Plot Stuff

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Ships in the Night

June 22, 2018
--It's fog. It's fog everywhere, all creeping tendrils acting like they're tentacles going to snare her ankles, but haha, that's silly, fog never hurt anyone, it's not at all solid! It's worse that she can't see the stars, there's no guidance and after a while her head starts to spin. Harder to tell what's up and down with no sky.

Eitria has to sit down-- it's probably down. Head still spinning. Where did the rest of the crew go? Where's the sky?

The fog curls around her ankle and she jumps, heart hammering, but ahahaha it's just fog, right? Bigger problems bigger problems--

The tendril around her ankle pulls, and she's dragged a solid foot with a strangled shriek.

June 26, 2018
She knows this hole in the ground.

It's a little longer than she is tall, about as deep again, the sort of hole people who bury their dead use to make sure the animals don't get at them. Never mind what kind of people don't burn their dead, Eitria knows the size and shape and location of this hole because she's nearly fallen into it twice before.

She's going in circles. How long has she been going in circles?

She shivers and starts off again, using every navigation trick she's ever known, but the stars are still -- just not there -- and just when she thinks she's managed it, found a clear patch of ground, she trips into the same damned hole.

Struggling up, struggling out, takes up too much time and leaves her hands raw, but what else is she going to do?

July 1st, 2018
Spider spider spider SPIDER--

Oh, thank goodness, just a vine. Just a dried-up falling vine that looked exactly like a spider. Everything is fine everything is fine--

There's something on the back of her neck and Eitria doesn't dare move to see what it is. There's only stillness, and low shallow breaths, and fear prickling down her spine like legs.

July 6th, 2018
For a moment Eitria can see the stars again. And that's it, it's that easy, things will be all right, she just has to mark by them--

But she can't find any constellations she knows, and fog is setting in again, bringing with it panic, and for once in her life she turns away from the sky, puts her eyes to the ground and turns and runs. Better not to see the sky, now. She's been hoping to see it properly for -- she doesn't know how long, years, but now she regrets it with a sickening pull in her stomach.

The stars are wrong. The stars are wrong.