Hey, remember that one time I said something along the lines of "Oi! The next chapter will just sorta pop out in a week or so!"? Remember? Yeah, well, that was going to happen, but then there were things. I will not elaborate on the things, but they were definitely were there, and they kept me from doing what I should have been doing: producing pony literature.
With much love to you patient people, I give a tidbit.
“Do you know what we need here, Wing Commander?”
“N-No, My Lord.”
“Music.” Claws snapped in the night, and Wing Commander Sho’ani suddenly found herself on her hind legs, gripping a violin between her dark, perforated hooves. “Play for your soldiers, Commander.”
Eyo! I am alive and well, but, due to computer problems, vacation, and more computer problems, the next few chapters of Xenophobia have been a bit slow in production.
I set a choice before you, now: A. I post what I have--which is actually quite a bit, with a workable ending for the chapter--and bring you the what's left of my current updating orgasm in due time.
Changelings buzzed frantically around the courthouse—over, around, through—in a sporadic, black orbit. They perched on trellis and bulwark and ledge, flitting about in eager, swelling anticipation.