[writing] Tourbillon progris riport, day 28

Today’s wordage: 3,800
Today’s writing time: 2 hours
Total wordage: 105,300
Total writing time: 62 hours


The woman who stepped out of the jungle along one of the Correct People’s paths was very strange in appearance. Over six feet tall, thin as a boy, with skin the color of burnished teak, her long face was regal, almost mannish. She wore swirling robes of deep burgundy, brown and maroon, layered in some complex fashion that kept Paolina’s eye sliding from a real sense of the color and lines of the clothing. The newcomer’s wrists were covered in copper bracelets almost to the point of being armored by them. Her neck was crowded with similar decoration. White dots spread across her face – some theatre paint or makeup – and a cowrie shell had been somehow affixed just to the outside corner of each eye, so she seemed to see in several directions at once.