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The world, itself, seemed to be bleeding. There was blood everwhere he looked, glowing dark and oozing stickily in the light of the full moon. On the ground, on the trees, on the rocks.... On himself.
He lay on the ground, his breath rattling in his throat. Around his head, his halo lay in shattered fragments. On either side, his wings, grey feathers tainted with black, were torn to shreds, ripped from his back. In his right hand he held the tiny dagger which he had used. Used on the thing that he had feared the most. Others hadn't feared it, and they had been killed by it. What was left of them was what coated his surrounds. The darkness didn't have remains to scatter, but that was just as well. If any of it had remained, there would be no saving Glie.
He tried to swallow, but found the taste of blood in his mouth, and his eyes opened wide in fear. The breach in the wall was starting to heal itself, and he could feel his time running short. He had no wings with which to face his Day of Flight. He was trapped, deep within the echoing recesses of limbo, and there was no way out.
A face appeared above him, framed in the moonlight. Golden hair and scarlet eyes, halo and wings. The face smiled sadly at him, and a hand was offered. He wanted to take that hand, but there was no energy left in his limbs. The world blurred, shifted, spun and stopped....
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An Haibane Renmei Fanfiction
Red Feathers in Old Home
by Dark Day For Anime
Part 9
Rain - Dreamcycle - Fune
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"Do you notice anything different?" The Washi asked Rakka as they stepped underneath a large tree in the centre of the temple gardens. Rakka looked at him, quizzically, and the Washi gestured to the gardens. "Here, in this place. Does it seem different to you in any way?"
Rakka followed his gesture, looking at their surrounds. She signalled 'no', with a soft jingling of bells, and the Washi nodded. "Hmmm.... We are often caught up in the moment, and don't notice what is going on around us. We maintain these gardens, trying to keep them alive, trying to keep them the same, but even so, they are quite different from the moment you arrived. Most Haibane fail to notice the changes because they spend but only a little time amongst us. I would wager that you have failed to notice the changes because of the opposite. But everything changes. Soon, this will be a very different place, one, I am certain, you will not recognise."
The Washi lowered himself to the ground, leaning up against the tree, and gestured for Rakka to join him. After doing so, he held up a hand to her. "I will give you permission to speak. I wish to hear of Haibane Ketsu's progress."
Rakka opened her mouth, but found it difficult to know what to say. "Well...." She paused. "I'm not really sure if you could call what she is going through as.... progress."
The Washi seemed to sigh. "Does she frighten you?"
"No...." Rakka screwed up her eyebrows, trying to find the words to say. "But I do find myself walking on glass around her, most of the time. She's so unpredictable.... Her emotions seem to change from moment to moment, and I, likewise, am not sure.... of what she is going to say next, or how she'll react to what I, or anyone else, may say." Rakka looked down at the ground. "I must be honest.... As much as I want to help her, it is trying my patience."
"Hmmm...." The Washi pondered. Rakka glanced back up at him. Behind his mask, it was hard for her to tell just what he was thinking. "Dreams are powerful things, you know." He said, finally. "They can affect you in ways that are highly personal."
"Dreams...." Rakka murmured. "She keeps talking about her dreams."
"I would expect so. It is symptomatic of all that she is going through. All that can be done is to try to ground her into this reality.... Otherwise...." He trailed off again.
"Ano...."
"Hmmm?"
"You knew about her problems.... with the dreams. Is this because of your experience, with Fune?"
The Washi considered her, silently, before chuckling, rather drily in Rakka's view. "Yes, you could say I have had some experience with the dreams. Change may be inevitable, but so are the cycles of that change. I just hope, for Ketsu's sake, that she does not find a place in that cycle that she will live to regret."
As thunder from the approaching storm rolled throughout the temple, the Washi peered over a stone rotunda, near the entrance to the Wall. "It might be best if we both make our move, soon, lest we get too comfortable here and find ourselves getting drenched."
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Thunder brought Ketsu around, where she found herself sitting within the glade. The gurgling of the nearby brook underscoring the cool peacefulness of the place. It seemed unafraid of the storm. For a few moments, she thought she was back at the side of the pond, overshadowed by the giant vane, such was its dreamlike quality.
She didn't know how she came to be here, but it didn't seem to matter. There wasn't anything around her that could possibly harm her. Not even the cowled figure of the Touga, standing beside the brook, staring into its waters, seemed threatening. Not now, not anymore.
Within the cocoon.... He floated forward, to reach out and touch the inner shell. It felt warm and fleshy.... He tore at it, pulling away the protection. He felt that he had to escape. Escape the darkness that was chasing him. If he didn't get away....
Ketsu opened her eyes. She was sitting by the doorway to the hall. The Touga was sitting at the other end of the hall, kneeling down as if in prayer. Only it wasn't a Touga. It was a young boy, perhaps no more than a year older than herself. He turned and looked at her. He had a round, almost pudgy face underneath short-cropped light brown hair, yet his figure was quite thin. He had a wide mouth and warm, hazel eyes. He was smiling, reaching out a hand to her. She stood and stepped along the length of the hall, reaching out for that hand....
Lying in a bed. He didn't know where he was. There were people around him that he didn't know, though he was sure he should have. They were talking about him, not to him. What was wrong? Didn't they know he was listening? He wanted to move from the bed, but his body felt weak and sore. One or two of the figures leaned down and held him, trying to calm him. He didn't want to feel like this.... He was too weak.... What if the darkness were to come for him now. It would take him, and....
Ketsu stood outside the hall, staring into the fountain. The figure, from whose wrists the water flowed, had reshaped and reformed. It looked even more like her, now, than it had when she'd last seen it. Even the hair was the right length and shape. She turned away from the fountain and started to walk towards a stand of trees around the back of the hall.
People wanted to help him. Or so they would say. But their help seemed to consist of criticism, of judgement, of harsh treatment. He began to wonder if the people of this town worked for the darkness.... If, in fact, this town was a trap of the darkness. He could feel himself drowning, deep within the laws of this cage.
Ketsu waded deep into the pond, and deeper still. She would not be satisfied until her head was underwater, until she was drowned within its depths. There, she would be truly safe, forever, in a place where nobody would find her. She thought she could hear Rakka, calling out to her, but she took no heed. She was where she wanted to be.
He ran through the rain, across the moor to the western wood. The darkness was chasing him, hunting him down like an animal. He could hear others, calling out his name. A name he had almost forgotten.... And soon others would also forget. Once in the western wood, there would be no escape. The darkness had him....
Underneath the water, she could see a light, and she swam towards it. She opened her eyes and found herself sitting within the glade. The rumble of thunder was underscored by the gurgling of the brook. For a few moments, she wondered where she was, but it didn't seem to matter. She felt safe in the glade. Not even the figure of the Touga, standing beside the brook, looking away, was frightening to her. Not anymore. She closed her eyes....
He gestured to her, beckoning her through the woods. The young man who was also the Touga lead her out through the ruins that lay beside the wall and continued on. And there, on the other side, was the gap. The vast gap in the collapsed wall. Its defences breached, the stonework and masonry lay in scattered piles over the gap, its deep inner sanctums, exposed to the light, lay bare and profaned. And on the other side, she could see....
Rakka stood before the pond, holding up her hands, trying to ward her off. She felt annoyed by this, yet found it impossible to be angry with her. Rakka approached and put her arms around her. She felt as if she were going to cry. But she couldn't, because she was dead inside. Her soul was....
His soul was dead inside. He stared at the collapsed wall within the western woods, its defences breached, and he knew the darkness had come for them all. He reached down and grabbed one of the stones, feeling what residual power it had left start to drain him of that which remained inside. And he crushed the stone into powder, turning back to the forest. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blade, like a tiny stilletto, with a handle engraved and painted with the markings of red feathers. And he ran back into the forest, crying out in anger for all his life was worth.... Like a demon with his blackening wings.
She looked at the tiny blade the Touga had given her, the handle engraved and painted with the markings of red feathers. She now had three feathers in her grasp, one of which she had not expected. She looked up at the figure of the Touga. He had turned and was watching her. She didn't know what to say to him, or if she would be able to say anything at all. He held up his hands and signed some kind of gestured language to her....
"The dreams you have, both waking and asleep, are more than mere dreams. No Haibane lives an existence that is truly material. They are the sum of their own dreams and feelings. Ethereal yet real. The dreams are as much your existence as they are a warning. You cannot ignore them. At least, we who have been touched by the darkness cannot ignore them. They will haunt our every moment, and make it difficult for us to find our way. But there is something.... someone.... who can help us. Guide us through these moments.
Three feathers, Ketsu. And there are more waiting for you. Will you be willing to accept them?"
She opened her eyes and found herself within the cocoon. For a few moments, she panicked, wondering if everything she had experienced up to now had been a dream. She heard voices nearby. Soft but insistent. On the outside of the cocoon.
She felt herself float through the shell and into the storeroom. Not as dark as it had been, thanks to the removal of the boards that had covered the window, it still felt quite dark and desolate. The cocoon was surrounded by a high barricade of boxes, deliberately placed to encircle and hide the cocoon from anyone who dared to look.
From a small gap off to one side emerged the figure of a smallish girl with short blond hair, glowing underneath the ever-present halo of a Haibane, wearing a dress that looked obviously uncomfortable on her. She felt she should recognise this girl, but her memory just didn't want to come to the party.
The Haibane girl wiped her forehead and flapped the dust away from her wings as a second Haibane girl, smaller than the first, emerged from the gap. "Now my dress is all dusty. I'll have to find something else to wear this afternoon."
"Stop whining." The older of the two turned to her. "If something isn't worth getting dirty in, it isn't worth wearing. And as far as I'm concerned, this dress needs to get dirty. It has a bad attitude."
"You sound as if you think the dress is alive."
"Well, Yu picked it up for me, so it comes with some of her attitude."
"Honestly, that's all you talk about." The smaller girl looked up at the cocoon. "It looks.... different."
"What do you mean?" The older girl peered over at the cocoon. "Well, yeah, it is kinda fresher-lookin' than when I last saw it. Have you been cleaning it, or something?"
"No. I wouldn't come in here unless one of you were with me." The younger girl stepped up to the cocoon and put her hand against it. Ketsu felt as if the girl was touching her very soul. The touch was gentle, and protective. "It is humming away, just like always. As long as it does that, Ketsu-oneesan will be okay, right?"
"How would I know? I'm only a passenger on this shipwreck." The older girl stepped up alongside the younger one and brushed a hand along the cocoon's side. It felt encouraging, almost combative. "The skin of the thing is definitely softer. I don't know whether this is a good sign or not."
"I would hope it is a good sign." Ketsu whispered. Both girls snatched their hands away, surprised.
"Wha...." The older girl's jaw had almost hit the floor. "What the hell was...."
"That was her voice." The younger girl put her hand back on the shell. "Ketsu-oneesan's voice." The younger girl seemed to be excited. What was her name?
Hana.
Hana is your name?
You don't know?
I'm sorry, it is hard for me to remember names.
You don't remember me?
Ketsu thought hard. There was a vision, of a young girl, guiding her through the halls of Old Home, introducing her to the house mother, and to some of the young feathers who were staying there. Many of them seemed frightened of her. She felt ashamed that she could frighten people so easily.
The girl was helping to feed her, when she was too weak to do so herself. The girl was choosing clothes for her, washing her.... The girl....
Ketsu-oneesama....
"What are you doing?" The older girl shook Hana's shoulder.
"I'm talking to her through the cocoon." Hana paused. "I think. I think it is her." She paused again. "I know it is her...."
"You're doing what?" Sa stared at Hana as if she were crazy, but Hana responded by taking her hand and placing it against the cocoon.
"Here, see if you can, too...."
"Wait a minute...."
Ketsu-oneesama....
Ketsu could hear Hana's voice in her mind as she, once more, touched the cocoon. She could FEEL her mind, and that of the other girl.... Sa? Her name was Sa. She was one of a pair of twins. The other was....
Ketsu opened her hand and looked down on the feather the girl had given her.
"Two feathers, Ketsu." Yu smiled. "It isn't so bad outside, is it?"
It isn't so bad....
Why....
Hiding the cocoon. To protect you.
Protect?
The cocoon reformed, after you left it.
Reformed?
Don't understand why.... It just did. If anyone finds out....
Ketsu closed her eyes. There were two objects fluttering behind her eyelids. She opened them again.
Are you really Ketsu?
I am. As far as I can remember.
Where are you now?
Ketsu looked up. She was in the glade within the temple walls. The Touga was now sitting in front of her, looking at the ground at their feet. She heard a rumble of thunder and looked up into the sky. The dark clouds were now, practically, overhead.
She could hear rain. But it hadn't reached her yet. That thought registered elsewhere.
It is starting to rain here.
Is that the inside of the temple?
This is going to put a dampener on the day.
Ketsu smiled and closed her eyes. She could see the objects fluttering once more, and she reached out to grab them. Both red feathers melted into her palms.
What.... was that?
Ketsu-oneesan?
Another roll of thunder, and the connection seemed to come to an end.
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The rain rattled heavily over Old Home as Sa and Hana stood back from the cocoon, which had returned to its dormant humming. They both stared at each other for a moment, then opened their mouths in unison to say something to each other. Then closed them. Then opened them again. Then closed them again.
Eventually, Sa put a hand over Hana's mouth. "You know if all of our cocoons had done this, it would make communication so much easier. And everyone thought I was mad when I suggested putting a phone line between Old Home and the township."
Hana removed Sa's hand. "You know, you have an ability to make the amazing seem mundane." She turned and stared at the cocoon. "I'm not sure I understand what just happened. But it felt different.... The way she responded to us, it...."
"Shhh...." Sa turned and listened, carefully. "I think I hear Hikari calling us."
"Then we better get out of here as quickly as possible."
They both moved back towards the gap in the boxes as the rain hammered down even more heavily.
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The first few drops of rain started to fall in the glade, and Ketsu looked up at the sky, feeling them splash against her face. There was a tap on her arm and she looked back at the Touga, who was leaning forward with two umbrellas. She took the one he offered, and they opened them just in time for the rain to drown out the sound of the brook.
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Rakka helped the Washi up the steps of the small stone rotunda, and they both watched as the rain turned the temple gardens into ghosts, vision obscured to little more than ten feet in every direction. The world seemed to have closed in on them. Rakka turned to the Washi, her eyes questioning.
"They will be alright. Rain can be messy, uncomfortable and inconvenient, but it rarely harms." He chuckled. "Though you can catch your death of a cold if you stand out in it for long enough."
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Yu pressed her face against the window of the shop, staring forlornly at the rain. "I think the chance of customers, today, has just hit zero."
"What makes you think that?" Marie was sitting back in her chair, her eyes closed, listening to the rain. The constant noise was soporific, almost inviting sleep.
"Who would want to be out in this?" Yu turned back to the dark interior of the store and shook her head. "It is like a mausoleum in here." She moved back to the counter and reached around the side, flicking a switch. Two small lights flickered into existence, doing just slightly more than nothing to cast away the gloom. They then flickered out a couple of times when lightning flashed over the township, before coming back to life. Yu crossed her arms, not looking all that satisfied. "You really must do something about the decor in this place. This is supposed to be a shop, not a museum."
"It does the job." Marie sat up. "And we have a customer."
"What?" Yu turned to the opening door. "No way!"
With the clanging ring of the doorbell, an elderly man stood in the doorway, attempting to close his umbrella and shake it dry in the laneway. "Honestly...." He huffed as he placed the still-damp brolly into the doorside umbrella stand. "You'd think the weather had something against me." He smiled as Yu bowed.
"I.... irasshai mase."
"Ah, one of the Haibane twins." The elderly man stepped up to Yu as straightened and patted her on the head. "Haven't seen you around town for a few days."
"Eh?" Yu blinked.
"Popped in here a couple of days ago, and Marie, here, said you'd both gone missing."
"See." Marie chuckled. "I told you we had customers while you were away."
"Customer. Singular." Yu puffed up her cheeks and pouted.
"Semantics." Marie nodded at the elderly man. "What will it be today, Mister Mallory? Earl Grey or Oolong?"
"Oolong this time, I think." And with a flourish, he pulled a chair from behind one of the shelf units and sat down. "Make it strong. It is going to be a while before this weather calms down."
"Oolong it is, then." Marie stood from her chair and disappeared into the backroom.
"You know...." Yu stared after her. "You really should give thought into turning this place into a teahouse. You seem to serve more tea here than anything else."
"Customer service, my dear, customer service." Came Marie's cheerful reply, just as the shop door opened again. Yu turned to watch a young woman stepped through the doorway, shrugging off her wet raincoat.
"Dear oh dear.... And I thought I was going to make it back in time." The young woman muttered as the door closed behind her. She hung her coat on a hook on the back of the door and placed a small bag of shopping next to the umbrella stand. "Hmmm.... Do I hear the kettle boiling?"
"Earl Grey or Oolong?" Came Marie's reply.
"Earl Grey, I think." The woman stepped up to Yu and smiled. "How are we today? Haven't seen you in a few days."
"Don't tell me.... You popped in whilst I was away?"
"Mmm.... A couple of days ago. Hello there, Mister Mallory."
"Morning to you, Miss Kurtz." Mallory chuckled.
"Honestly, there wasn't a single customer in this place the week before.... I'm beginning to think you were all trying to avoid me, or something." Yu cringed as Kurtz tickled her halo, giggling.
"Now why would we do that? What with a cute little Haibane like you minding the store?" And with that, Kurtz turned and considered one of the shelves, as Yu leant over the counter, grumpily.
"I am not 'cute'." She muttered, staring into the empty depths of her used mug. She picked it up and held it out towards the door to the backroom. "Another cup, on the double."
"Aye aye, sir." Said Marie as she reached out and plucked it from Yu's hand.
The door opened again. Yu buried her face in her hands. "Honestly.... I don't mind customers, but I hate the thought of a rain-based sales pattern."
"Good thing I'm not here to buy anything, then, isn't it?" Came the gruff reply from Kana as she allowed the door to swing shut behind her, pulling back the hood from her raincoat. "Unless taking you away from here counts as trade."
"One of your friends?" Marie peered out from the backroom.
"Its the halo and the wings that give it away, isn't it?" Yu turned to Kana sarcastically. "What has Sa done this time? Turn the clock at Old Home into a timebomb?"
"No, actually. I was told to make sure you make it to the service this afternoon. Apparently I'm the only one brave enough to face the weather for this task." Kana shrugged off her coat and placed it on the hook next to Kurtz's.
"I'm not that unreliable, am I?"
"Don't ask me, dear." Marie chuckled. "You're the one who spent close to a week away from work."
It was fortunate that they didn't hear what Yu mumbled in her next sentence.
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It felt like it was close to an hour before the rain started to ease, and trapped within the bowl of the temple, Rakka had visions of having to swim her way out.
But the hot and, ostensibly, dry weather that had preceded the rains had left the soil parched, and it lapped it all up, like a sponge. When she and the Washi had stepped back onto the grassy earth from the rotunda steps, there was no squelching underfoot. She was glad of that.... She hated walking in wet shoes.
"The rain ends, for now, having washed away the grime of the past." He pointed at the sky. A small strip of blue appearing between the clouds. "It shan't last long. I would hurry away before it starts again." Rakka nodded, and the Washi paused, placing a hand on her arm. "You have something you want to say. I haven't yet told you to stop speaking."
"I.... It seemed to occur to me.... Whenever we speak, lately, that our words seem to be idle." Rakka pondered. "Like chatter. It seems strange."
"To think that I may simply want to talk with someone? I should hope not. There is little enough conversation in this place for an old man like me." The Washi chuckled. "No, Haibane Rakka, let it be known that every word said, by all, is simply idle chatter." The Washi turned as two figures emerged from the gardens. Ketsu and the Touga, both still holding their umbrellas, their clothes slightly damp from the spray of the rain, made their way quietly over. "Fortune smiles on you." The Washi lifted a hand to the Touga and gestured towards Rakka. The Touga offered his umbrella to her.
Taking it from him, she bowed in thanks, before studying Ketsu, inquiringly. The dark-haired Haibane smiled back at her, before bowing to both the Washi and the Touga. She then waved a little notebook, that she had been holding under her arm, at Rakka before pocketing it.
"It seems that all the formalities are now complete. Go now." The Washi waved a dismissal at the two Haibane. Ketsu started away, towards the gate, but Rakka lingered, sensing something. She bowed at the Washi, not sure of what she was feeling. "Farewell, Haibane Rakka." The Washi said, softly. Rakka looked at him and nodded, before turning and following Ketsu.
Eventually, the gate was opened, and the soft jingling of the Haibane's bells disappeared. The Washi turned to the Touga and signed a silent communication. The Touga responded, slowly and unsure. Then they stood, facing each other for several moments before the Washi proffered his cane. The Touga nervously took the symbol of the Haibane Renmei from the old man and watched as the Washi turned and walked back towards the entrance to the Wall.
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The crossing of the bridge over the river seemed less of a daunting experience to Ketsu the second time round, though Rakka was not sure whether Ketsu really registered what she was doing. The girl seemed to have fallen into another of her dreamstates since her emergence from the gardens of the temple, and Rakka was dying to ask what had happened between her and the Touga during the rainstorm.
She also noticed that, apart from the umbrella, Ketsu was holding something else in her hand, something small that glittered in the light on the odd occasion that she was able to see it. As they emerged on the other side of the bridge, Ketsu caught Rakka's inquiring gaze and quickly pocketed the object. "What?" Ketsu asked, challengingly.
"Oh, its.... nothing, really."
"Hmmm...." Ketsu smiled and looked back across the river to the distant temple. Above it, she could see the ghostly image of the giant, spinning windvane. This dissipated as a soft, white light rose from the temple, disappearing quickly into the haze of the clouds.
Rakka noticed Ketsu's stare, and followed it, but saw nothing. She turned back to Ketsu, raising an eyebrow.
"You know...." Ketsu cleared her throat. "I really don't like crossing that bridge very much." She took hold of Rakka's arm, smiling. "Though I guess I could get used to it. After all, you work here almost every day, don't you?"
Rakka, taken off her guard, could only blurt out a reply.... "Umm, yeah."
"You wouldn't mind if I helped you? I mean, it would be alright, if I went in there with you, wouldn't it?"
"I don't know.... I can ask...." Rakka was about to say something else when Ketsu's stomach growled. The girl looked down at her belly, her face blushing.
"You don't suppose we could get something for lunch. I was too nervous this morning to eat a proper breakfast."
There was a rumble of thunder nearby, and Rakka quickly hurried them along. "Whatever we do, we better do it quickly. I don't like our chances with these umbrellas if we're caught in the next shower out in the open."
"Its just water." Ketsu protested. "I like water. Like the pond...."
"Pond?" Rakka looked at her, but Ketsu's expression had changed.
"Sorry, I'm thinking of something else. Don't worry about it." Ketsu went quiet for a few moments. "Where are we going to have lunch? Back in Old Home?"
"No, probably in town. It is about time you met some real people."
"I have all the people I want." Ketsu gripped Rakka's arm tightly. "But, maybe, one or two more won't hurt...."
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Time had passed since the world had reformed for him. Gone was the darkness and the nightmare of the blooded woods. Gone was the one with the golden hair and the scarlet eyes, halo and wings. Gone, even, were the moments of perpetual silence that had followed. Now he had a voice, and was more alone than ever.
The Washi considered the new feather who stood before him, summoned to the temple, though obviously not wanting to be there. The Haibane's hazel eyes were untrustful, darting around the temple grounds as if trying to assure himself that it was all real. The Washi cleared his throat to gain his attention.
"Haibane Fune." The Washi held out his closed hand, something small held within. The Haibane Fune looked at it, dubiously. "Take it." The Washi ordered, impatiently. "It belongs to you, now." With this, Fune reached out and took what the Washi was offering.
A small blade, its handle painted and carved with red feathers.
END OF PART 9
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When I started writing this fanfic, it was the end of Winter, going into Spring, here in Adelaide. There really aren't any cold winters here, not the kind as shown in Haibane Renmei.... There never is any snow (though we do get some pathetic flakes on top of the nearby Mount Lofty).
But there are Summers. Really horrible ones. The hottest day I have ever experienced in my life occured earlier this year (February.... 44.3c, followed by a day that was 43c, don't ask me what that is in fahrenheit) and that is one of the reasons why I chose to set this story in the middle of Summer in Glie.
Now it is November, and the weather in these past two chapters is mirroring the local weather in Adelaide. Not as humid, mind you, but we're in the season for thunderstorms. I like thunderstorms. I find them relaxing, for some odd reason.... I tend to doze off during them, especially if they arrive in mid-afternoon or at night. Must be something I inherited from my father, since he slept through the Adelaide earthquake of 1952(?), the biggest natural disaster this city has ever gone through. :)
The next chapter: no weddings and a funeral. :)
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FEATHER 1.0: 1st-4th November 2004