Pale Blue Shadows
Dear Readers,
I PROMISE this story has not been forgotten… I'm currently finishing up my last year of teacher's college, which means I'm on practicum. With grade sevens… who are surprisingly tough to teach. They keep me hopping and it seems to be requiring pretty much all my energy. Mid-April, I will once again be free to follow my muse, so you can expect another cluster of rapid-fire updates then. Until then, just in case I don't get anything out between now and then (which I will be so very sorry for), here's a little tidbit to keep you thinking.
I'm so sorry for leaving you all hanging!
Thank you all for still reading!
- Dreamflight
Chapter 21: Interlude
Dear Diary,
I am most concerned about Sir and Miss Ritchie. As I feared, Sir seems to have permanently fixated on Miss Ritchie. What I had not foreseen, was Miss Ritchie doing the same to Sir. I didn't actually think it was possible for a human to reciprocate the feelings that Sir's people were capable of, yet here it is… for better or worse. I fear worse…
Sir has turned an entirely new page on his inventions. He has always been so careful, up until now, to make sure that none of his inventions was too far out of the realm of human imagination. Suddenly, everything has changed. He has re-opened the gene lab, against my warnings. I've told him time and again that there may be dangers in gene splicing, but he seems to have decided not to heed them. I believe he is working on an ointment that grants his own natural fast-healing ability to whatever organic material it is applied to. I would rather pretend I did not know the direct application of this ointment, but it would take someone deaf, blind, and dumb not to realize that it has to do with Miss Ritchie.
And on the topic of Miss Ritchie… well, there is simply too much to say and no proper way to say it. She has changed, of that I have no doubt. As I write, she is holed up in one of the labs tinkering with several settings on the De-Gun. Miss Ritchie. Tinkering with the De-Gun! It's beyond anything I might have dreamed. One look at Sir confirms that it is exactly what he has dreamed. The woman he has thought of incessantly inventing and discovering and doing science… and using his own weapon.
Sometimes its unbearable to be here.
Sometimes I can see the love radiate from them so brightly that I want to do nothing but smile and splash and laugh like I did when I was just a guppy.
They revolve through the entire spectrum of love, obsession, desire, need, lust, and darker things I have no name for. I'd known some fraction of it from home but… Sir and Miss Ritchie seem to go beyond all my recollections.
… then again, I never did know why Sir's planet was destroyed.