They are all there - her husband, his father, her children, and the other Enchanters. Azhure opens her mouth to speak, and then...  The song is like nothing she's ever heard. Her father, WolfStar, that madman. He has done this, somehow, ripped her from her very reality and put her quite somewhere else. She can remember the cold of winter that ( Read more... )

Jaenelle thinks everyone needs to have just a bit more fun ( Read more... )

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In the common room, Aredhel is sitting and sowing something, quietly.  She has been working on getting baby things ready - she is only halfway through her 12-months pregnancy, but her belly is heavily visible, round and protruding through her dress like a well-done little bun.

She smiles to herself, sings, softly.  There is something in her heart ( Read more... )

Khardeen just likes these things. And he figures this one can't hurt anyone. At any rate, some rooms and furniture are just randomly spelled. Should a denizen of the Mansion sit in one of these spelled chairs, or step into a room, they may find themselves...altered.

Of course, as Khary is a good boy, and wouldn't want anyone to be bored, he left ( Read more... )

Khary saw one of these a while ago, and he thinks it's a great idea. So on a table on the first floor is a replica, though a little odd looking though he got most of the general ideas right, of something sort of like a gun, but much less menacing looking. Khary made it lime green and conspicuous. Because he's Khary.

There are bonus chocolates that ( Read more... )

It's never a good sign when the morning starts with a slightly concerned, "Oh dear," from Jaenelle's study.

Nor is it a good morning when one is wandering through the Mansion when said "oh dear" takes effect, quite suddenly and randomly, creating rapid and alarming transformations. Jaenelle herself is looking sheepishly unicornish somewhere, ( Read more... )

Karla has never been a firm believer in avoiding anything. As someone who tends to face problems head on, she thinks that people around here do altogether too much avoiding of them. In order to help with this, a room somewhere near the main one is surrounded with a Tangled Web, intricately and carefully woven and almost entirely invisible.

Anyone ( Read more... )

Faraday sits in the library, hands folded on her lap, staring at the book as though it's a viper. It doesn't look like it's going to bite her. Her feet are tucked up under herself and she keeps staring at the book, twitching at small noises. Her name's in it. Faraday does not like that. At all.

Especially because she was flipping through it and ( Read more... )

She appears midafternoon, closer to dusk than to afternoon, really, but she doesn't recognize the time. She appears on the floor, a shivering wreck in what was once probably a green dress, her face bruised and her eyes wide and terrified, her cheek pressed against the floor. She does not move for a very long time, panting breathlessly. It takes her ( Read more... )