It was morning, and Ghost was up to his favorite hobby.
The temperature dropped suddenly in the night. Avalon was setting a new low temperature record. Even Charles and Veronica, who were very good at keeping each other warm, were starting to feel it.
Sky had been out late with Leah again, but she slept poorly. She felt like her insides were tying themselves into knots. There was no point to trying to sleep longer, so she might as well take the opportunity to paint the sunrise.
“This frost chills all the way to my bones!” Veronica growled a she got up, also earlier than she had intended.
“Well, you *are* getting older,” Charles pointed out. “You bones probably chill a lot easier than they used to.” His eyes twinkled as he said it. Charles never really felt the cold himself.
“I am NOT getting older!” Veronica declared. “I can take on anything I could when I was 20. I dare you to let me prove it to yoouuueerrg.” The last word was hard to make out over the chattering of her teeth.
Then something unexpected happened. Veronica stopped shivering. In fact, she stopped moving altogether.
“What the–” she said in a strained voice.
KEEE-RUNK! Over she fell, landing on the frost-hardened ground with a thunk.
“Are you all right?” Charles asked. “Did you freeze up?”
“Will you hush up and get something to warm me up with??”
Charles smiled blandly and went to get a hair dryer.
“That did not happen,” Veronica said when she could get to her feet. “We may have to rethink our sleeping arrangement.”
Sky, watching from the garden, couldn’t help but giggle. But when she tried, it suddenly turned into a gag. She felt terrible.
Almost as if — but that was impossible. Impossible!
Couple of short posts lined up because I didn’t really want to mix up the different moods.
HOPEFULLY they’ll be out quickly.