A ficlet of Fae Apoc and probably Addergoole East.
“What are you doing?”
Chlodovech looked up from his work to see a woman glaring at him. “Surveying.” Wasn’t Amalasuintha supposed to be keeping people away?
“What for?” The woman looked aggressive. She was holding a pitchfork in a way that was clearly not ready to pitch any hay and her eyes were narrowed.
Chlodovech straightened up. “It’s a school project,” he tried. Truth, right? Truth was good? Useful?
“School project.” She narrowed her eyes even more. “You’re mapping my town for a school project.”
“Well, technically, we’re mapping all of former Pennsylvania. It’s going very slowly,” he added ruefully. In part because of things like this. Continue reading