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fandomtownies2014-08-07 02:50 pm
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Around Town, At Dusk, Thursday
It began as night began to set in.
The sky was particularly impressive this evening as the sun wound its way down towards the horizon. Streaks of orange and pink chased off the blue, looking almost as if an artist had painted them straight across the sky.
With the color came a strange and wonderful scent: of sugar and cotton candy, drifting idly on the wind. Yet the smell managed to permeate every corner of the island, filling the air itself-- building to a strange pressure.
As darkness began to set, that pressure made itself more noticeable as dark clouds crossed the sky. There was a crackle, then, of thunder, and a flare of light. Then another, and a third, and then the rain set in, hammering down on the rooftops. A simple, none-too-dramatic thunderstorm, yes.
But the smell of cotton candy remained, even after the rain had passed.
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The sky was particularly impressive this evening as the sun wound its way down towards the horizon. Streaks of orange and pink chased off the blue, looking almost as if an artist had painted them straight across the sky.
With the color came a strange and wonderful scent: of sugar and cotton candy, drifting idly on the wind. Yet the smell managed to permeate every corner of the island, filling the air itself-- building to a strange pressure.
As darkness began to set, that pressure made itself more noticeable as dark clouds crossed the sky. There was a crackle, then, of thunder, and a flare of light. Then another, and a third, and then the rain set in, hammering down on the rooftops. A simple, none-too-dramatic thunderstorm, yes.
But the smell of cotton candy remained, even after the rain had passed.
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Well, the good thing about being so familiar with Fandom's streets -- and accustomed to getting caught outside in inclement weather -- was that she didn't have any trouble finding some sheltered corner where she could wait out the worst of the storm, already philosophically resigned to being drenched. She could even watch the rain and the lightning with a fair amount of interest, humming and occasionally singing fragments of songs in her broken voice as she did.
It wasn't until the downpour had subsided and she resumed her (now rather squelchy) walk home that she noticed the cotton candy scent.
"How do you like that!" she burst out, laughing and sniffing curiously at the air. "That's funny, it is. But that's the case for most things around this place, so funny it might be, but it's nice, too."
With that she was back on her way, stopping every now and then to inhale the sugary scent.