Missed yesterday. That's... strike 9? I think? The aim is basically to keep it below 12 for the year (an average of one per month). Here's yesterday's, finished at 3:17 a day late.
“Do
you have any idea what our Author is doing?” asked Araziel.
“No,
why?” replied Blue. He had been drawing in the mud with a stick but
was quickly finding that he couldn't get nearly the amount of detail
he wanted on the entrails, so he was glad of something else to do;
even if that something was talking to Araziel. “Well, it seems like
we've been sat here an awfully long time... Just what are they
doing?”
“If
I knew that do you really think we'd still be sitting here?” asked
Blue. “They've probably fallen asleep on the job.”
And now tonight's, finished at 3:39.
It
was getting late and Raven was pretty sure Anansi would need to
retire soon – he never had been good with late nights – and Raven
hoped to make his move soon. Anansi had sent for a servant to bring
something to eat and was busy packing away all of his maps and files,
giving Raven a chance to scout out what he could of the manor grounds
from the window. “Whatever you're scheming, I wouldn't try it if I
were you,” said Anansi, walking up behind him.
“What
makes you thing I'm scheming?” asked Raven.
“You're
always scheming,” replied Anansi.
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