[ The Girl's Long Nights ]

[ℍ𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕚]

16 October 2021

Second night.

I sat quietly facing my journal. It’s remains empty for now, pages waiting to be filled with today’s activities but is being delayed by me. What do I write? For starters, the fact that we landed into another world and are amongst people who are clearly ten bloody times healthier than us is doing feats that we normally see in movies and shows, have yet to set it. But I’m convinced.

I’m going to die. Not that that matters, we’ve killed two as it is, a life exchange is only normal.

Probably should hit the church tomorrow morning again.



I turned to Andrea, eyes briefly stopping to stare at the bag of wool and all sorts of materials. ‘Well, at least something feels like home,’ I mused internally. We probably won’t be getting raw materials THIS cheap, and that’s one of the benefits being here… I suppose. But secondary products still sell better, and that’s where Drea seem to excel far better than myself. We sold three hats for a basic wage of 6 copper, which is what I understand from Peter. But what I’ve learnt is probably weather awareness. It’s not summer, so it’s not going to be entirely hot, so the need for hats is probably less.



Winter is arriving, soon, if this is autumn- what do people need? Stay warm? Firewood? Heat? I don’t know.



I give up.

Looking towards Drea now, I stared blankly at her. “What are we going to do tomorrow?”

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“What are we going to do tomorrow?”

Tucked under the sheets with my back against the wall, I look up from my own night's writing. "Hmm?" I click shut my pen cap and folds the letter I had been penning. 

"Well there a few things I can think of-..." my mouth quirks in thought, though my hands were still neatening up the area. "We could start with breakfast? I think there might be one more batch of pancakes." I grimace at the lack of sugar or jam on those damn things. We didn't even get butter or oil so it was a mess of scrubbed batter blobs scrapped from the pan.

"Maybe scrambled eggs would be better....god damn it I miss pepper and salt..and sugar..coffee, tea..." I rub my fingers against my nose bridge; a tic I get when I'm frustrated, "...fucking condiments, all the basics to cooking!" There is a taint of exasperation in my voice. As someone who never has had to worry about cooking something palatable, it was like an un-scratchable itch of annoyance and frustration. Good food calms the most burdened of souls, it's not difficult to do, but yet now so unattainable.

I sigh and gather myself. "That and finishing up the garden might be a start...there's also that wool-" I point to the poofy wool filled burlap sack resting in a corner of the room, "and also that baking position if we can get it". By this time I had started counting off fingers. 

"I've also been considering learning how to fight or something.. After seeing how much the guy's brought in, maybe adventuring IS the way to go" My eyebrows are furrowed as I say this. It is still a trouble ridden option.