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No doubt in my mind Nounou would join the fight if he could.
Deathly Cold
I can’t see the time flying by when I’m on the rink, so before I know it, it’s dark and the temperatures are absolutely freezing. I find the nearest spot to warm up and I intend to stick to it.
About the time I can finally feel the tip of my fingers again, I get a visit from a hooded figure I’m familiar with. I’m too cold to be afraid, but he looks tired.
“Don’t sweat it,” he tells me. “You’re good. You did well to find fire, though, I didn’t feel like doing this whole thing for a fourth time today. And in the same park, too.”
“A fourth time?”
“Yeaaaaaah, it’s a cold day, and they weren’t careful. Anyway, don’t stay there too late. I’m off the clock.”
And with a faint cloud of dark smoke, he disappears.
I wait until the blood goes back to the tip of my nose, and then I take his advice, and I get the heck out of the snow.
The Treasure Room
Here we go! The treasure room is there, right through this last gate, under the towering statue of the omiscan llama god.
The treasure chest awaits.
But first, I stop to examine this colossal statue. The Windenburg museum will, for sure, be happy to get all the details I can gather about it, and the historical data I learn from it.
Finally, I open the chest — and all my efforts get rewarded. There’s a complete, fully assembled golden relic in it. All there is to do left is insert a crystal into it — that’ll have to wait until we get back to the bungalow. I am eager to find out what it does, but according to my research, this is Balampalsoh’s Watcher relic!
And wait — there’s more… A wooden relic!
I still have the base Cléo and I unearthed the day before — it’s meant to be! Right here and right then, I assemble the two halves.
I know the ritual by now, but this golden light always fills me with unparalleled excitement. Of course, I’ll also have to wait to give this relic a crystal, but in the meantime…
Totecallama’s Watcher Relic, here we go!
The Green Room
Cléo and I divide tasks, or at least I pretend so. At this point I’m not looking for the common relics and artifacts that litter the tiles of the temple. I’ m after the treasure chests, and the true mysteries they hide within. They’re my subjects of study, now.
But Cléo is thrilled to have a task, and I’m happy to share this with her. I also look forward to her debriefing me on her findings. Maybe I’ll even teach her to tell the real from the fake, or how to roughly date an item…
In the meantime, I sneak into a green-lit room, again hidden away at first sight, and I start examining a new mechanism.
I’d rather not know what happens if you try to walk through these doors.
There’s a second gloomy-lit room on the other side of this hall, but it gives no satisfying information.
This is the one! I activate it, and get attacked by no darts. From the main hall, I hear the sound of the door’s defenses being deactivated. One more victory for the Stewarts team!
Pride
Cleo is the first to head to the Pride march, in her adorable little rainbow top and hat. She’s meeting school friends there, because one of the three of us had to be a social butterfly, and it sure as heck wasn’t Cyril or me.
Mom and Dad are staying home. They said “we’re too old to do this now, honey”. So their plan is staying home drinking cosmos.
I have to admit, their plans don’t look too bad either.
They might even be happy to be rid of us for the day. I feel like this is going to be quite the flirtatious day for them.
All ready for Pride! I went all out. I don’t go all out for any occasion. But this a special day for the twins, and I’ll be spending it with them, so it’s a special day for me.
So all the colors of the rainbow go on my clothes.
Cyril is living the rainbow in spirit, too. He even agreed to go outside without his usual fifteen layers of sunscreen. He ain’t living without the cap and the sunglasses though.
I did manage to get a hold of his cap and put it on backward.
Cleo’s the first to get back in the late afternoon. We all had a great time at the March, with the music and the dancing, and the friendly crowd. Cleo’s elated.
She isn’t elated for long, though. Or is she?
People have an interesting way of celebrating Pride Day around this neighborhood.
Pride Day Morning
Sun dawns on Newcrest, and Pride Day. We’re all up and active by 6AM, ready to celebrate all day.
By “all”, I mean, of course, all but Loladorada. She’s sleeping upstairs in my parents’ bedroom, probably grateful that dad’s snoring has stopped when he woke up.
For the occasion, mom makes pancakes soaked in syrup for us to attack. I’m still busy getting ready for the day, and by the time I finally reach the table, my siblings have already destroyed them, but you know. I still love them.
Mom also makes fresh smoothies.
Cleo is the first to get to the dining room, so she sets the table.
Look at them, not waiting for me.
I’m pretty sure it’s ultimately the smell of freshly baked food that wakes Loladorada up.
Rainy Afternoon
We’re halfway through summer already. The weather forecast says we can still expect the last remnants of a heatwave — but today the sky is gray, overcast, and going outside doesn’t really feel all that inviting. We’re looking forward for end-of-summer activities. We’re celebrating Pride Day soon, and we’ve decorated the house accordingly. It’s a whole plan!
Mom has exhumed some very old decorations from boxes upstairs. She says it’s almost as if she was seeing them for the first time; but now that she knows she’s there, she’s got a head full of ideas to give our home the seasonal makeovers she deserves.
Great-Grandma (who I usually call Gram for short), drops by in the early afternoon. She and Mom spend some time talking.
The twins make the most of the lazy day by watching an adventure movie together.
It’s Cleo’s turn to do the laundry chores. They’re a bit overdue, so she braces the humid heat to go and put it out to dry. Nounou is quite happy to drink from the puddles, for some reason only a cat could understand I guess.
Just as she’s headed outside for her daily run, a storm breaks out!
She’s a trooper though, and she still goes running.
Dad’s less of a trooper. He comes home from work to the thunderstorm and rushes inside.
RIP the laundry trying to dry on the clothesline.
I’m ready for Pride Day tomorrow.
Among Family
Hello there!
I’m Hannah. My mom probably told you all about me already, but you know how it is, with parents and children. She’s known me since before I was born, but she only knows what she sees of me.
With the recent celebration of my twentieth birthday, I officially became the reigning heir of the Stewarts family. Ha, I mean the family leader.
It’s a historical title more than anything. With Stewarts running around the whole region, from the cold Brindleton Bay piers to the Oasis Springs sandy dunes, this is a title that hasn’t meant a lot in a long time. I can hardly gather a whole family around for dinner now. I do inherit most of the family’s fortune, but it’s not like my many cousins are poor.
So what does it mean to be the fourteenth heir of such a huge family?
In my case, it means I was surrounded by family from the day I was born. I’ve been cradled and held by my grandmothers; I can have a chat with my great-grandma any day I want. My mother’s cousins are my aunts. So it’s no wonder family is important to me.
I’m close to my parents, even close to my younger siblings, the two mischevious twins. I remember the day they were born, and I love seeing them grow up. I want to help them grow up, and share everything I know and love with them. So I’m sticking around the family home in Newcrest, until they’re also old enough to move out on their own. The five of us, there’s not a single day that goes by when we’re not having a blast.
Confidence Solves Puzzles
Hannah gets back up after a minute. She’s still not feeling all too well, but she’s ready to get back to problem-solving. We flew, then hiked all this way to explore this temple, we’re not about to back down.
As she’s standing there, idle, a tarantula the size of my hand dives from the ceiling and lands on her shoulder.
She doesn’t panic — instead, in the split-second it takes me to gasp, she’s already reaching for her pocket, and pulls out a spider repellant.
One brave pshit, and there goes the tarantula.
I’m thoroughly impressed. A bit too much, maybe, as I don’t even notice the bright blue lights that have gathered around me.
These electric fireflies really hurt.
While I’m contemplating hoping back on the first plane back home, Hannah is now bursting with newfound confidence — because that’s apparently what surviving a hairy spider’s attack does to you. She gives the brass bowls another try.
And she succeeds! Well done, darling.
I look like hell, and everything hurts, but I’m happy she’s happy.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 