Update and SPORE-Con.

I woke up from a strange dream. The dream saw me wandering along a rushing river, teeming with life. I saw lionesses and their cub, even leopards. The scene switched and I found myself inside a building, apparently a visitor center built beside the river. But everything was derelict. The cafe was gone. The center had a lot of plants and they were all in need of watering. I watered them, filling a pail with water. When people wandered in, they were also roped in to help. The river dried up, because the source was cut off.

I got my job and I am starting work on Monday.

This weekend is SPORE-Con and I will be busy.

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The smells of dinner drift along the corridor. Fried fish. Sizzling garlic. Sesame oil. The setting sun casts a golden sheen on the roof tops of the blocks of flats. It is the magical moment before night.

She inhales the aromas, glad to be alive.

A chill wind touches her skin.

Her dagger vibrates. She feels it through her bag.

A dark shadow darts away at the corner of her eye. It looks larger than the usual hungers she hunt at night. She gives chase, drawing her dagger. She passes by children who whisper gleefully: “Dragon, dragon, dragon.”*

* - a bit of what I am working on at the moment.