Dec. 9th, 2014

DRAFT

Dec. 9th, 2014 11:27 am
nepetaleijon: (*ping!*)
[Out of Milliways, Sort Of:

We have all seized the white perimeter as our own
and reached for a pen if only to show
we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages;
we pressed a thought into the wayside,
planted an impression along the verge.]


[text-only version here]



Outside, snow lies thick on the Milliways grounds. Or at least that part of the Milliways grounds that includes the entrance to the Labyrinth.

It's some distance from that entrance, though, where there seems to be a stirring under the snow. As of something -- or someone -- burrowing up through it.

The head that emerges in a shoosh of scattered snow is possibly familiar to the casual viewer, although less so than usual: the blue fur hood is gone, replaced by a thicker tawny-brown fur hood with tufted ears. The bright eyes that blink up at their surroundings from under the hood, though, are cheerfully yellow as ever.

"We made it!"

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