Yes the dragons are really cool, and the clothes too. There's just not a lot of clothes
Sweet!!
Better Than The Golden Arches (Which I don't own)It is the first time any of us have entered this room.
The only picture on the wall is from some holiday near-eons ago.
I don’t look into Wyatt’s room. It’s one of the stipulations. Similar to the way the Watcher and I could communicate at the beginning, and cannot even whisper now.
There are more pictures here. A certificate that Jesse received for maxing cooking, a sepia picture of Chandell and Georgia, and a selfie that makes me laugh.
The noise bounces around the room, hollow and empty. I shiver, and examine the other picture.
It’s from only a few hours ago.
I can’t tell if I should be disturbed, or…….y’know what, disturbed works just fine.
I take my first step into my room. And I gotta say-I’m a little disappointed.
There are my portraits, my adult sculpture, and a few photos of my and my prince. There is a plum on a small table, my replicator in one corner, and a pink diamond in the other.There are Margarita's ashes. But other than that-nothing. The walls that should be covered with my life are sparse, and bare.
I decide not to care. After all, I have hundreds of years more of living. Er, I have more than a hundred years left of living-no, no, um….I have plenty of time? No, too boring….
Okay, so anyway, it took me like three minutes to figure out the replicator.
The ambrosia smells like nothing, and yet everything. I feel light hearted and anxious and scared and more ready for anything than I have ever been.
I sweep the plum off to the side and put down the plate. Thoughts whirl and sting. Will it taste disgusting? Wonderful? Will I see visions, or be teleported to a small cell to stay in a trance until the end?
It definitely tastes….weird. A lot like a vial of bliss and wonder petals at the same time.
It tastes like vomit from using the alchemy station too much. Like salt air and cool lemonade. Like dirt-infused sweat from being out in the garden too long, and like imported nectar. Like the first breath I took in CAS.
Then it hits. I can’t tell what it is. It feels like a crushing pressure on my skull and chest. For a brief, quick second I can’t breathe-
And in that second, the rainbow falls. It settles over my skin like a sheer veil, and I think I see faces and hear laughter.
It is right after I clean my plate that I hear the voice.
Ello, luv. Can ya ‘ear me alroight? Testing, testing, 1, 2,3…..
I roll my eyes and pout. “Oh gnomes, not you again.”
The voice drops its accent.
Aww….are you still mad at me for not giving you proper maternity wear?“Yes! Yes I am!!”
I swear, I can feel her smirk.
I promise to give all of your descendants maternity clothes. Okay? Now, if you don’t mind, I-or, rather, we-have some SERIOUS business to attended to.
The hair goes up on the back of my neck. “Wait, what? I thought we were doing fine! Wyatt’s already completed half of his requirements, and-“
She cuts me off.
Peggy, the world is in danger of imploding. That’s why I created you.
Her words freeze me.
“Wait….what?!”
Well, not imploding, exactly;I kind of just said that to get your attention. She muses,
More like becoming so unbelievably boring that nothing would happen. At all. You would basically just sit there and die.“Oh, yes, because just saying that explains it completely.” I say waspishly.
Oiy. Have I ever told you how annoying you are?“Nope.”
Hmm. I’ll remember to do that more often. But anyway-I am Trident. I am water, I am adaption, I am life. My counterpart is Kujang. He is fire, he is execution, he is death. Our…let’s say ‘mutual friend’, decided the Kujang was causing too much trouble, and so he was locked away.She stops. I wait for her to finish, and she says nothing.
“Well?!”
Nope, sorry. I have to wait for Wyatt. Then the next generation, and the next, so that I don’t have to repeat myself over and over. The forum members would get bored, you might give stuff away- sorry, m’dear.“Hmph.”
Aww. Let’s get you to the dresser, huh? And we’ll even make you an awesome Immortal shot!“Yeah, okay……”
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I am Peggy Frond.
And I am Immortal.
T-t-that’s all folks!
Watcher’s note- a kujang is an Indonesian weapon from the island of Java, where one of the worlds most active volcanoes’ resides. The weapon is believed to have supernatural powers. Also, the chapter title refers to the fact that ambrosia tastes better than a certain fast-food restaurant's cuisine.
