Friday Evening
November 9th, 2012
Today was pretty alright, our haul this expedition:
- More burgundy fern
- A bundle of fellroot and blooms from the same plant
- Couple of overgrown gears, locked together with moss and rust (Heather said it's like us sticking together even when we disagree. It was really cute of her to say, actually.)
- A few jars of shinewater, since it turns out the clocktower's situated over a spring. Heather theorizes the entire thing'd glow at night, but it'd be t
oo dangerous to come back here then. A b ag of moss that, upon further examination, isn't actually a new type of moss; it's just been drinking up the shinewater. It'll still be good for the shop's front yard if we use it right.- Coin from a different country. Not sure which one, we don't recognize it by sight and we're not getting our new stuff appraised until tomorrow.
- A whole bunch of chime shards, in a rainbow of colors
- Crystal sap from aforementioned chime shards, which we can melt down into cool shapes if Heather lets me use the stove for it this weekend
- More strange coins. Probably different countries, but I wouldn't doubt it if some of these turned out to be from different times or something.
- Plenty of photos from various places, especially the subway. Perfect to print into postcards and such for people.
- A few books from the discard shelves of the library, since last time we tried to take books from the regular shelves, a giant moon owl (or something similar) blocked the doors out of the building until we put them in the return
- A long, purple banner laying on the floor of the library, depicting a deep ocean with the addition of black and white paint
- Some moonbeam daisies in a patch of grass on our path back to the outskirts
- A big moon owl feather, glowing faintly. Guess the bird got into the shinewater.
It's a good haul, and nothing terrible happened on the expedition, so everything should be fine.
And everything is fine.
We just encountered It again. We avoided It, as always. Ignored Its whispers, a
I should. E
We're not exactly sure what It is. Just that It appears sometimes, watching us as we traverse the city. It whispers for us to follow It, and more things that I could never decipher. That I
She said she could hear It singing, this time. Once we were safely inside the library and away from Its stare. I didn't even bother listening to It, so I couldn't tell.
This is one of the reasons why I don't like going to the city. Right up with the fact that the government isn't even slightly tempted to investigate.
Fuck.
And in the morning, we'll see how we feel about the city.
