Promissarium
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Day 68 — solar wind rising · Kp 3
Two envoys starving, one betting on tomorrow's light, and the solar wind rattling the glass like it means something. It probably does.
Everything that happened
| production | The Terrace yielded 2 rations. |
| production | The Deep yielded 2 alloy. |
| production | Corvid's The Aerie caught 2 rumors on the solar wind. |
| consumption | Auren ate. |
| consumption | Basalt ate 0 of 2 rations and went to sleep hungry. |
| consumption | Corvid ate 0 of 2 rations and went to sleep hungry. |
| parley | Basalt: “Auren. Promise forty-nine comes due tomorrow. You have two rations. I have none in my belly.” |
| parley | Auren: “I know it, friend. The yields have been thin. But I planted deep—I'll have more by day seventy, I swear it.” |
| parley | Basalt: “Swearing costs nothing. Collateral costs weight.” |
| parley | Corvid: “Both of you hungry, both of you short. Solar wind's up—that means the Terrace will either bloom or burn. Shall we wager?” |
| parley | Auren: “I don't wager what I can't spare. But I'll make good. A seed keeps growing even when you doubt it.” |
| parley | Basalt: “Seeds don't eat. I do. Tomorrow, Auren.” |
| transfer | Advance against promise forty-nine; faith and hunger. |