Okay, uh... Hmm. No real notes on this chapter.
Oh, I know it's super short but there wasn't much content needed in this chapter. Next one will be longer, promise!
In the past 24 hours I have not gained ownership of anything.
May 7, 2030
Dear Diary,
I swear this is the last entry today. But Risa has some kind of ability I can only describe as artifact-y...
~~Sometime in the afternoon~~
Irisa and Claudia were on the road back into the badlands, and after about an hour of driving Claudia stopped the roller in a small cluster of trees and sat in the shade, scribbling in her diary.
Irisa yawned, rubbing at her eyes sleepily. She winced at a sharp pain in her wrist as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, but shook her head, ignoring the hurt. She had something much more interesting on her mind. "Mommy!" Risi called happily to Claudia, stepping out of the roller and approaching her mother.
"What's up tabby cat?" Claudia laughed and ruffled Irisa's hair, closing her diary.
"I had a dream and you were there!"
"What was I doing in your dream?"
"Singing a song and playing the guitar. You were singing that song you like to hum to me at night. What were the words? Um...
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind, where is my mind, where is my mind..." Irisa recited the beginning of the song in question. "You were in a little shop, it was dark and there was a light on just you, and you were smiling so much when you finished your song."
"That... Irisa how did you know that?" Claudia gaped slightly at her daughter.
"Know what? It was just a dream." Irisa cocked her head and blinked at her mom.
"No, no that happened. That was the day I really started to embrace my music. It was the last time I saw my friend Fargo too... How did you see that?" Claudia cupped Irisa's face gently in one hand, eyes searching for some kind of telling sign of artifact-y influence. There wasn't any.
"Momma, what's going on? How did I see it if it happened in the past?" Irisa shifted from foot to foot, getting uncomfortable in Claudia's searching gaze.
Claudia smiled at Irisa, as unsure as she was she didn't need Irisa to get upset. "I dunno, but I guess you're just extra special!" Claudia stood up, and with a grin downwards, said, "How about we get some lunch ready? I'm starving."
Irisa calmed down, still uneasy about having basically spied on her mother's memory but she shoved her discomfort aside. "Lunch, yes please! I feel like I haven't eaten in forever!" Food was considerably more important than whatever her dream memory thing meant.
"Let's make some sandwiches then, huh?" Claudia led Irisa back to their roller, but both of them were worried about Irisa's dream.
The red headed duo were concerned about what the future would bring, but they simply had no choice but to carry on for the moment.
~~End of day~~
What artifact whammied her? It reminds me of the zoetrope but that's buried under the ground. I'll have to wait and see I suppose...
~Claudia Donovan