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I finally sat down and told myself “Stop procrastinating, or you’ll never feel like doing this ever again.” and decided I’m going to write a part here. It’s been ages since I’ve posted!
All of this is off the top of my head and completely unrevised, and I haven’t looked over my notes on this story for a while, so if anything is inaccurate or doesn’t make sense, feel free to say something. In fact, please do, so I can fix it.

Alright, let’s see if this works.

 

Wes pulled his jacket a little tighter around him to keep out the cold, sighing.

Winter was getting close again, and nature seemed determined to prove it. The sky had remained gray and cloudy for the past few days, with a constant chilling wind.

“If only we were living someplace warmer,” Wes muttered to himself. “Then we’d have longer summers and a better chance of growing food. Probably more animals, too.”

He reluctantly brought his notebook out of his bag, almost wishing he’d picked a warmer day to be out. But the Sparrow project was important, and he wasn’t about to pass up the chance.

Wes watched as the sun rose over the rooftops. Nearly six o’clock. People would be waking up soon, if they hadn’t already. If he headed to the center of the ninth sector now, he could probably catch a lot of people as they headed off for the day.

It could be perfect.

He adjusted his fingerless gloves and started off.

Callia Raymi sat on the rooftop of the Quill’s base in the ninth sector. She came every morning, because it was the perfect spot to see the sun come up.

Besides, a little quiet was nice compared to the busy streets of the afternoon.

Callia loved people, but everyone needed alone time once in a while, and as a reporter for the Quill, she didn’t get a lot of it.

“You know, every morning the sunrise is different,” Callia said to herself. “It never looks the same, just like, well, everything in nature. So unique. . .” She sighed fondly, then laughed. “I mean, of course I know that! Sometimes I forget I’m talking to myself.”

She stood up, brushing a bit of dust off her white tunic.

“Well, Callia,” she murmured. “It’s about time to start, isn’t it? I have to get through this entire sector by seven thirty today, so I can take the afternoon off.”

She climbed carefully to the edge of the building and down the ladder, her satchel thumping against her side.

“Ready, Callia?” She asked herself. “Remember, like everything in nature, today will be different.”