Previous- https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1324403954/ First- https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1323974234/ Next- I've started posting on writing websites instead :) Honeyfeed- https://www.honeyfeed.fm/novels/30914 Royal Road- https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/170544/my-life-when-the-world-sleeps I FINALLY FOUND OUT WHAT WAS FLAGGING THE DETECTOR! Originally I detailed which of Fern's fingers had two rings, but that made the detector yell at me :P who wants to draw me a thumbnail~
“Um… Fern?” “Yeh?” “These are not dragons.” I stare down at the ball of fluff purring in my arms. “Yeh it is.” “No. Fern… this is a cat.” “Are you crazy?” she gasps, her jaw hitting the floor. “These are not cats. These are way too harmless and furry to be cats. These are dragons.” “HUH? THEN WHAT’S A CAT?” “You wouldn’t believe it. They’re these giant, scary things…” Fern begins her explanation, complete with grand arm-sweeps, which I am not listening to because an old lady just rounded the corner. “Oh, hello, Fern,” she says. She sounds like a great-grandma. “Who’s your friend?” “This is my friend! She has the same name as you!” Fern yells. “Oh! Hello, you must be named Soph. What a lovely coincidence!” the old woman smiles, her eyes crinkling at the edges, as she reaches out to shake my hand. “Uh… h-hi? I guess.” I feel like in a cartoon I would have giant sweat drops pouring down my face. This woman looks old. Like, old as in OLD. She looks like she’ll crumble into dust if I shake her hand too hard. No, if I sneeze too hard she’ll blow away. I shake her hand gingerly. She looks down at my hands. “An elf with no jewelry? Poor thing. Take this,” she says with a faint smile. “I wore it when I was only a little girl. It’s much too small for me now.” She pulls a ring off of her pinky finger. Woah- her hands are big compared to mine. “Do elves generally wear jewelry? I mean- in Summer Falls?” I ask. “What do you mean, child, of course they do,” the grandma named Soph chuckles. She lifts one of many necklaces off of her neck. That's a lot of jewelry. How does she stay upright? “Fern, haven’t you shown her the beautiful necklace your mother left you?” Fern looks away. “Grammaaaa I told you I don’t even like it.” “Are you at least wearing your rings?” “Rings!” she holds out her hands. There’s a silver ring gleaming on each of her hands. Three of her fingers have two rings instead of one. “Good,” Soph says with a smile. “I keep my rings here,” she pulls out a handful of necklaces, laden with silver rings. “They stopped fitting on my fingers.” She looks at my hand, realizing she’s still holding the ring. It looks different than the other ones. This one is larger and has a pretty gemstone set into it. “You don’t have any rings on,” she muses. “Do you have a different tradition where you’re from? Or are you an outcast?” “Um. Why do you wear so many rings?” “It’s a tradition in Summer Falls,” Soph says. “We receive a ring on our birthday.” Soph smiles. “Of course, I now get my rings straight from the blacksmith.” “Grammaaaa stop bugging Soph and let her cuddle the dragons,” Fern whines. And then she looks at me and goes, “take the ring. It’s rude to leave an elder waiting like that.” “Oh! Uh. Sorry?” I take the ring and slide it on my finger. It fits perfectly. “Oh! We should go to the bakery and get bread!” Fern yelps before I have a chance to cuddle the cats- sorry, dragons- again. “Let’s go, Soph!” “Uh, wait a mo-” she grabs my hand and drags me out of the barn. “Let’s go, Soph! You NEED to try Miss Fae’s sunberry rolls!” “Oka-” “AH Soph, look, the blacksmith put a new necklace on display! It would look so good on you!” She runs over to the blacksmith, letting go of my hand, leaving me to faceplant.
