Zeitgeist Shadows

(Apologies to those whose characters I have used without permission. This appears to be becoming a bad habit of mine; I really should stop it.)

2006

London
"Visitors are always welcome," Caragh's voice came cheerily over the phone. "Will you be wishing access to the moonbridge, or will you travel by mundane means?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'll get the tr..." And then Katrina's thoughts caught up with her unthinking response, and she reconsidered. "Actually, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, would Uncle Keston mind if I used the moonbridge?"

"I'm sure that'll be fine. I'll let Robin know - that's my husband, he's Warder - and you can just come on in."

( Small decisions have long shadows. )

Katrina sits crosslegged in a little wooded hollow. In front of her is a school jotter, pages filled with scrawlings, crossings-out and corrections. Tears show that whole pages have occasionally been ripped out. She is still shaking her head in dissatisfaction as she finishes writing out neatly at the back the verses that have made the cut.

She closes the jotter, smooths the top cover down, and places the pen neatly on top. She sighs, rests her chin on her hands, and closes her eyes. Her lips move silently, as though she is addressing someone.

( Dear Gaia... )

(Where 'popular' means 'castorlion')

There is a small prize for working out, if I'd added an extra verse, what its rhyme scheme would have been.

( Katrina's RoP Tale )