Writer of things a little bit weird, a little bit true. Learning to dance in the rain. Psychology and philosophy graduate - you have been warned. (she/her)
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ALT Reads: The cold months after Persie’s birthday passed by slowly on Trewa, the days and weeks merging into one. Finally, the day that had kept her going through the slow and quiet months, arrived: Beltane. The start of summer and the day of Trewa’s famous raft race. It was the only time of year that Trewa got proper visitors, for entertainment rather than just for boats that came to sell tech from the old world – cables to help them keep the turbines going or supplies to repair the community buildings, in exchange for food, wool, or for recharging portable batteries. Most of the boat-dwellers spoke funny or wore strange clothes, but Persie found them fascinating. Like they were part of a different world. One day, she hoped to visit other places in the archipelago, but Pa had always said the passage was too dangerous since the Rise – storms were frequent and only the sturdiest of boats could cope with it. Definitely not a task for Scully. She’d need a boat like Ifrinn of the Waves.
ALT Rafts on the sea in the distance with grey cloudy skies
