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This is rix_scaedu's commissioned continuation of In the Forest and Through the Forest.

Keita made her way down to the ground, landing with a thump in front of her pursuer. “Do you know what happens to people who chase me deep into the forest I live in?”

Her voice sounded hoarse to her. She’d meant it to sound intimidating, although the truth of the matter was that mostly she spooked them off or they got lost.

Solomon raised his eyebrows. “I imagine that you tend to discourage them. Keita, if it was within my power to leave you here, I would. It’s clear you’re happy here. More than that, it’s clear that, for the moment, at least, you’re safe here.”

“What do you mean, ‘for the moment?’” She glowered at him. “I survived winter. I survived creepy monsters screaming overhead. Whatever that was, the dragon apocalypse or something. I survived the freaking army making a base in my backyard.”

“It’s impressive. Am I correct in guessing you ran away before the, ah, ‘dragon apocalypse?’”
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Crossposts: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1173248.html

This is thnidu's commissioned continuation of In the Forest.
He was still following her. Keita didn’t know how that was possible, but every time she paused, moments later, there he was.

He was far too comfortable with the woods. People had tried to come after her before – first before the world started getting strange, and then later, their reasons less clear but their hunting no more skilled. None of them had moved like he did.

His feet fell with no noise. He broke no twigs. He left – when she double back – almost no track at all.

And he was still following her.

Crossposts: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1171900.html

written to wyld_dandelyon's prompt here. I'm still taking prompts if you have an idea!

There were footsteps in her forest. Keita shimmied up a vantage-tree and let herself slip into the foliage, camouflaged from the view of the few people that would think to look up.

A man walked through, skinny and wearing glasses, too clean for the forest, too tidy for the world outside. He looked around, muttering words to himself that Keita couldn't quite discern, and then he looked up, through the foliage and directly at her.

"Keita Casarez?" His voice was still quiet, but it seemed like shouting against the noise of the woods. "My name is Reid Solomon."

He knew her name. She didn’t move. She’d learned from the animals in the woods that moving was the dumb thing. You didn’t move until the predator showed that it was about to pounce, because maybe it hadn’t seen you yet.
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Crossposts: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1170233.html

Laurelia was in the library when the lady found her. She was deep into the science section, reading up on botulism and how to avoid it when your only food source was Mystery Cans Of Food From Before The War, taking notes and wishing (privately, because she'd never admit it out loud), that she'd paid more attention in class before the school blew up.

The polite clearing of a throat was so out-of place, she didn't register it as real at first. It was her imagination, a librarian who was offended at her note-taking or the way she'd made a nest out of the books. It was that teacher she'd been ignoring back in classes - Mrs. Enil.

The second throat-clearing made her look up. There, in clothes that were clean and tidy - brown pants and a white silk shirt, boots and a jaunty hat - with her hair pulled back in a low bun and even her make-up perfect, was a librarian, offended at her note-taking.

Laurelia went back to her book. Clearly, she was going nuts.

"Laurelia Dziedzic, daughter of Amie Sanchez-Dziedzic?"
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Crossposts: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1118168.html

After Inflicting Change, beginning of Year 20 of Addergoole

"Director Regine doesn't ever take Students. My mother said she never has."

Jack punctuated his words with lazy sneers and casual touches, patting Senka's arm, shaking his head as if she was being foolish.

Senka pulled away. She had only been here for a week and a half, and she was already sick of Jack and the dozen others that were remarkably similar to Jack while looking nothing like him. "I did not say she had."

"Your mother was wrong, anyway." Perth was not like Jack. He was so completely not like Jack that Senka was unclear why he was friends with him, "crew" with the loud, obnoxious, self-satisfied, touching her again Jack. "She's taken one Student. It was when my mom was here. Maybe your mom missed it."

"Senka?" The Director's secretary showed up just in time to forestall yet another fight between Jack and Perth. Senka wondered if Perth had seen the woman coming and timed it that way. "Director Regine would like to see you in her office after your magic classes today."
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Crossposts: http://addergoole.livejournal.com/319464.html

So, I'm playing with the Roster and I said to myself, "who Keeps him, if anyone? Well, Janoah could. Now, I wonder how that went?"

So I wrote this.

The girl was petting him.

Ankara was... surprisingly okay with this.

She had a name. Janoah. Her friends - her Crew, that was the word - had used it. She had a name and, as far as Ankara could figure out, she Owned him now.

Ankara knew about Owning, although he was still a little fuzzy - ha, fuzzy; he'd turned into a fecking angora-rabbit-thing overnight - on the details, and he was very fecking fuzzy on how the mute girl had managed to Keep him.

But Kept and collared he was, and the girl was petting him. Life was pretty good.

Janoah has showed up before here; Ankara, here and here; this story is three years later for Janoah and four years earlier for Ankara.

Crossposts: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/799960.html

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Entries tagged with yr20

Of the Forest, a commissioned Continuation

Through the Forest, a commissioned Continuation

In the Forest, a story of Addergoole-Apoc

Priorities - an introduction to a story of Addergoole Post-Apoc

Sharing the Infliction, a story continuation of Addergoole

Fuzzy on the Details, a random Drabble

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