I yawn, stretching out my arms. Glancing out the window in my bedroom, I notice that the weather is sunny. It’s a welcoming contrast to the looming grey-green clouds that we are used to in Evergreen Meadows. The fog machines must be working today. I momentarily forget about the nightmares haunting me.
The sun warms my mood. I shove my heavy, hand made quilt to the side of my bed and push myself off of it and on to my feet. Muriel, who was laying at the foot of the bed, also rises and hops off before trotting downstairs to wait for her breakfast. I smirk and find myself following her.
Downstairs I begin to prepare myself a cup of coffee and search through my refrigerator for a piece of meat I can give to Muriel.
huh, it’s gone. I must have used the last of it yesterday and forgotten. I guess I’ll have to run to the market today and buy some more. It will give me a chance to sell my wool too. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.
I give the dog a piece of fresh goat cheese.
that should last her until later today.
Grabbing my cup of coffee, I set out to check up on the alpacas. I open my front door, I take a deep breath of the fresh air. Today, there is a spring in my step as I walk out to the gate. As I open the gate, I can tell that the alpacas are loving the weather too. Usually, one or two of them wander off, but today, I count all seven in the large pen.
what wonders this fog has done!
Yes, I’ll admit, I didn’t always love its results, but if the fog works like this, I’m all for it!
I cheerfully retrieve a large amount of from my barn in a wheelbarrow and feed it to the animals. In shock, I realize that the hay has less fog in it than it usually does.
my fog machine must be broken! What a shame! It will probably spoil the alpaca’s good mood. ...oh well, someone will surely come by soon to fix it.
I return the wheelbarrow to the barn and complete some daily chores before gathering my wool and other things to set out for the market.
Throughout my walk through No Man’s Landing, I notice that the weather here is just as welcoming. I can’t help but smile as I enter the Business District.
When I reach the wool stand, I greet the seller.
“Good morning! Fine day, isn’t it?”
“Hmf,” he replies. “Got a wool shipment, or not, guv?”
“Yes, I do.”
I set the wool on the counter.
“And you have my payment, I suppose?”
He hands me a few cogs and a pipe.
“Thank you. I’ll see you in a few days, I suppose.”
I turn around and make my way to the other stands. After buying meat and milk, I start to make my way home. Before I even exit the district, I am stopped. In front of me, someone about my age is battling an automaton.
ah, so this is another of those resisters! I might as well stay and watch.
I expect the automaton to hit the rebel a few times and send them running away, but that didn’t happen.
The rebel won.
And the automaton was left in a heap of rubble.
The resister collects a few parts from the pile and stands up to leave. I watch the event in shock. I had never really seen something quite like it before. Yes, I had seen rebels fight, but they never won.
are they getting better...?
The rebel begins to walk away.
They turn around. I don’t know what to say.
Then an idea hits me. If I couldn’t find out who I am from Lucky’s side, maybe the resistors would help me.
The rebel waits for me to talk.
“Oh, um... hi. Im Snoelle.”