~Elsie~

I put one leg in front of the other and I keep walking even though my legs are tired. Millie, my puppy that I got for my tenth birthday, is panting, which Emmy told me is because she's tired and thirsty.

I realize, just then, that I'm thirsty, as well. I stretch out my tongue like I would if it was raining, but since it's not raining, no water drops on my tongue. I breathe in and out and try not to throw a fit because I'm thirsty and there's no water falling from the clouds.

But while I'm closing my eyes and doing the breathing exercizes Dr. Sutherland taught me, I end up standing in front of a funny little coffee shop with a big sign reading Creativity Café. I look down at Millie and then up at the shop, and decide to go inside.

A little bell rings on the door when I open it, and a person with a name tag that says "Mx. Scribe" on it. They glance my way and smile. "Hello, dear. Dogs on leashes are welcome," Mx. Scribe says kindly.

I nod. "Hello," I say, emphasizing the "L"s in hello, like Dr. Sutherland practices with me. "I would like water, please." I remember to say please at the end like I learned in school. The other week at school we practiced ordering food from a restaurant, and my teacher, Mrs. McNorris said to say please.

"Alright," says Mx. Scribe, "will that be all?"

I shake my head but then I not it because I don't know. Finally, I decide that it's all, and I say, "Yes." Then, hastily, I add, "Please." Mrs. McNorris didn't say whether or not to say please every time you speak to them.

Little do I know that I'm going to get a whole lot more then just something to dull my thirst out of this trip to Creativity Café. 

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Side note: Elsie is not open for shipping :)

~Clementine~ 

(By the way, I'm switching to first-person point of view, if that's alright. I'm writing my novel in third-person, so I thought it'd be nice to change it up a bit. :))

-- Cleo --

Mx. Scribe brings me a steaming cup of peppermint tea, and I thank them profusely. I'm still curled up in a study wooden chair, which is pushed next to a little table that has a stack of books in the middle. I'm very tempted to grab one of books, but I feel like I should at least attempt to be social. I stare out the window for a moment, working up the nerve to talk to someone, but get distracted by the view. A light rain is falling onto rolling green hills, speckled with colorful wildflowers. I have no idea how that works, considering that another grey building is supposed to be squished up against this cafe, but I like it. I turn away from the window and scan the room. I notice a girl with a cute puppy standing near the counter. She looks a few years older than me, but seems pretty friendly. With a sudden burst of confidence, I smile at her and wave my hand in a would-you-like-to-sit-over-here? sort of way. 

Skye-

“Molora. You know, currency?”

I’m not in Inside The Clouds anymore.