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@this-is-not-an-alien

That was such a cool post! It seemed kind of dream-like, and was time going backward somehow? I hope they get out alright!

“I guess it’s the kinda feeling you get from connecting, like being loved and being able to love back. Like when you look at something beautiful like a sunset or the sun in rain and think Somebody musta made that just for everybody to enjoy and breathe in.”

WOW! That’s amazing!

@jasmine

It’s really cool how you give your characters their own flowers! I’ve never thought of that, it seems like it would be really fun to draw. When I draw my characters I just draw black and white.

Thank you! I finished the entire series by this time, it was awesome! I’d love to see some of your character art! Black and white is cool too, you get to use values a lot!

He seemed to be around Liorah’s age (sorry if I got that wrong)

At this point in the story, Liorah’s sixteen, and Ferran is barely eighteen, so he’s slightly older, but you were close! 😉

Oh my goodness, I always forget how immensely rude Ferran gets when he’s shy XD Reading it from Gwen’s perspective was hilarious!

Liorah

“We’ve met.” Gwen said, “about sixty seconds ago. He glared at me and I glared back. A very charming boy.”

I barely stifled a snicker, for Ferran’s sake. His only reply was shooting her a cold glare.

I rocked back on my heels, uncertain how to go about any of this. Ferran and Gwen clearly didn’t like each other. I decided that if I ignored the problem long enough, it would solve itself. Or maybe not. Ferran was hard to get to know under the best of circumstances. I never would have met him if he hadn’t almost broken Gav’s shoulder that one time.

Gwen stepped into the tunnel and promptly stumbled, then scampered in one direction, then the other.

“What–” I started.

“It’s moving,” Ferran said, shortly. He gestured for Azar to follow him and stepped into the tunnel after Gwen.

I tentatively tiptoed after him and immediately lost my balance and fell to my knees. The tunnel kept rolling, shifting under me. An extremely impolite word escaped me as I tried to get to my feet, only to fall again.

Ferran was somehow managing to stay on his feet without too much trouble. He offered me his hand and I gratefully took it. The extra help was just enough for me to get my feet under me. With some trial-and-error, I figured out how the tunnel was rolling and managed to stay on my feet.

I breathed a sigh of relief, then turned. The wall closed behind us, leaving us in complete darkness.

“Oh great. This is just perfect,” I spat.

Before anyone could reply, the light slowly became more and more, until it was dim, but not dark anymore. The light was coming from the opposite end of the tunnel.

“Now what?” I asked, in general.

Ferran raised his eyebrows and nodded toward the source of the light.

“I know that, but how do we get there? I don’t know about you, but I’m not getting ahead,” I said.

Something smacked against my legs and I grabbed at my sword, expecting some kind of monster. Instead of a monster, there was only Azar’s perky ears and swishing tail.

“You scared me, you silly,” I said, affectionately. Then I frowned. I was sure she had been with Ferran a minute ago.

Sure enough, she scampered back to him, then on to Gwen. She had decided that she hadn’t greeted her properly and set off to do so immediately. I had no idea how Ferran had ever ended up with that dog, I had never seen a greater clash of personalities.

“Look at Azar,” I said, my voice echoing through the long metal tube.

She was zigzagging, letting the tunnel carry her one way, then running in the opposite direction and repeating the process.

Ferran immediately saw what I meant and attempted it. It was a lot harder for us than for Azar, but I thought I was getting ahead. Maybe.

The tunnel seemed endless, so I focused on Gwen, trying to reach her. Azar had by this time and was happily squirming around Gwen’s feet in endless excited circles.

“That’s the worst guard dog I’ve ever seen,” I said, half laughing.

“I know,” Ferran said, resignedly. “She isn’t very intimidating, is she?”

I snickered as Azar bounded back toward us in graceless frolics. She circled behind us, trying to herd us forward.

“Do I look like a sheep to you?” I asked, indignantly.