Demonrally: yeah, I dont think Sarah as thought this through yet.
also, the stories are more or less in cronological order, but not exactly. major events take place roughly at the same time, but its not exact. chronological takes a back seat to storytelling. also since depression is major issue, im focusing on getting chapters posted, cus if i worry about mistakes ill never post anything. im sorry for my rampent abuse of english grammer.
I survive corona. Sadly. My suffering on this earth continues. And I im sorry for the miswording, I still got to go back and edit this all. Also, but a new writing machine. An old asus laptop/tablet running ubuntu. It just feels right for writing.
Yuki found herself being a lot more conservative at work, keeping her ice magic a little less perfect. A myth was one thing, a video made that same myth something real, that was something to be feared. Snow women still had a a killer reputation from long ago, the reality was very different from the myths. But still, the fear from so long ago still lived. Now she went about her day in fear, wondering of some bright human would put two and two together and realize she was not one of them. There would be no pitch forks this time. It would be laws and prison, if she was lucky. And if she was not, then it was being disappeared off to a lab to be studied and dissected like a thing, and that was some how worse.
She slipped working on the ice sculpture she was working on, out of nervousness, the knife digging into her skin. Calm, she thought. This worrying would get her no where. She still had a job to do, people who were depending on her. Yuki knew the risks of venturing this far into the human world. But it had to be done, so her little nieces back home could be away from this deadly heated desert could live their lives out in the cold peacefulness for a while longer.
She glanced up at the clock, carefully watching the time in her giant walk in freezer of a workshop until the guys came to pick up her next piece.