And a good morning to you! Yes, it is morning, and yes: I’m down to the coffee shop writing again.
Yes, I decided to haul my ass out of bed and head down to Little Amps and get a cuppa while writing. Because staying cooped up in my apartment was getting old and it helps to get out and have a little human contact, even when the ten minute walk to the shop is done in 12 F/-11 C temps.
But that’s not the only time I’m getting out. Later today I’m going skating–again!–and as I mentioned in yesterday’s video post, I’ve been hard at work over at Planet Fitness doing HIIT–High Intensity Interval Training–and working on some moves to help with my 27/5. Which I posted about on Friday–
I was referring to a video posted by one of our refs, Registered Curse, showing how to strengthen your left leg so you have more power on your crossovers while skating through the turns. The video is below:
But enough of the workout and skating shit–let’s get to the writing!
Yes, I’ve continued into the last scene we had where Annie and Kerry were describing their vision to Deanna. We know it happens at some point in the future and my kids have grown up and are–well, they sure as shit aren’t the same kids we know today, what with their different hair styles and tattoos and piercings. But those aren’t the only different things where my kids are concerned–
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)
Though she found the conversation interesting, Deanna wanted to move on and point out something that concerned her. “From listening to what was said, it seemed as if you were meeting someone and that you were having a conversation.”
Annie nodded. “Yes, we meet with a woman.”
Deanna paused for just a moment. “Did you realize you were speaking throughout most of the vision in Spanish?”
Both children glanced at each other, with Kerry answering. “No.”
“You didn’t realize that at all?”
“No.” Annie shook her head. “It seemed like we were speaking normally.”
“You were, but when you were having your conversation, nearly all of it was in fluent Spanish.” Deanna finally sat down on one of the big pillows. “Felisa was translating at first, then I brought Sabrina online and had her translate.” Felisa Ledesma, a Blodeuwedd from Coatzacoalcos, Mexico, was the only member of their level who spoke fluent Spanish.
Annie shook her head a couple of times. “I know some Spanish, but I wouldn’t say I’m a fluent conversationalist.”
“I know uno, dos, tres, stuff like that.” Kerry shrugged. “That’s about it.”
“For now.” Deanna leaned forward. “As you said, Kerry, you have no idea what you’re going to be like in twenty years. If you both continue on your current path, as Guardian operatives it’s likely you’ll become fluent in several languages others than your own.”
Annie and Kerry once more exchanged glance, both knowing there was a certain modicum of truth to the seer’s statement. Besides her native language, Annie was fluent in English, French, and German, as well as knowing a bit of Spanish as well as a few phrases in Esperanto. Though Kerry was only fluent in English, he was picking up Bulgarian and Gaelic quickly and knew as many Esperanto phrases as Annie. Neither discounted the possibility that with another twenty years behind them they’d develop a fluency in several more languages.
“Tattoos and languages.” Annie’s chuckled quickly became a laugh. “It’s somewhat comforting that we’re going to change as we grow.”
Kerry nodded. “If we didn’t, we’d be boring, yeah?”
Now we learn that the kids were se hablaing that Español like it was no big deal and everyone heard them speaking that way. Which has to be a bit of a freak out ’cause right now neither kids is convenient in the language, so hearing them carry on that way shows that, yeah, they were channeling a version of themselves from the future.
In this segment we finally discover that Annie is fluent in four languages and it working on two others, while Kerry is busy working on three others. It probably won’t be long before Kerry becomes fluent enough in Bulgarian that Annie and he can carry on a conversation, and who wants to place their bets now that these two become the first of their level to start chattering back and forth in Esperanto?
All this news is great–but what about this women with whom they were speaking? I’m sure the kids have plenty to say about her:
Deanna wasn’t as interested in their future growth, however, as much as she was interested in the contents of their vision. “Concerning this woman you met, did you know her?”
Annie looked up. “Yes.”
“Who was she?”
Annie’s mouth opened slightly before she froze. She started off towards a corner of the room before leaning forward slight. “I—”
Deanna turned her head slightly to the left as she furrowed her brows. “Annie?”
Without looking directly at Deanna Annie began to slowly shake her head. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?”
“I can’t remember her name.”
Deanna turned to Kerry, who also had a puzzled look upon his face. “Do you remember?”
He shook his head. “No. I mean, it’s like I know her, but—”
“You can’t come up with a name.”
Deanna tried another tactic. “Do you remember her appearance?”
Kerry searched his memory but shrugged after about five seconds. “I know she was a woman; that’s it.”
She shook her head. “No. Other than being a woman, I can’t recall any details.”
No one said anything for at least ten seconds as the implications of the latest revelation were considered. Kerry was the first to break the silence. “Precognitive Amnesia.”
For the first time they get into describing their vision and… they can’t remember something. Or, should I say, someone? And what is this Precognitive Amnesia? Well, it’s–
You know, it’s something for another time.
And that time is coming soon.