Swords, Rings and Magic Things - Chapter 7

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What Leslie's always imagined of dark, underground, possibly secret passages is that it's supposed to be cold, eerie and quiet, quiet, quiet, save for the distant, inexplicable, but universal sound of dripping water at any given time.

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Unfortunately, I won't be able to post up the next chapter of Swords, Ring and Magic Things this Saturday. I've been stuck in testings, and I've hit the end of what I have cleaned up from my draft. Hopefully, I'll have a another ready by the 27th, if things go according to plan!

However, I am currently outlining a short story! I'm aiming to get it done and posted by the end of the month, things, again, go according to plan!

Swords, Rings and Magic Things - Chapter 6

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"What. Is that."

Agatha doesn't answer, only kicks the door to their room closed behind her. Leslie is not sure how one manages to hold something cheerily, but it's happening right in front of her.

Her clothes have been folded as neatly as she can manage stop her bed, like Agatha had told her to before leaving. The backpack, already filled, sits at the foot of her bed, and she'd like to think it's as anxious about the extra things as she is.

Mother of the River

In her hands is a familiar presence. It's always a familiar presence in her hands; every last drop of soul has been spun from her own and dropped in the river to live and return. Save for the ones that were not.

Swords, Rings and Magic Things - Chapter 5

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The next two days are occupied with walking, buying supplies, Agatha insisting Leslie eats more, and mostly being outside after Agatha noticed how jittery Leslie looked staying in one room for more than a couple hours.

She'd also insisted on Leslie buying more clothes, and at least breaking in the sturdy shoes they’d gotten her, insisting that she had a way to carry it all.

"And soon, you'll have a way yourself," she added in that horribly ineffable way Leslie was quickly realizing that Agatha did when she was trying to be either subtle or mysterious.