DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
1 June 2024
“Was… was that really Princess Aurora?”
For the longest moment, Phillip stared at him, unimpressed. “She looks more like your mom than you do, Isaac.”
I got quite a bit of planning done this day, but by the time I was writing, I was already falling asleep. Fortunately, starting the week after, I am coming in an hour later, since training is done, and that should help me be a bit more rested.
Isaac was still in a daze when Phillip came down a few minutes later. The large boy helped him up. “C’mon. Let’s set up camp for the night, at least.”
It wasn’t long before they had a makeshift tent set up and a couple of squirrels roasting over a fire at the edge of the clearing. While they waited, Isaac finally spoke. “Was… was that really Princess Aurora?”
For the longest moment, Phillip stared at him, unimpressed. “She looks more like your mom than you do, Isaac.”
“I mean, sure, but…” What was he even trying to say? “She’s… not what I was expecting.”
Phillip raised an eyebrow. “And what was that?”