Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-31986068-20160429231407/@comment-26510374-20180427024520

kinda, i have the draft doc. on my computer and im basically slowly going along, removing paragraphs, and replacing them ig

p.s. me: goes to look at a pic of the ring that rain's ring is based off of and gets sucked into a realm of hypnotically beautiful curved rings plz help

anyway more story

Rain Yeil was a relatively simple, relatively fourteen-year-old girl. Her father, whom she never called “Dad” but by his first name, “Brendan,” for unknown reasons, told her stories about talking animals, insisted on homeschooling instead of public education, and frequently took her and her sister, Sparrow, on hunting trips in bear country, but the quirkiness ended there. There was also the matter of how Brendan couldn’t remember their exact birthdates and assigned them both a random day on the calendar for celebration, but Rain was used to that. She treated April 7th as her birthday, even though it wasn’t really, and that was that. On this particular evening, Rain had fled from dinner duties and was now perched atop a large rock several yards away from her family’s house, which was made of logs and sat in the outskirts of Fairbanks. Rain often wondered how Brendan was permitted to live where they did, but never asked. The sunset was pleasing. Rain enjoyed sunsets, especially in the summertime, when, after a day of absorbing unwanted heat through her long, black hair, she was very glad to see the sun go. It was November, now, and winter weather was rapidly advancing upon the land. Tomorrow, Rain, Sparrow, and Brendan would be going to Bettles, stay there for a few days, and then take a plane to Gates of the Arctic for a “grand tour of the outdoors,” as Brendan put it, and though he never mentioned what they were going to do there, Rain was absolutely certain that hunting was involved. Involuntarily, she glanced down at her emerald ring on her left hand’s index finger and very quickly ran another finger along the slim silver band’s path, which curved sharply into a V-shape. Along the V-shape were three small, pear-shaped emeralds. Rain always wore the ring so that the V was upside down, because she liked how it looked like a mountain.