Corben & Tirrell
_ **Corben & Tirrell** _ The sun felt good on my fur. Warming. Soothing. By my way of thinking, I deserved a medal for dragging myself up outta bed this morning, never mind outside into the communal gardens. My brain was working half a step behind the...
Getaway: Parts 8 & 9
_ **Part 8** _ There wasn't a chance in hell of carrying on with my planning... or relaxing... or doing anything beyond discarding myself on the bed of this dead, lonely hotel room. Outside, life went on. I watched the evening sky turn to black,...
Getaway: Part 7
_ **Part 7** _ Walking through the lobby, it soon looked like there'd be a whole lot more to do here than just check out an observation deck. I sure appreciated that in light of the twenty ducat entry charge thrusted upon us! Down on the ground...
Getaway: Part 6
_ **Part 6** _ Sunday evening wound up being the perfect time for our first trip out for dinner. Compared to our first pass of Ibarra's earlier that day... it still wasn't quiet, for sure, but it'd got way less busy. From what I'd seen of Arlone so...
Getaway: Parts 4 & 5
_ **Part 4** _ My first night in Polcia culminated in the weirdest bout of sleep I'd ever had. I lost count of how many times I woke to varying degrees of darkness, wondering what strange room I'd found myself in, and why I could hear Sasha snoring...
Getaway: Part 3
_ **Part 3** _ In the days and weeks that followed those initial discussions, I managed to get somewhere approaching comfortable with the idea of travelling all the way to Polcia. I'd also got used to fact that I'd be heading there with Sasha in...
Getaway: Parts 1 & 2 (AaO Side Story)
**_Getaway_** **_Part 1_** Everything jerked at once. My monitor and fan rocked back and forth. Pens skittered and tumbled off of the desk. Hell, even the fully-loaded filing were thumping. The shaking affected everything, all the way through...
Getaway: Part 12 - Final
_ **Part 12** _ It had taken forever and a day to get ourselves to the airport. At seven that morning, I figured peeling myself off my hostel bed would be the toughest part of my day, especially after the less than sensible night we'd enjoyed before....
Getaway: Part 11
_ **Part 11** _ Tuesday afternoon. The weather had cleared up since the day before. Outside, bold sunshine reached everything, bringing out the colour of the dated apartment buildings opposite, the trees and shrubs around them, even the people...
Getaway: Part 10
_ **Part 10** _ We followed her out of the cold and into the light. A kitchen sat in darkness at the opposite end of the narrow hallway, past the bare wooden staircase. The smell of boiled vegetables struck my nose. Below, my shoes met resistance from...
Slim
_ **Slim** _ These makroudhs were tiny. Like, mind-blowingly. Six diamond-shaped pastries sat arranged on a square plate; the centrepiece of the hand-sized tray I was carrying across the restaurant. I wondered, how in the world Dad managed to bake...
Hurdles
_ **Hurdles** _ Early shifts at the gym were _no_ fun for several reasons. Firstly, it meant dealing with all the nine-to-fivers coming in for their pre-work workouts, building up sweat, then rushing off without wiping down our equipment properly....