Having reached the second to last day of Baseball Theme Week, our writing today shall involve: angels.
I feel like I've left myself a lot of territory to cover in tomorrow's post, so there's a good chance it will be a long one for me. My story has not gone along with the plan I'd originally hatched while picking the baseball team names I'd use this week, which I think has made the whole thing more interesting for me.
Also: I think by this point it should be abundantly clear which team name we'll be finishing on tomorrow, so I hope that helps you plan your final two days of writing.
Had a mostly sunny morning here, which allowed for a good amount of weeding to get done. The thunder and lightning storms arrived this afternoon though, so Becky and I stuck close to the house after dinner while we cleaned garlic.
Might be more of that tomorrow morning, if the forecast is accurate.
In a room deep below the royal city three figures waited with growing impatience. Illuminated by a soft white light with no apparent source, the crowded space was filled with wooden crates stacked three or four tall, dust covered furniture, and a single stone pedestal which bore some resemblance to a bird bath.
Gathered around this last item, the three stood with their eyes locked on the still, silvery liquid contained in its bowl. Two females and a male, they wore tattered white robes that ended just below their knees in ragged, singed lines. Black smoke curled around their legs and arms but did not dissipate.
This was not the agreement. The words were more breathed than spoken by the male.
The two females nodded in solemn unison. Somewhere far above a door groaned open before slamming closed again with enough force to knock dirt off the walls.
There will be consequences.
Silence returned as they continued their study of the liquid. Another hour passed before one of the females raised her gaze to the wooden door at the far end of the room.
He comes at last.
The others could hear faint footsteps not long afterward and soon the door swung inward, allowing a heavyset man in coarse brown robes to enter.
Padre Diego, a voice sighed. We have much to discuss.