บท 84: Chapter 84: Tulip

My fault or not, I needed answers. And there was only one person in my life who could give them to me. The trouble was, I didn't know if Tulip was even talking to me anymore after what happened earlier that day. I still couldn't believe how crazy my life had become-again-in such a short period of time, but there was nothing to be done about it.

Instead, I spun on Mafdel, grasped her hand and, grim, pulled her between realms and into the Repository. It welcomed me with a rush of colors, scents, tastes and sensations. Red over gold over blue run through with yellow. Cinnamon, roses, fresh turned earth, dust. And cold, hot, goosebumpy trails of whispered breath stinging with the tiny pinpricks of wind-tossed sand. The archive almost sucked me in before it hiccupped an apology and spit me out again.