The wolf groans, looking over at Helena. Then she groans in more annoyance and continues to lay there.
"What’s wrong sweetheart?" Helena asks. "Hungry? Tired? Bored?"
The wolf in question was currently lying on the ground, groaning out in annoyance. She’s face down in the living room, not moving, just laying. Whatever do you do?
Helena lies down next to Jo, curious. “Hello there, Johanna. A pleasure to have you on my floor.”
Don’t blame me! Blame iTunes! Putting mine on shuffle is a recipe for disaster…(Pumped up Kicks came up right after it soo)
Unfaithful by Rihanna
"I don’t wanna be a murderer."
“I’m still impressed by how well you’ve adapted to modern commodities and technology, Helena. Transportation, communication, clothing… you’re a fast learner, but it’s not like I expected any less from the great mind behind War of the Worlds or— now I’m just rambling, I’m sorry,” she said chuckling.
Myka’s lifelong admiration for H.G. Wells had only grown after meeting her. Even after the fallout, she had never stopped caring for Helena; never would.
“I’ll keep trying, maybe with practice, my meticulousness microchip will shut off for a little while, let me write freely. I can’t exactly tell you about the book I got, I’d be spoiling a part of mine. I can recommend you a few modern classics. You might find ‘Brave New World’ particularly fascinating. Oh, and Umberto Eco’s ‘The Name of the Rose’ is wonderful. ‘Cloud Atlas’ also paints a fascinating picture. Oh, and maybe ‘The Time Traveler’s Wife’… it’s different.”
"I still have much to learn, I assure you. And I always did prefer to wear pants. They are so much freer than dresses." She cleared her throat, glad that Myka couldn’t see the blush forming on her face.
"Tch, you can’t tease me with a book and then not give it to me," she teased. "But I shall look those up, though I have already read The Time Traveler’s Wife. I must confess I found it deeply fascinating, but of course it is incredibly impossible. The amount of energy he would have had to have in his body to physically project it from different times would have torn him apart."
Photo sequence of Saturn and the transits of four of its moons
Image credit: NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope
Myka smile’s widened and, realizing she had been quiet for a little while, she cleared her throat and spoke.
"I keep forgetting you can’t see me. I might have to teach you how to Skype… unless you already figured it out."
Admittedly, computers were more of Claudia’s thing, but it was nice seeing her family, specially now that Tracy had given birth. Still, she very much preferred books and letters to computers… the smell.
"I have been doing some free writing, but I find myself going back and forth fixing the typos or trying to make it sound better. The perfectionist in me," she laughed. "But I’ll try not to be so critical of my work, just write things. I actually bought a book last week for research. You might like it… Thank you."
"I’ve heard of it, but never used it," Helena replied. "I can certainly open a computer now," she teased, referencing the first time she’d seen one when HG had interrupted one of Myka’s artifact hunts.
"Trust me, you can be as critical as you’d like once you have a draft finished. What exactly did you pick up, darling? I’d be interested to take a look. Something to keep my mind occupied is always welcome." She shifted, eager to hear what Myka would tell her. True, there were plenty of books to catch up on, but it was always more fun to have recommendations.
"What did you just call me?"
"The same goes for you Helena." Leena smiled. "In the years I’ve been the innkeeper there hasn’t been a more interesting tenant."
Helena chuckled. “You flatter me. But I’ll take the compliment anyways. I’m most people who’ve been here aren’t over a century old.” She shook her head. “I think we are finished with the cookies though.” To which she took a bite out of the one that she was holding.
A wolf plops down on top of you when you're laying in your bed. The wolf looks like Jo, but is a bit bigger, and it's fur is a bit more polished. The puppy dog eyes the pup is giving you don't quite have the same glimmer that Johanna's do. Still, it could be an older Jo, or a younger Jo, or someone different altogether; someone a bit more dangerous than the resident lycan. Whatever do you do?
Helena raises an eyebrow. “Hello there. I do hope that you are a version of my daughter otherwise this is going to get awkward fast.”