I gotta go but I’ll be back soon hopefully
Haly chucked the burnt marshmallows out the window, but when she glanced back, they weren’t there anymore. “Seriously?” She yelled. “Now?”
Bored out of her skin, she fell into the Belowplace, comforted to see her small violet circle of light around her feet, and walked down the hall aimlessly.
A door made of wood with white paint splatters, a door woven with jungle vines, a door that shimmered like a sunset (it didn’t look corporeal either)… with each successive door Haly felt herself relax more. Some people stargazed. She doorgazed.
…until her feet involuntarily stopped. Air stopped flowing. Everything stopped.
That door… the one made of rock, with a design comprised of four triangles. It was perfect. Haly reached out, hesitated, and traced two sides of the largest, innermost triangle.
All she could hear was the pump of her heart. This door… this is the one.
A chill tremored through her back, but it traveled the wrong way—up—and felt cold and minty.
Behind this door is everything I’ve ever wanted.
But can I give up everything I’ve already found?
Haly was afraid she knew the answer.
I have to tell TAAron.
OOO
Haly rushed down the hallway. She wasn’t sure at all which part of the clinic she’d popped out of.
Here’s the library… oh good. I think it’s this way… hi, marshmallow. D55.Perfect.
Haly knocked. Then knocked again, then walked through the door anxiously.
The room was full to the brim of scholarly-looking things and other such items of interest—Haly had been looking for a copy of that book for months—but TAAron wasn’t there.
She cocked her head. “Hello?”
She should just go. They’d be fine, and if they noticed her absence, they’d assume she was off frolicking somewhere. Which she would be.
But some innate sense told her something was wrong. She told herself that was silly—TAAron had been hungry, she remembered, and had probably discovered a stockpile of sustenance—but despite her logical conclusions her head believed, her Harmony continually yelled differently.
Harmonies were annoying sometimes.
“Fine!” She yelled, throwing up her hands. “Fine. I’ll go find him and prove you wrong. THEN maybe you’ll shut up every once in a while so I can get on with my life.”
Her wind chime flew from the room in a hundred different directions, off to sweep the clinic.