Another journal

Written during my month of writing.  You can find all the sections here.

Emily had never been on a long trip before and began to feel overwhelmed as soon as she found out that she was leaving for the Sidhe in a little over a week.

“Though really, shouldn’t I mount my steed and be off with the sunset, carrying nought but a cloak, knife, knapsack of vittles and your well-wishes for a shield?” Emily was going over a to-do list at the kitchen island, watching Janice make iced tea from a powdered mix. Her aunt, for someone who drank instant, was very picky about her drink. The result was half the counter covered in jars and measuring utensils, looking like an alchemist’s worktable.

Janice levelled a spoon of brown sugar, softly packing it down. As she tapped it into a small bowl, she glanced up at Emily. “Don’t be crude.”

“Crude?”

“Vittles. Who the hell says ‘vittles’? We’re faeries, not cowboys.” Pushing hair from her face with the back of her hand, Janice turned to the white sugar and began measuring it out.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.