Tuesday felt weird. Since. She was an in this moment sort of gal. But. Here she was. In her room, fed and watered. Note on the door. Because it was Rit Time.
Tuesday frowns and blows a raspberry.
They were needed, essential. She water-gunned peoples who didn't Rit. So. Lead By Example!
But. She wanted to do stuff today.
Merrr. She needed to take some time and work on her stuff. Since. All Day Long.
Blargh!
Sigh. Focus. Breathe. In. Out. The Imago building, the glyph-work expanding, as the notes in High escape her lips. Weft and weave and notes and song. Fundamental to her herness. Easily the strands of Fate lend themselves to her security blanket Shield.
But (after a brake to more food and water, and also potty because she's a people who has bladder) The delicate lattice work needed for Fate lenses, fails to impress. Sure it's there, but practice and knowledge make it clear that it's not gonna last. Which means. More Rit Time....
....tomorrow.
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