Letters from Camp

I totally didn’t forget to do any of these the last several days … ;>>  I’ve been making good progress, though. After each writing session I keep closing everything down before remembering to do an excerpt (or sometimes I even forgot to update my count on the website, ugh).

Word Count: 15388 / 20000


The scribe actually stopped thumping around. He turned his glowing green gaze upon Eral, and though his face was gnarled and tough to read, he was like an amused grandfather with a young child. “I am the scribe,” he confirmed in his creaky voice. “And I will inscribe things. The spell will help me, young one. Have the patience not to fade away from boredom, if you can.”

“I’m not gonna fade!” Eral shot back. “I’m just not big on waiting around for someone after they already zapped me away without so much as a ‘pardon me’!”

The treant bobbed his head to the side in acknowledgement. “Pardon me,” he said, before getting right back to his spell preparations.

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