Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-31986068-20160429231407/@comment-26510374-20180427234213

prepare for like at least 2 chapters of good ol' bettles lodge sksksks

After dinner, Sparrow excused herself to religiously check what she had packed for the trip more quickly than Rain could, so she was now forced to clear the table, even though she had done it last night and thought being made to do it again was extremely unfair. Brendan retreated into some other room in the house. That night, Rain had a dream. She could not see herself, and was only able to see straight ahead in a snowy landscape, where a circle of tall, sharp, triangular rocks laid in the ground, still and silent. Rain moved towards it, but before reaching the circle, everything disappeared into blackness. and she saw a flash of something that looked like a pig. And then she awoke. Rain did not say anything, still feeling exhausted and disappointed at the dream. She rolled over with the blankets in her bed, drifting off to sleep again. Her subconscious fell silent for the rest of the night. Rain and Sparrow were both unceremoniously shaken awake by Brendan early in the morning. They grabbed their things, shut down all power in the house, and piled into the car, which was abandoned for most of the year, except for hunting trips. Sparrow was somehow unconscious within the first hour of driving. Rain didn’t have the same luck. She ate some jerky and occasionally scribbled out poor doodles of yield signs along the road in a sketchbook. After getting tired of both activities, Rain resorted to poking Sparrow for entertainment. At some point, she fell asleep and was later woken by Brendan. The car had stopped moving. “Here we are,” said Brendan. “Gates of the Arctic?” Half-asleep, Sparrow looked around hopefully. “No. Bettles Lodge.”