There was no denial that yesterday had been rather eventful. Apart from being shipwrecked conveniently in the same land they were looking for, Alexander and his company had had quite an adventure in their efforts to bring the prince one step closer to the woman he had spent so much of his time trying to find. There were nefarious plots, tricksy ( Read more... )

As he had come to understand it, Homecoming was an event much more casual than a ball, but he knew there were some similar ideas, and that his mother would feel scandalized if he did not show up in formal princely fashion. Luckily (although, to whom he was uncertain), Valanice had the foresight to send him to school in the event that they would be ( Read more... )

So the plot was afoot! Alexander had carefully planned a good spot, had a chance to familiarize himself with it in the daylight so that he didn't make a wreck of himself in the darkness, and left in the room a smap for Maladicta to find the chosen destination. He had a few pairs of skis and poles, and stood there waiting for his roommate, looking ( Read more... )

It had definitely been a challenging project, but the results had been quite satisfactory. Last night had almost entirely been filled with cutting and sewing, sewing and cutting, but he had been efficient and industrious, slipping easily into Gwydion mode to get the task done. Sure, the consequences of a poor job were no where near as drastic ( Read more... )