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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 139 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 #Rank #TimeTravelingAuthors ghost/spirit

In fact, it might be best if I didn’t try summoning things at all. I didn’t want to become a #ghost or fade out of existence.

“Noo goo,” Weena repeated, sitting me down on the brick wall I’d built. She scampered off and soon returned with a brick in one hand, which she added to the wall. In her other hand, she held something that reminded me of a yellow coconut someone had opened. She offered me a drink from it.

It was flavored like coconut too, only maybe a little sweeter and slightly alcoholic. It was like a pina colada shandy, and it #ranked as one of the best things I’d ever tasted.

The drink’s mildness might have been deceptive, though. When I was done, I felt glowy, warm, and much better.

Weena pointed to the wall and waited.

I gave her a thumbs-up. She hesitated and then returned the gesture. I made the sign again and said, “Good,” which she repeated with more confidence, echoing my words.

It didn’t take me long to find a brick in the leaves under the rhodies. This time, I pointed to the figures I had drawn, put the brick on the wall while motioning toward the Great Hall. Lastly, I shrugged and tapped the figures again. We’d both been using full-hand shrugs to indicate questioning.

Her forehead furrowed, then she touched my drawing and pointed toward the northeast. “Woozaar,” she said.

“Woozar,” I repeated, gesturing in the same direction. I clasped my hands together and made a motion as if I were sleeping.

She gave me a thumbs-up.

“Pay dirt,” I thought.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 139 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 #Rank #TimeTravelingAuthors ghost/spirit

In fact, it might be best if I didn’t try summoning things at all. I didn’t want to become a #ghost or fade out of existence.

“Noo goo,” Weena repeated, sitting me down on the brick wall I’d built. She scampered off and soon returned with a brick in one hand, which she added to the wall. In her other hand, she held something that reminded me of a yellow coconut someone had opened. She offered me a drink from it.

It was flavored like coconut too, only maybe a little sweeter and slightly alcoholic. It was like a pina colada shandy, and it #ranked as one of the best things I’d ever tasted.

The drink’s mildness might have been deceptive, though. When I was done, I felt glowy, warm, and much better.

Weena pointed to the wall and waited.

I gave her a thumbs-up. She hesitated and then returned the gesture. I made the sign again and said, “Good,” which she repeated with more confidence, echoing my words.

It didn’t take me long to find a brick in the leaves under the rhodies. This time, I pointed to the figures I had drawn, put the brick on the wall while motioning toward the Great Hall. Lastly, I shrugged and tapped the figures again. We’d both been using full-hand shrugs to indicate questioning.

Her forehead furrowed, then she touched my drawing and pointed toward the northeast. “Woozaar,” she said.

“Woozar,” I repeated, gesturing in the same direction. I clasped my hands together and made a motion as if I were sleeping.

She gave me a thumbs-up.

“Pay dirt,” I thought.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells