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Chatterbox: Pudding's Place
It's night. You'r
It's night. You're sitting in your bed, staring out the window, searching for something lost. But you can't remember what it is, or was. All you know is that it's out there...it's important...and it was once yours.
Perhaps you never used it, perhaps you did--once, maybe twice. Or more. But for some strange reason, you can't remember if you did or didn't. Or what effect it had on you. Or...where it is now.
As you awoke from a particularly bland and boring dream, the memory that you were missing this...thing slid into your head. As you sat in a haze between asleep and awake, you stared outside, scouring the landscape that, for one fleeting moment, was no longer the familiar world you saw every day.
So here you are, staring outside, searching.
And then you finish waking up.
And here you are, trying to remember what you were just doing.
Hm, you think, smacking your dry lips. The covers rustle as you reach for your water glass, which sits by your lamp on your nightstand like it does every night. That's really wierd...I can't remember my dream. It seemed important--almost real. Your hand meets cold glass and you close your fingers around it. You bring it to your lips for a satisfying sip, but you realize that it's empty.
"Darn," you whisper. You'll have to get out of bed to fill it up--but it's really cold, and you don't have socks on.
Eh, it's no big deal. You'll fill it up.
Throwing the covers to the side, you haul yourself out of bed. With every footstep towards the kitchen all memory of strange dreams and searches leaves you, and by the time you return to your comfy nest of blankets with your full cup of water, the night seems almost normal. That is, until you glance outside the window.
Something moves across the front of the moon, which is full and shines right through the middle of your window, lighting up your comforter. What could it have been? It seemed familiar...And perhaps it's the fact that you're still half asleep, half awake that you can sense it, but a powerful force beats from it. Calling you. Presenting opportunities that you absolutely cannot miss.
Without any hesitation you get back out of bed, but before you can even leave your bedroom you notice a puddle of water near your nightstand.
So that's where all my water went, you realize. I must've knocked it over. Upon closer inspection you realize that there's writing on the carpet, glowing faintly yellow from under the patch of wetness.
The writing is so interesting you don't even realize how strange it is that the puddle isn't soaking into the carpet, or wonder how the words got there. In fact, the words don't even seem scary to you, despite their suspicious nature.
Hello, person! You are one of the lucky few CBers to be chosen to go on a nice, relaxing, beautiful vacation over Lake Lelillo! (Lay-LIH-loh) If you do indeed come, and we absolutely hope you do decide to, you will be given a free getaway from work, school, and empty water glasses! Here at Lake Lelillo, you will have all-day access to the lake itself, the fun attractions, the ice cream stands, the hot dog stands, the hamburger stands, the steak stands, the spagghetti stands, and any other stand marked with a silver star. (Which is all of them, so please don't forget!) Your rooms will be huge and most of them will even overlook the lake! They will of course be inside our one and only Luxury Lake House, which you will live in until your stay comes to a close. Remember this is all completely free, free free! Please pack your things, bring an AE and/or CAPTCHA if you'd like, and wait with them by the nearest stream at sunrise tomorrow morning. As we always say: All inlets lead to Lelillo!
~Your Soon-to-be Chaperones,
Cassy and Lily of Lake Lelillo
How you read all that small print was beyond you. Will you go? It certainly seems relaxing enough. The choice is yours to make.
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I'll tell you all when the spots are closed, so join while you still can!
Please note that this is my second ski lodge, and it's kind of linked to my first. In a sense, it's the next part. I don't know if I should call it a part two, or what, but some things might reference the first ski lodge. Don't worry--I'm not going to make things super confusing. I'll explain things as I go--and I really need new CBers to join in. But I also need some CBers from my previous ski lodge to come. ('Course, they don't have to join if they don't want to; I'll understand.)
Here's another clue (if you didn't catch the others...) for the CBers who were in my first ski lodge, or read it, and wanted to be in this one:
What do you get when you cross a scorpion and a sloth?
Hehe, my alias isn't going to last the day. :D
submitted by Your Chaperones, Cassy and Lily
(January 1, 2017 - 11:51 am)
(January 1, 2017 - 11:51 am)
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(January 4, 2019 - 10:44 am)
(January 4, 2019 - 12:39 pm)
Hey, two parts in one day! I'm excited.
Day Thirteen - Part Three
“Hello?” came Lily’s muffled voice. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” Joan called back, and their chaperone peeked in through the doorway.
“What’s all the shouting about?” Lily asked, sounding concerned.
“Oh, it’s nothing, to worry about, just a note,” Brooklyn Newsie answered. “From someone whose name starts with P.”
“Oh.” Lily stared for a moment at the argument she had interrupted. “Wellll, glad everyone’s okay. Hey, I actually came up here to, um, see if you guys wanted to do another activity? They’re free with your vacation package, you know...” She offered them a half-grin.
The CBers looked at one another.
“I mean, after breakfast, of course. I already cooked some,” Lily went on eagerly. But when she saw the CBers’ indecisive expressions and their distracted glances back to the letter on the coffee table, her face fell. “I mean, I don’t mind if you--uh, stay here and talk about that letter if you want. It’s fine. I get it.” She turned from the doorway.
Dragonrider arched her eyebrows, indicating Lily with her eyes to wonder if the others wanted to go with her on an activity.
Moonfrost shook her head and indicated the letter.
Dragonrider frowned expectantly, reminding everyone of how chaperoning was literally Lily’s job. How could they deny her the chance?
Moonfrost looked at Hotairballoon, who shrugged.
Cinderpelt coughed and motioned food. They had to eat sooner or later. Were they going to leave Lily’s generous breakfast to get cold?
Joan and Autumn Leaves agreed with Cinderpelt--and they could talk over breakfast just like they used to!
All that occurred in the course of only a few seconds.
“Hey!” Joan exclaimed, rising. “Why don’t we make our plan for the day over breakfast, just like we used to?”
“Alright!” Cinderpelt agreed.
Lily received them with much excitement down in the dining room. She’d cooked a wonderful breakfast with the help of her brother--eggs, bacon, muffins, bagels, toast, oatmeal, cereal…
“This is delicious!” Cinderpelt exclaimed.
“Thanks!” Lily replied, grinning.
“I helped,” offered Pierre.
“Well, you did a pretty good job,” Elvina told him.
“Bless my heart, was that a compliment from you?” Pierre gasped.
“Did anyone bring the letter downstairs?” Nighthawk wondered.
“No, it was stuck to the table,” Briar replied.
“Hm.”
An awkward silence fell over the table as the CBers recalled the mysterious letter signed ‘P’.
“You didn’t happen to write a letter to us, did you, Pierre?” Elvina asked.
Pierre shook his head. “Nope. Why?”
So it had to have been written by either Poetic Panda or Puck.
“Puck?” Joan looked at her AE expectantly.
Puck jolted back defensively. “No! I didn’t write that letter! I would just tell you if I wanted us to protect the Mystery!”
Joan knew Puck well, and she understood that her AE was telling the truth. “I know.”
All heads turned to Panda, while Lily and Pierre looked on curiously.
Panda seemed to shrink under their scrutiny. “I didn’t write it either,” she declared, voice steady. “Whoever wrote it sounds like they know a lot about the Mystery, and I didn’t know about it until yesterday. And...yeah.”
We’re going to go crazy if we keep on like this, Autumn Leaves thought to herself. I wish things could be simple. Laid out in a line…
Hotairballoon seemed to share her sentiments. “Hey,” he said, and his voice calmed the CBers. “We’ll probably never know who made the letter. But maybe that’s not what matters. I mean, anyone can write the letter P on a note, you know? Maybe it’s the message they want you and I to pay attention to.”
The CBers pondered this. They supposed it would do no good to argue about who had authored a mysterious letter containing only three sentences. They supposed they would feel better if they didn’t suspect Poetic Panda of being a suspicious character. And so, they supposed, Hotairballoon must be right.
“What did this letter say?” Lily wondered.
“It said that if we don’t protect the Mystery we’ll meet our demise,” supplied Brooklyn Newsie.
Lily blinked. “Oh.”
Moonfrost had a great collection of things to say, but she didn’t think she should say them in front of Lily. “Sounds like a threat,” she mentioned instead.
“Sounds like someone finds the Mystery very important,” Dragonrider observed.
“Sounds like someone who knows more than us knows what will happen if we...don’t protect the Mystery,” Booksy said, trying to be objective.
“I don’t even know how we would protect it,” said Elvina. “I mean, we don’t even know where it is.”
“Maybe by not trying to destroy it,” suggested Cinderpelt with a shrug. “Seems like we’re already doing enough damage just researching it.”
The Chatterboxers who hadn’t already thought on this topic took it into their minds and toyed with it. Which side did they fall on? What were their views on the Mystery? Yesterday they had learned of it. Now they must decide what to do with that knowledge.
Those who felt the world would be better without the Mystery wondered what could be done to destroy it--and what the repercussions of such a move would be. Would Lily and Cassy die?! They still didn’t know how they felt about that.
Those who felt they must protect the Mystery wondered what they could do to help Lily and Cassy. Their only issue was that the murderer was also helping Lily and Cassy. Would they have to work with their enemy? And if so, didn’t that make the Mystery their enemy too? Oh, it was a paradox.
Lily chose to ignore the fact that the CBers were deep in a discussion. She knew that everyone needed a break--even her--and it was her job to provide it.
“So, do you guys still want to go do something after breakfast? I was thinking of another tour of the property, since you still haven’t seen it all.”
“You know what? Sounds like fun,” Dragonrider said to Lily. “We’ll go upstairs and get out of our pajamas, and I’ll try to convince them to come with us.”
And so the Chatterboxers retreated upstairs to get ready for the day while Lily and Pierre cleaned off the table.
“Well? Who’s coming on the tour with me?” Dragonrider asked as CBers rushed around her with toothbrushes and combs. She stood near the coffee table in the center of all the chaos.
“I don’t know,” Nighthawk said in passing. “Don’t you think we ought to stay here and talk about--well, the letter?”
“Yeah--” Moonfrost interjected, stepping up as she brushed the tangles out of her hair. “Talk about if we should destroy the Mystery or keep it.”
“What do you think, Hotairballoon?” Booksy inquired, catching the CBer off guard as he walked by.
“Why are you asking me?” he muttered. “I guess I’m torn. We’re going to find a way to talk about the letter whether we’re inside or outside, so…Either way is fine with me.”
“Hey, you know what I was thinking?” Jayfeather said, sidling up to the little group. “I’m going with Dragonrider. I’m tired of the constant talking you all like to do.”
Moonfrost tossed her hairbrush on the coffee table and swung around to speak fervently into Booksy’s ear. “It’s really important that we discuss this with the others. We need to decide our plan now so we can carry it out before it’s too late.”
Booksy replied anxiously. “Plan?”
Cinderpelt approached. Being the sensitive and intuitive CBer that she was, she understood the rising tension in her fellow Chatterboxers. She understood that the letter had revealed a critical and very important decision they would have to make--A decision which, Cinderpelt understood, should not be made without proper research.
Cinderpelt knew that Booksy would at least like her idea. “Hey,” she said to the small gathering. “I, um, was thinking about all this. There are lots of things we could do and say...lots of discussions...but we don’t need to fight. We shouldn’t decide anything so soon--not before we’ve done anymore research. Don’t you think?”
Moonfrost cocked her head. “But we spent all day yesterday doing research. I think we know enough by now to make our decision.”
“Well, I don’t think so. We have the information...but not all of it. What about the words?”
Moonfrost blinked. She remembered the words all too well--in fact, she’d been one of the first people to understand what they said. “Oh yeah.”
“No matter what we end up deciding, it’s important we know as much about Lily, Cassy, the murderer, and the Mystery as possible. We don’t know where it even is, for goodness’s sake.”
A strange expression went across Moonfrost’s face and Cinderpelt got the feeling that Moonfrost did know where the Mystery was. She wondered why she hadn’t shared that information yet.
“Right,” Moonfrost replied, clearing her throat. “I think Cinderpelt’s right. If we go with Lily--” Her face lit up. “Hey! Remember the tunnel Joan was talking about?! We’ll already be outside for that. We can swing by and peep inside.”
“Mm. I bet the murderer’s already found a way to block that tunnel up,” Hotairballoon interjected.
“If we pass by that way we should still look.”
“I think this is a great idea, Cinderpelt,” Booksy Owly said.
When all the CBers were done getting ready for the day, the plan was proposed. Cinderpelt explained her thoughts, and no one could deny that she had a point.
While on the tour with Lily, they’d be helping Lily fulfill her duty while learning more about the lake and the Mystery all the while.
“After all,” Cinderpelt concluded. “This place has a lot to do with the Mystery anyway. A tour in general is really useful.”
(January 4, 2019 - 3:10 pm)
Ooooh, Interesting as always! Good to see LL keep on going!
(January 7, 2019 - 6:25 pm)
Main things to look out for: One reference and one clue.
Day Thirteen - Part Four
The CBers met Lily and Pierre out front and began the tour. Lily led them around the left side of the lake, far away from Joan’s tunnel, all the way past the water park and the abandoned food stands--right into the forest and straight into Pierre’s beloved aquatic garden.
“Ah! My beautiful Seasonal Anna-Klara Underwood Rennovated Aquatic Carden, I mean garden!” Pierre exclaimed, rushing up to greet his natural environment.
Some of the CBers in the group had never seen Pierre’s beautiful aquatic garden--only heard of it--and upon sighting it through the trees they gasped at its beauty. Even though the moss had turned brown and some of the plants had begun to die from the sudden drought, it was still vibrant and unique. It held an almost magical quality.
“Oh. I remember this place,” Poetic Panda said softly, peering down at the exotic plants between their feet.
“My moss,” Pierre said sadly, observing its browning state. “It started dying without me.”
“Wow. It’s beautiful,” Booksy breathed.
“Yep,” Lily said. “It’s one of the most beautiful gardens on the property! And it changes with the seasons, too.”
“It’s peaceful,” Elvina murmured.
A rainbow of plants sprouted in the pond, which was emptier than it had been the last time the CBers saw it. They were overgrown and covered the entire surface of the water like a mystical, miniature jungle. Lots of them had flowered, much to Pierre’s dismay, but in the CBers’ opinions it made them much more pretty.
All around the pond was a carpet of lush, slightly dry moss that Pierre still hated to see people walk on. Amphibians dwelled under the decorative rocks, sheltering from the sweltering heat in the cool, moist shade.
A particular aroma arose from the pond--the wet scent of water mixed with the fresh, heavy smell of hot plants. To Pierre, it was obviously comforting.
He turned to the group, a tear of happiness in one eye. “Hey, you don’t mind if I stay back and do a little work here, do you?”
“Not at all.”
They continued past the little piece of peace, crossed a bridge over a little dried-up brook, and ended up on the very same rocky shore where many of the CBers had played in the sand one day…
Where there had once been a medium stretch of tide pools extending from the edge of the woods to the edge of the lake, there was now a very large patch of dry sand and rocks. Because it hadn’t rained in so long, the algae on the rocks had died, and the tide pools were all dried up.
“I remember this place,” Hotairballoon sighed, trailing behind the main group.
“Yeah,” Joan reminisced. They’d played a fun game with sandcastles among the rocks of the tide pools--the war of Seaweedman and the other kingdoms. Now, the kingdoms were all dried up, and an unpleasant smell wafted up from the heat-baked stones.
The last time Moonfrost had been around here, she’d been about to go back and learn Cassy’s secret.
“Whoever won that sand war you guys did?” Moon wondered.
“HAB did, right?” Joan replied.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Hotairballoon murmured, scanning the green rocks for signs of their old castles. Surprisingly, he found one--It was the ruins of Seaweedman’s wood castle wedged on the very far side of the stretch of shore, between two foul-smelling boulders.
Hotairballoon came closer until he noticed something else. Protruding from the crack, its tip poking up from between two tattered seaweed flags, was a stick with a faded smiley face. He had lost all his hair and both his arms, but the stick was unmistakably Emperor Seaweedman, bedraggled victim of the lake’s power.
Hotairballoon wrested the little stick from the rocks while no one was paying attention. Caressing it thoughtfully, he recalled with fondness the day of the sandcastle battle. After a moment, he quietly returned the little king to his spot between the two rocks and rejoined the group.
Moonfrost tapped HAB on the arm, jolting him out of his thoughts. “Hotairballoon.”
“Yeah?”
“See those rocks over there?”
Hotairballoon looked to the tall, pockmarked boulders closer to shore. “Yeah. I see them. What about them?”
“Aren’t those the ones LilyPad was climbing on last time we were here?” Moonfrost wore a thoughtful expression of her own as she observed the pale outcropping.
Hotairballoon pursed his lips. “Mayyybe?”
She nodded confidently. “Yeah, they are.”
Then she proceeded to approach the little grassy spot the rocks sat in.
“Wait--where are you going?!” Hotairballoon exclaimed. “Careful for traps!”
Moonfrost turned around. “I am being careful!” she assured him.
But Hotairballoon’s voice had attracted the attention of the others. Lily was teaching some of the CBers about the geography of the property not too far off when they all turned around to see what the shouting was about.
“Moonfrost! Whatcha doing?” Booksy asked, coming over.
“Researching,” she replied from the rocks. The group wandered over to get a closer look.
Moonfrost hoisted herself up onto the tallest rock, which was pocketed with many holes.
“Researching…?” Booksy echoed.
“I think there are words on this rock somewhere. I saw…” Moonfrost trailed off, preferring not to explain herself. But she’d seen LilyPad inspecting these rocks one day, and she remembered LilyPad referencing the words before she’d died. Moonfrost thought it was a long shot, but she’d never know if she didn’t look.
“Wait, don’t go by yourself!” Booksy exclaimed. “There might be traps. I’ll go with you.” And she joined Moon on the rocks. Together, they scaled the tallest of the boulders, which was sharp and burning and sprinkled with the shells of dead mussels. It didn’t smell the greatest.
The other CBers watched from the ground as Booksy and Moonfrost reached the top.
“Whoa--it’s hollow!” Moonfrost exclaimed.
“Cool,” breathed Booksy, peering down into the little sun-dappled hole in the rock. It reached all the way to the dry ground, and right at the bottom was a little step-stool rock they knew they could use to get themselves out.
“See any traps?” wondered Moonfrost, exploring the shady space with her eyes.
Booksy crouched over the hole. “No...but let’s be careful anyway.”
They sent a shower of pebbles down into the hole first, and when that didn’t trigger anything, they felt it safe to continue. Moonfrost dropped down first, slowly and carefully. She landed next to the stepping stone and pushed herself against the pocketed wall to make room. “Whoa...it’s really cool down here. I think it’s safe, Booksy. There’s an old metal thing, but it’s all busted up. I don’t think there are traps.”
Booksy then grasped the rim of the hole and swung down to meet Moonfrost. She aimed to land upon the stepping stone in the center of the small space.
Booksy placed the tip of one foot lightly upon the stone’s surface, hanging by her arms. She let a little more weight fall upon the rock when it shifted slightly and there was a subtle grinding sound that only Moonfrost heard.
It didn’t seem concerning until Booksy had put all her weight on the rock and the sound persisted, louder.
“Booksy, wait--!” Moonfrost exclaimed, lunging forwards to knock Booksy off the rock just as there was an extremely loud snap.
“Ahh!” Booksy shouted, toppling back with the force of Moonfrost’s hit. Both of them smashed into the side of the rock. Moon and Booksy felt a jolt of electricity arc through their bodies, and when their blind panic subsided, they pressed as far away from the stepping stone as they could. It had been electrified.
So there were traps here.
Booksy blinked, breathing heavily in fear. “Thank you for saving me. That--that was scary.”
“No problem.” Moonfrost exhaled, stunned.
“Hey! Are you guys okay?!”
Autumn Leaves raced to the edge of the hollow rock. She peered through one of its many holes, concerned. “What happened?”
“Uh, a trap,” Moonfrost told her shakily. “It didn’t kill us thankfully. Buuuut, I don’t know how we’re going to get out of here now.”
“Could you dig under?” Autumn suggested.
“Possibly,” Moon replied, staring at the soft, dry soil. She felt jittery from being electrocuted, but even more so because she survived it.
Booksy regarded the hole at the top. Soft light shone through from above, far too high for them to reach without using the deadly stepping stone.
She squinted at the designs around the rim. Standing cautiously, she elbowed Moonfrost. “Hey. Look up there.”
Moon followed Booksy’s gaze and spied the words etched around the rim of the rock. “Aha! I was right!” She coughed. “Er, that is...yeah. Can you read them?”
Booksy was taller than LilyPad, and thus could see the words better. “Yes!!” She began to read them aloud. What had once revealed itself to LilyPad as this--
([/ErR/]6^--+rTTlbrb=`1!{}_UR)__Mystery GDLFANA SRTYO FRMR CAPA__...{/"Watch..." [she] snarled,"as ...[he]...suffers his well-deserved fate!(34//post:3)"/} {"You are..." "You were..." "It's night..." "Come back..." "It is..." You wake..." "GiiRTTGnnd...//"{}]}=TTYLBRBGTG DTHEA.................
--Now appeared to say...
“The sharper the crime, the sharper the repercussion. All ski lodges are linked. They are linked to the Chatterbox and to each other, and to the Chatterbox. You recognize the threads?”
Booksy blinked, perplexed. The words seemed to shimmer and dance before her eyes, as though they were but mirages.
“The ones I found were weird too,” Moonfrost assured Booksy. “It’s nothing we don’t already know...but all the same, I wonder why it mentioned the CB twice. And the threads”
Booksy shook her head. “I don’t know. Let’s get back to everyone.”
“Do you need help getting out?” Autumn Leaves interjected, ready to assist.
“That would be great--thanks.”
It took about thirty long, dirty minutes to dig out from under the stone, but it was better than being electrocuted on the way up. Everyone was involved helping them escape, but for what? A few confusing sentences etched on the top of a rock? Not everyone supported Booksy and Moon’s excursion…
Moonfrost and Booksy, covered in dirt and bits of dry algae, shared what they’d discovered. It wasn’t much about the Mystery, but it was a start, and they now knew that their research endeavors would not be left unfulfilled out here.
Lily and Pierre continued giving the CBers a tour, but they continually wanted to know where more words would be found.
“I’m...not at liberty to say,” Lily told them. “You’ll just have to find them yourselves.”
She led them away from the shore and deep into the forests that fringed the lake. The CBers had never been all the way through the woods before, and when they emerged in a beautiful meadow, they were quite surprised!
“See? There’s more to Lake Lelillo than just a lake,” Lily declared proudly, indicating the rolling hills of tall brown grass. The space was probably ten acres, surrounded completely by gigantic trees.
The grass was brown from the drought, but this didn’t make the meadow any less beautiful--with the sun shining upon it, the hills almost looked like fields of gold. The land smelled of hay, and when the wind blew, waves danced over the tips of the grasses.
The CBers spent a little while exploring and enjoying the field, playing hide-and-seek in the tall grass. It was so tall, in fact, that someone crawling on their knees became virtually invisible.
Now, the CBers assumed that because this meadow was so far away from the house, there wouldn’t be any traps around. They were partially correct--but the same didn’t go for the surrounding woods.
Wordsy and Briar didn’t much care for crawling around in tick-infested grass, so they decided to take shelter in the cool shade of the forest. (Which, of course, had just as many ticks as the grass, plus chiggers.) They figured that together, they’d be safe from anything that might spring up from the trees.
“So, what do you want to do?” Briar wondered to Wordsy.
“I dunno. Sit down and chat?”
“Sounds good to me!”
They searched around for a good tree to lean against. Wordsy had wandered a good bit into the woods when she found what seemed to be the perfect tree...
(January 8, 2019 - 9:32 am)
I thought I posted here before Admins, but oh well...
Another “Singing to the Top” session with Jwyn
Shipwreck in a sea of faces, there’s a dreamy world up there
Dear friends in higher places, carry me away from here
Travel light, let the sun eclipse you, ‘cause your flight is about to leave
There’s more to this brave adventure, than you’d ever believe
Bird’s eye view
Awake the stars ‘cause they’re all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams
And remember me sweet bravery, ‘cause
After all, those wings will take you
Up
So
High
So bid the forest floor goodbye
As you race the wind, and
Take to the sky
Elli says oyyo
(January 16, 2019 - 11:30 pm)
On the heels of war and wonder
There’s a stormy world up there
You can’t whisper above the thunder
But you can fly anywhere
Purple bursts of paper birds
This picture paints a thousand words
So take a breath of myth a mystery
And don’t look back
Bird’s eye view
Awake the stars ‘cause they’re all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams
And remember me sweet bravery, ‘cause
After all those wings will take you
Up
So
High
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind, and
Take to the sky
(January 19, 2019 - 4:08 pm)
There’s a realm above the trees
Where the lost are finally found
Touch your feathers to the breeze
And leave the ground
Bird’s eye view
Awake the stars ‘cause they’re all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams
And remember me sweet bravery, ‘cause
After all those wings will take you
Up
So
High
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind, and
Take to the sky
(January 19, 2019 - 4:18 pm)
There’s a realm above the trees
Where the lost are finally found
Touch your feathers to the breeze
And leave the ground
Bird’s eye view
Awake the stars ‘cause they’re all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams
And remember me sweet bravery, ‘cause
After all those wings will take you
Up
So
High
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind, and
Take to the sky
—To the sky, Owl City
(January 19, 2019 - 4:19 pm)
Hello! I apologize for not commenting in the longest while. I just caught up with the story, and oh my gosh, it’s amazing. Your writing is incredible, and the “Mystery” is blowing my mind. I don’t have any theories to say at the moment, mostly because i’m kind of bad at that sort of stuff.
I do however, have a request to make. is there anyway that you could use different pronouns for me? they/them is preferred, but i’m ok with he/him as well. if not, that’s alright, i was just wondering.
thank you for continuing this wonderful story, and i’m excited to see what happens!
(January 24, 2019 - 12:15 am)
Heyyyyy Nighthawk!! How’ve you been?
(January 24, 2019 - 2:22 pm)
Hi Jwyn!
I’ve been alright I suppose. How have you been?
(January 24, 2019 - 4:02 pm)
I’ve been 14 for almost 2 weeks now, and I’m feeling great about it, so I’m pretty awesome. LIFE IS GOOD PEOPLE ^^
(January 25, 2019 - 1:27 pm)
Sorry I’m so late! Happy super late birthday! That’s great! :)
Have a great day/night!
(February 10, 2019 - 5:05 pm)
Thank you :) I actually had my party yesterday, so.... now who's late xD
You too! ;)
(February 11, 2019 - 12:13 pm)