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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 136 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Defect #TimeTravelAuthors 9/23. rebel/stand

Words wouldn't be effective in communicating with Weena. Not that her intelligence was #defective. She might have had the attention span of a sparrow, but I had seen her figure things out. She had already added a couple of English words to her vocabulary and modified her eating habits to reflect my manners.

I raked the leaves away from under a soft-shelled walnut tree to expose the ground and drew stick figures in the dirt.

Weena looked at my drawing with interest and then followed my pointing hand to where we’d slept. I didn’t worry when she cocked her head in confusion. I hadn’t expected her to understand yet.

Next, I conjured a brick, like those used in the Great Hall. I pointed at the figures, put the brick down, and summoned another, building a wall. This continued until I had summoned the fifth brick: summon, build, point.

I felt unsteady and braced myself against a tree. “Lightheaded,” I told it. “My stomach is #rebelling.”

Weena looked alarmed and poked me. My gaze followed her fingers.

“Holy Toledo!”

I was turning translucent!

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

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 136 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Defect #TimeTravelAuthors 9/23. rebel/stand

Words wouldn't be effective in communicating with Weena. Not that her intelligence was #defective. She might have had the attention span of a sparrow, but I had seen her figure things out. She had already added a couple of English words to her vocabulary and modified her eating habits to reflect my manners.

I raked the leaves away from under a soft-shelled walnut tree to expose the ground and drew stick figures in the dirt.

Weena looked at my drawing with interest and then followed my pointing hand to where we’d slept. I didn’t worry when she cocked her head in confusion. I hadn’t expected her to understand yet.

Next, I conjured a brick, like those used in the Great Hall. I pointed at the figures, put the brick down, and summoned another, building a wall. This continued until I had summoned the fifth brick: summon, build, point.

I felt unsteady and braced myself against a tree. “Lightheaded,” I told it. “My stomach is #rebelling.”

Weena looked alarmed and poked me. My gaze followed her fingers.

“Holy Toledo!”

I was turning translucent!

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

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 136 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Defect #TimeTravelAuthors 9/23. rebel/stand

Words wouldn't be effective in communicating with Weena. Not that her intelligence was #defective. She might have had the attention span of a sparrow, but I had seen her figure things out. She had already added a couple of English words to her vocabulary and modified her eating habits to reflect my manners.

I raked the leaves away from under a soft-shelled walnut tree to expose the ground and drew stick figures in the dirt.

Weena looked at my drawing with interest and then followed my pointing hand to where we’d slept. I didn’t worry when she cocked her head in confusion. I hadn’t expected her to understand yet.

Next, I conjured a brick, like those used in the Great Hall. I pointed at the figures, put the brick down, and summoned another, building a wall. This continued until I had summoned the fifth brick: summon, build, point.

I felt unsteady and braced myself against a tree. “Lightheaded,” I told it. “My stomach is #rebelling.”

Weena looked alarmed and poked me. My gaze followed her fingers.

“Holy Toledo!”

I was turning translucent!

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

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 136 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Defect #TimeTravelAuthors 9/23. rebel/stand

Words wouldn't be effective in communicating with Weena. Not that her intelligence was #defective. She might have had the attention span of a sparrow, but I had seen her figure things out. She had already added a couple of English words to her vocabulary and modified her eating habits to reflect my manners.

I raked the leaves away from under a soft-shelled walnut tree to expose the ground and drew stick figures in the dirt.

Weena looked at my drawing with interest and then followed my pointing hand to where we’d slept. I didn’t worry when she cocked her head in confusion. I hadn’t expected her to understand yet.

Next, I conjured a brick, like those used in the Great Hall. I pointed at the figures, put the brick down, and summoned another, building a wall. This continued until I had summoned the fifth brick: summon, build, point.

I felt unsteady and braced myself against a tree. “Lightheaded,” I told it. “My stomach is #rebelling.”

Weena looked alarmed and poked me. My gaze followed her fingers.

“Holy Toledo!”

I was turning translucent!

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

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 136 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Defect #TimeTravelAuthors 9/23. rebel/stand

Words wouldn't be effective in communicating with Weena. Not that her intelligence was #defective. She might have had the attention span of a sparrow, but I had seen her figure things out. She had already added a couple of English words to her vocabulary and modified her eating habits to reflect my manners.

I raked the leaves away from under a soft-shelled walnut tree to expose the ground and drew stick figures in the dirt.

Weena looked at my drawing with interest and then followed my pointing hand to where we’d slept. I didn’t worry when she cocked her head in confusion. I hadn’t expected her to understand yet.

Next, I conjured a brick, like those used in the Great Hall. I pointed at the figures, put the brick down, and summoned another, building a wall. This continued until I had summoned the fifth brick: summon, build, point.

I felt unsteady and braced myself against a tree. “Lightheaded,” I told it. “My stomach is #rebelling.”

Weena looked alarmed and poked me. My gaze followed her fingers.

“Holy Toledo!”

I was turning translucent!

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