1.37 Eden

Dandelion had never celebrated Love Day before. But he’d enjoyed his newfound holiday celebrations in the last year, and he was determined to get Cordelia’s mind off of whatever she’d experienced in Forgotten Hollow. She hadn’t been herself since getting back. Not that he could blame her.

It had been a busy morning, but he made it back to the house just in time, right when Cordelia came out to the balcony. He watched her as she scanned her surrounding sleepily, probably looking for him. She noticed the handmade decorations before spotting him.

The soft smile on her face told the elf that getting up extra early to decorate had absolutely been worth it. Cordelia didn’t smile an awful lot these days.

“Dandy?” She called out to him once she noticed him on the ground. “Did you make all this?”

“I did,” he confirmed with a grin. “But there’s more. Come down here!”

She disappeared in the house briefly before emerging on the stairs.

“Did you do all this while I was sleeping?” She gestured to the paper hearts on the balcony and fences. “Must have taken you ages…”

“It’s no big deal.” The elf shrugged sheepishly. “Don’t you remember Spooky Day? You carved out those pumpkins when I was sleeping. My turn to surprise you with decorations this time.”

“I decorated on a much smaller scale.” Cordelia chuckled, joining him on the ground. “What’s with the bikes?”

“Well, one’s for you. A present.” He explained. “Happy Love Day!”

“Dandy! A card would have been fine!” Her tone was scolding, but her eyes were still warm. So she had to like the bike, the elf assessed. “People don’t give each other huge presents like this on Love Day…”

“Maybe not,” he didn’t let her deter him. “But I didn’t give you anything for Winterfest. Still bugs me. So I had to make up for that. I thought we could go on a little picnic?”

“I told you it was fine you didn’t get me anything.” The girl shook her head. “But thank you. And a picnic sounds nice. If I can remember how to ride this thing, I haven’t sat on a bike since I was a kid…”

“It doesn’t seem too difficult.” He tried to encourage her.

“Wait, have you never ridden a bike?” Cordelia asked as he climbed on. She seemed surprised.

“Of course I have, how do you think I got these here?” He pointed out.

“But, I meant-“

“I’m a quick learner.” He told her. It was so like Cordelia to focus on the wrong things. Or wrong people. Dandelion pushed the thought aside. “There’s a nice spot close by. It’s walkable, really, but will be quicker on the bike…”

So maybe he was a little wobbly. And maybe he couldn’t exactly keep the bike straight. But he didn’t fall off, and Eden wasn’t far.

Cordelia soon overtook him. As per usual, she’d underestimated her abilities. She could be silly like that sometimes… The elf stopped in his tracks when he saw her break suddenly. She dismounted her bike, staring at something before her.

“We’re not there yet,” he yelled, trying to catch up.

Cordelia didn’t reply.

Dandelion stepped off his bike “I guess we could walk from here. What’s up?”

She finally looked at him. “This mushroom circle… has that always been here?”

It was one of those times when she got stuck on something for some inexplicable reason. Dandelion still wasn’t sure how to deal with those.

“I guess? Not a mushroom fan, are you?” He tried to pinpoint the issue. “Me either. Weird texture. I think most fae tend to like them, so it’s probably just me…” He went on, hoping to distract her, to find that smile on her face again.

It didn’t seem to work. Why was she looking at him so suspiciously?

“Most fae like mushrooms.” Cordelia repeated quietly. “I guess I knew that. Did I ever tell you that when I first came across the sprites, it was in a mushroom circle like this one?”

“No. But I guess that makes sense.” The elf frowned. The sprites were a topic he hoped to avoid today. They’d always upset her, and had been sad enough as it was these days…

“Dandy…” She paused and studied his face. “When I first got here after Forgotten Hollow, the sprites were with you. I’ve barely seen them since. Is there something you know about the sprites that you haven’t told me?”

This was most definitely not how Dandelion envisaged today going. He was so terrible at keeping secrets. And now Cordie seemed to think he was hiding something nefarious from her…

“I don’t know anything about the sprites, other than that they’re fae, and that they like and dislike different things – which I know from you!” He blurted out, hoping she’d know he spoke the truth.

“Then why does it feel like you’re hiding something?” Cordelia asked.

Because I am, but it’s not what you think, the elf thought. Best he could do was come clean, and hope she would believe him.

“I don’t know any big mysteries.” He looked into her eyes. “Didn’t know anything about your sprites till you brought them to Sylvan Glade, honestly. But I think they like me. They listen to me sometimes. You know I used to get them to come here sometimes instead of them following you. So now that you’re here… well, I try to get them to stay away from you when I can. Because I know how they make you feel… and I don’t want you to feel that way.”

Which is exactly why I got them to stay away today, but here we are, talking about them anyway, he thought to himself.

“Oh.” She stared at him for a moment. But then she composed herself. “I’m sorry, Dandy. I’m being a jerk. Some Love Day company I am… Let’s just… go get our picnic set up. Did you say we’re not far?”

Relief washed over Dandelion. “Yeah, that’s right.” He smiled. “We’re going to Eden.”


“I didn’t come up with the name.” The elf told her. But he didn’t think bringing up Lulu was a good idea, so he decided not to elaborate. “It’s just there, behind the big tree.”

“Woah. That’s a lot of butterflies!” Cordelia exclaimed at the sight of the scenery unfolding before them.

Butterflies. Dandelion grew stiff for a moment. He hadn’t thought about that. Did butterflies remind her of the sprites?

But it seemed his worries were unfounded, as the girl walked towards the garden with a grin on her face.

“I can’t believe this has been here in Sylvan Glade this whole time, and you haven’t told me!” She marvelled. “What are those glowing trees at the back?”

“Well, those trees are actually a part of the reason we’re here,” Dandelion admitted. “Not Love Day related, exactly, but I need a few of those fruits.”

“Oh?” Cordelia followed him as he crossed the bridge into the garden.

“Could use a bit more water.” The elf observed. He picked up an old watering can and filled it up from the small stream bubbling below the bridge.

Cordelia came closer, studying the glowing trees. “I’ve seen one of these before, in your garden.” She remembered. “But you don’t always have them.”

“No, I don’t.” He nodded.

Apparently, his answer didn’t satisfy her curiosity. “What are they?”

“The fruit – and the tree, I guess – is called growfruit.” He said, pleased at her interest in the garden.

“I’ve never heard of that before.” Cordelia examined the glowing tree.

“I don’t think they grow outside of Sylvan Glade. At least, I’ve never seen one anywhere else. Hang on, let me get you one.” He reached into the crown of the tree, picking a ripe looking fruit.

He handed it to Cordelia.

“These are edible, right?” She examined the fruit in the palm of her hand.

“Of course.” He confirmed, reaching for another one as she took a bite.

“Huh. It’s not what I expected.” She frowned, putting her growfruit away.

He should have probably told her that, Dandelion scolded himself. “They don’t really taste like anything.” He nodded. “But they can be useful.”

“How exactly?” Cordelia tilted her head.

“They’re a good base.” He explained. It seemed unlike her to take this much interest in gardening, but he wasn’t going to complain. “Not much on their own, but you can add stuff.”

“Like me.” She said quietly.

“What?” He turned away from the tree to look at her. “What do you mean, Cordie? You’re not a fruit.”

“Obviously.” Her expression seemed distant. “But think about it. When I’m here in the glade with you, we do what you want. When I’m with Morgyn… well, you know how that goes. I don’t even know who I am on my own.”

Did she really think that? The idea didn’t make much sense to Dandelion.

“It doesn’t work that way, though.” He told her. “I’ve been alone here for a long time, and I’ve only started to learn more about myself when you showed up and when Lulu came back into my life. And, urgh, Morgyn. You can really only get a sense of who you are from the way you act with other people, right?”

“Not if all you’re trying to do is please them.”

Well that was just silly. “You don’t have to do anything to please me.” He said brightly. “I like you already.”

“Thanks, Dandy.” Cordelia sighed. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve been alone most of my life, but I was so focused on getting away from the sprites, or pleasing the sprites, or… well, everything to do with the sprites.”

She paused, as if to collect her thoughts. “Once I got to Glimmerbrook, for the first time, other people cared about me. I’ve even been able to forget about the sprites from time to time. But… I can’t just replace fixating on the sprites by fixating on other people.”

Dandelion was quiet for a moment, trying to make sense of it. He hated this kind of talk. She clearly meant all of what she just said. But why did it feel like the actual meaning of her words had nothing to do with those words themselves at all? Why did people have to be so confusing all the time?

And why was he feeling this strange yucky pain in his gut?  The elf had never experienced anything like it.

“I guess that kind of makes sense.” He said slowly. The pain wasn’t leaving. But Cordie was, he realised. “So… that means you won’t be staying in Sylvan Glade, will you?”

She let out another sigh. “You’re right, I won’t.” She confirmed. “I think I’ll move to the new house.”

The odd feeling in his gut got worse. As if somebody was actually kicking him on the inside. But there was nobody else in Eden but the two of them. It made no sense. Then again, neither did Cordelia.

“You’ll live with the vampire?” He raised an eyebrow. Why would she want to do that? Wasn’t the vampire taking over her old campsite the whole reason why she was staying with him in Sylvan Glade?

“I don’t think he’d hurt me. He’s… he’s had plenty of chances to do that already. And he did the opposite. He brought me back home, to safety. He protected me from the others back in that… hell.” Cordelia paused uncertainly. “Besides, I doubt I’ll see him much anyway. He sleeps through the day, I sleep through the night.”

Did she believe what she was saying? Didn’t matter, she’d made up her mind by the looks of it.

“I guess that works.” Dandelion agreed. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He looked at Cordelia, and then he turned back to the tree, hoping that the gut sensation would go away. Stupid imaginary kicks ruining Love Day. They hadn’t even started the picnic yet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring the mood down.” Cordelia said apologetically. “I’m not going anywhere right now. We’ve got Love Day to celebrate, and picnic to eat!”

Had she read his mind? Or was she experiencing a gut pain of her own? He hoped not, it felt very unpleasant.

He forced the corners of his lips to turn upwards. “That’s right. Just wait till you see all the cupcakes…”

Cordelia made all sorts of approving noises while he took out the cupcakes out of picnic basket one by one and placed each on a small individual plate in front of her.

“We’ll never eat all that!” She laughed.

“We’d better. I need room in the basket for that growfruit.” He reminded her, lying down next to feast. She joined him on the ground.

But in spite of her clearly being impressed with the food selection, it didn’t feel right. As if there was a cloud over them, and not the interesting kind that looked like an animal or building. Just a plain old storm cloud. But it never rained in Sylvan Glade. And Dandelion didn’t even mind storms, when he was out in Glimmerbrook… so what could the problem be, he wondered?

Maybe he was wrong to pick Love Day to try to cheer Cordelia up.

“Thanks for spending Love Day with me, Cordie. I know it’s not what you wanted.” He managed to say. “It’s meant to be a day for lovers, not friends, right?”

“You’re meant to spend it with those you love.” Cordelia corrected him. “And I love you. You know, as a friend.”

The gut pain was back in full force. Why? She just told him she loved him. Dandelion did his best to ignore it. “And I love you. As a friend. Duh.”

“Have you ever been in love, Dandy?” She gave him a conspicuous wink. “The ‘not as a friend’ kind?”

Dandelion wasn’t sure why people got that way when they spoke of that kind of love. The ‘not as a friend’ kind. Winking, smiling, as if it was something to get excited about. Dandelion had no experience in that department yet, but he’d seen it first hand, and it didn’t really seem like something to get all giddy over.

“I don’t think so.” The elf shuffled uncomfortably, deciding to prop himself up instead of lying on his stomach. Maybe that would ease the gut sensation.

“And honestly, I don’t think I want to. All it seems to bring is pain. Just look at what it did to you. Or Lulu.” He added before he could stop himself.

Just to make the day even worse, he scolded himself. Mention the one person Cordelia couldn’t stand. But he couldn’t help it. For so long, his life had just been Lulu and him…

Thankfully, it didn’t seem to have the effect he anticipated. Cordelia just looked curious.

“L Faba in love? I can’t imagine that.” She smirked.

“Maybe you have more in common than you know.” The words spilled out. He shouldn’t have said that. Wasn’t his place. He improvised. “I mean, there’s me, for starters. You have me in common.”

“Do we really have you in common, though?” Cordelia looked into his eyes. “You haven’t really seen her that much lately. I mean, I know you saw her for Winterfest, but…”

Dandelion weighed his response. Another conversation he didn’t foresee. But it seemed like nothing could go right today.

“I know what you mean.” He nodded. “And… I don’t really want to see her right now. She said some terrible things. Things you can’t take back.”

“Terrible enough for you to not want to be her friend?” Cordelia asked.

“It’s not that simple.” How could she ever understand the kind of bond he had with the mischief sage? “Lulu and I, we… you’re probably right. I’m not sure if we’re still friends. Or if we ever will be again. I don’t really like her anymore. But I do love her. I will always love her. I can’t forget what she said, but I can’t forget the time when she was all I had either. She’s family.”

At first, Cordelia didn’t respond. She brought her knees towards her chest, her eyes far away.

“I understand. If I had family, I wouldn’t let go of them either.” Her voice was quiet, but he could hear the hurt in it.

Just when the elf thought the day couldn’t get worse…

“I’m sorry. Today was meant to be happy…” He said hopelessly. And then he remembered the last thing he had planned for their trip. It was worth a shot. “Wait! I can fix it. I’ve got a surprise for you…”

He jumped up to his feet, quickly muttering the summoning spell.

Cordelia looked at the violin that materialised in his hand.

“Oh, it’s the violin I gave you!” She hadn’t expected that. And already looked a lot less gloomy. Promising.

“Sure is.” He replied, pressing the violin under his chin.

Dandelion was too focused on the violin to look at Cordelia while he played, but he knew she must have enjoyed his performance when she broke into an applause once he was done.

“You learned to play!” She squealed. That looming cloud had finally lifted. Maybe they could actually watch the interesting kind of clouds now.

“I’ve done some practicing.” He beamed at her. “And you were right. I used to like having Lulu play to me, but playing my own music is even better.”

It wasn’t as if he was going to listen to Lulu play for some time now, it dawned on him. But he didn’t want to think about that. Not now, when the day finally got brighter.

“Your own music is far better.” Cordelia told him. “I’m proud of you, Dandy.”

He wasn’t sure why. And he suspected she wouldn’t like the full details of his practice sessions – Cordelia wasn’t the only one who was fond of the sound of his violin. The sprites were too, but thankfully, they complied with his request to stay far away today.

But whatever she meant, she looked happy. And that made Dandelion happy. The yucky gut pain finally went away.

“It’s no big deal. Really, it would be rude if I didn’t learn to play properly after you made a violin for me!”  He said, grinning. “At least Love Day’s not a complete dud.”

“What, no way!” She smiled back. “How could it be when I get to spend Love Day with you…”

And before he knew what was happening, Cordelia planted a kiss on his cheek.

It was then when his stomach decided to do a cartwheel. First the pain, now this… maybe he really did bring too many cupcakes.

“Eww, quit it!” He giggled, nudging her away. “That’s gross…”

“Now who’s being rude!” She teased. “Shush, or I’ll lick your ear!”

His response was dignified.

Cordelia leaned back, letting out a hearty laugh.

“Oh, Dandy… never change.”

And before he could protest, she pulled him into a hug.

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  1. “It doesn’t work that way, though.” He told her. “I’ve been alone here for a long time, and I’ve only started to learn more about myself when you showed up and when Lulu came back into my life. And, urgh, Morgyn. You can really only get a sense of who you are from the way you act with other people, right?”

    I’m going to get all analytical here and say that for all his inexperience with feelings and emotions and reading people, Dandelion makes a very good point. You’ll never know what you’ll like and dislike and what is important to you until it’s tested by outside sources, usually other people. And other people are what makes you discover yourself. Heck, children and teenagers try on loads of different personalities as they’re growing up, until they discover what is really important to them and grow into their own sense of “self”. And most of those test-personalities are from observing other people.

    Cordelia seems somewhat of a chameleon. She changes herself for the sake of the person she’s with, and goes along with whatever they want to do. The upside of this is of course that you’ll be well-liked by most people… and the downside is that you’re putting yourself last, sometimes even forgetting yourself in the process. Cordelia needs to learn to stop doing that, and find out what she wants for herself.

    Even her wanting to move to the new house doesn’t feel like her thinking about herself, but either about her connecting to Micah and Morgyn, or her wanting to fit into the little box that Morgyn is trying to put her in. Does that make any sense?

    I have a novel to write about Dandy too, but this is getting pretty long, so I’ll leave it on your blog. XD

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    1. Dandelion doesn’t have a great deal of experience with people, but he does have himself as a point of reference, and the last few months of his life have been a time of great change for him for sure, so he’s experienced what you’re describing first hand.

      Yes, definitely. Cordelia herself even acknowledges that she goes along with other people’s preferences too much in this chapter. And what you’re saying about her decision to move to the house makes perfect sense. Since we get to read about her reaching the conclusion about moving in with Micah from Dandelion’s perspective rather than Cordelia’s, it’s tricky to say where her head’s at, and how much progress she is making towards becoming her own person versus how much she’s continuing to rationalise with herself. We can see she is aware of her pattern of behaviour and trying to free herself of it, but whether she’s being successful or not remains to be seen.


      1. Ironically, she’s so focused on having been a chameleon that she’s forgetting the personality traits she’s displayed because of Morgyn and Dandelion. Straight-forwardness and protectiveness towards friends. Well, mostly it was displayed in anger towards Faba and outrage at Morgyn, but those came from her, not from them. She’s not a blank canvass at all. She just doesn’t realize it. Someone really needs to have a heart-to-heart with this girl. T.T

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  2. Oh! Poor Dandy … I feel for him 😥
    He has spent so much time preparing a wonderful surprise for Cordelia. The place he brings her to is amazingly beautiful and everything ends far from what he imagines.
    Cordelia tells that she wants to move from Sylvian Glade and now he is getting all this unpleasant pain in his body.
    Cordelia does not know that she is the direct reason Dandy has lost touch with his childhood friend.
    Love Day sheds light on several variations of love and contrary to Dandy’s intention, he is also made aware of its shadow side 💔
    So sad.
    It’s such a fine moment when Dandy finds the violin….
    When Cordelia shows joy, Dandy becomes happy 🥰

    Why do I suddenly see a certain resemblance between Cordelia and Morgyn here?
    Cordelia will never hurt Dandy, but inadvertently she becomes the cause of his pain 💔

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    1. I know! I’m not sure what exactly Dandy had envisioned, but he sure had a happier day in mind.

      In fairness Dandy had lost touch with L Faba before Cordelia even turned up, it was Cordelia’s arrival that prompted them to sort of reconnect. But you’re right that her continued presence did result in burning some bridges afterwards.

      That’s an interesting perspective. Makes sense. Yes, she did hurt him, even though he doesn’t even understand the cause of his pain himself quite yet. One of those things about life, most of us have had our hearts broken, but have also broken hearts ourselves.

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  3. I’m super excited that we got a peek into Dandy’s mind. It is good that Cordelia has him because she doesn’t have to worry about being manipulated and he doesn’t play games like other *cough, Morgyn* people. She’s starting to realize that she needs to figure out what she wants or likes, but I think she probably has the best chance of doing this with Dandy because she feels comfortable with him and she doesn’t have to impress him. I’m a little sad that Dandy is so out of touch with his own feelings, and is clueless that he has romantic feelings for Cordelia. Poor Dandy, hopefully, he figures it out, but then I don’t know what that might mean for their friendship.

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    1. Yes, being with Dandy is a safe environment. Perhaps too safe, since she never has to confront anything. Hard to say if moving to the house will be particularly helpful either, though!

      Yeah, Dandy’s never experienced anything like this, so it’s hard for him to identify what those feelings are. Who knows, maybe he’ll figure it out eventually.

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  4. “His response was dignified.” LMAO Yeah. Only an elf would think that. A young elf.

    Hm, gut feelings, huh? Emotions were all over the map today, and we finally figured out what was going on with the sprites.
    And I have no idea how I missed this chapter.

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    1. Haha, I know, that’s Dandy for you.

      Yep, poor dear doesn’t even quite understand what he’s feeling himself. And yes, we have learned a bit more about the sprite though their mystery is of course far from answered.

      And it happens, I feel like these days I blink and I lose days! 😀

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  5. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

    Dandy is breaking my dang heart. And also, I don’t trust him. His secrets are clearly bigger than he is letting on. I mean, now that I think about it, all of Sylvan Glade makes me feel warm and fuzzy. It’s like a dream where there is nothing to worry about, and everything is safe and perfect, but it’s wrong, somehow. The dream is too good. I mean..how old is Dandy? He’s never been anywhere? He’s never experienced the world? He’s been so lonely, but why?

    He isn’t a prisoner.

    Also, my new theory is that Lulu and Morgyn had a relationship, and that’s why she hates Cordelia.

    Oh, and as much as I am here for Cordelia recognizing some things about herself, I wish she’d do it not at Dandy’s expense. I mean yes, she is fixated on the sprites and made everything about them. And yes, she just replaced the sprites with people, but also she is kind of self-absorbed. It’s always about her and her problems and her hurt and her trauma. I sometimes wonder how much richer her life would be if she really thought about Dandy or even Grace beyond when she needed them. Like would she be so caught up in Morgyn if she had something else going on?

    Gah. I didn’t mean to turn this into a bashing Cordelia post because I like her, I really do. I’m just floored that she tried to make it seem like Dandy is like Morgyn. If anything, he’s like a sad puppy dog waiting for someone to show up and give him affection and attention.

    Ahh….but also Dandy has secrets…

    Why is he so lonely? Why, why, why, why? Glimmerbrook is right there! If they accepted Cordelia, they’d undoubtedly accept him. What happened?

    Oh, man. I’m not going to be able to let this go.

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    1. Sylvan Glade is definitely a warm and fuzzy otherwordly haven. Which is kind of why Cordelia doesn’t really want to stay there indefinitely, it’s escaping the real world. Whether moving into the house with Micah is a better idea is hard to say, though!

      “How old is Dandy?” That’s actually a very good question, and one that kind of has two answers. But since Cordelia doesn’t really know, I think I won’t share it either. It may get answered at some point, though 😊

      Ooh, a theory! I love me some theories. We do know that Morgyn has wooed a lot of people, so it’s a possibility! Then again, we do know that Morgyn has wooed a lot of people, so if that was the case, why single Cordelia out? Though of course, we haven’t seen L Faba interact with say, Tomax, so who knows. Either way, I doubt L Faba will have a girly chat with Cordelia to reveal more about her past lovelife any time soon 😀 But it’s always up for speculation 🙂

      This is a very good point you bring up about Cordelia, and one that often gets overlooked about her, because she is the protagonist, after all. One could also argue that she’s just been through a traumatic event, and post-trauma, people are often not capable of immediately focusing on other people’s needs and feelings. But I would say your assessment of her is fair, she has definitely displayed some self-centred behaviour, not Morgyn-style “look how brilliant I am,” but the whole “woe is me and my problems matter more than other people’s” element is there. Then again, she has been dealt pretty crappy cards and continues to get more and more of them, so perhaps she’s not wrong.

      Either way, I’m glad you’ve pointed out she’s not perfect, because she definitely isn’t – and she doesn’t have a great deal of experience with friendships, which possibly affects the way she behaves with friends too. That’s why moments like when she decided to carve the pumpkins or when she made Dandy the violin are a big deal 😊

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      1. ::watches as my theories fall apart right before my eyes::

        Hmmm…you make good points…but also you’re good at pulling off a twist…hmmm…

        Yes! I love that Cordelia is bit messy. She’s had a hard time for sure, and it would be too easy if she was just a ball of perfect, empathetic joy lol.

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  6. Don’t you dare to break Dandy’s heart, he’s certainly the last one that deserves it! 😭😭😭
    Anyway. It was nice to have a peek into his head too. But I wish he’d shared more about his relationship with Faba. At least in his thoughts

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    1. I’m sorry! On the bright side, he doesn’t fully understand that that is what he’s feeling, so at least that’s something, right? Right?

      Well, this chapter was already over 3,000 words, so I figured I couldn’t delve any deeper haha. We will find out more about his and L Faba’s past in the future, I promise.

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  7. Hmmm. Something about the execution of this chapter is tugging at me. Was the narration always conversational and focused on a single character’s real-time interpretation of the 527264 things happening around them ranging in importance from “develops the character” to “unimportant… or is it?” to “foreshadowing foreshadowing foreshadowing” and also the conflict is something heavy and emotional that gets you right in the bottom of the gut and the tension comes from the uncertainty of the whole situation, or am I just now catching on? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I LIVE FOR THAT SORT OF THING. Man, I felt that conflict building within Dandelion and it just got worse the whole time. Ahahaha. Perfect. That is, there’s always the sense that something’s going on under the surface in this story and it’s not clear who to root for because everyone’s keeping secrets about their past, but this chapter in particular got so far into Dandy’s head that we got to squirm along with him before the gut punch was delivered, and now everything makes sense.
    So it goes without saying that I’m positively giddy over this development. Make. Everything. Worse! Make. Everything. Worse!

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    1. Thank you! This one was interesting to write, since it was the first time I wrote from Dandelion’s perspective – it came close to just being Cordelia’s POV, but we’ve had plenty of that so I made a spur of the moment decision to switch up the angle, and even I was surprised by some of the things that came out, haha. Don’t you love it when characters come to life on their own?

      But yes, I do try to get into their heads, as long as it doesn’t spoil too much. The tone does enitrely vary on the personality on whoever’s POV we’re seeing though.

      Haha yep, make everything worse is the general vibe of the story, it seems 😆

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