Blue was, to put it in terms her father would have hated, pissed.  For the first time in her life she'd been making friends (and all right, they were a little bit crazy and sometimes she hated them and assumed they felt the same, but - still); and besides that, he'd promised they would stay the entire year.  She was intent on fuming alone for as ( Read more... )

...oh wait, another one ( 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... )

This bright eyed, white haired lady is not in the slightest lost and in all ways dressed for the weather. She sweeps up the path, takes the front steps easily, swirls through the door and reaches up to undo the sash securing her broad, elegant hat to her head ( Read more... )

(Just when you thought there couldn’t possibly be any more of King Arthur’s children unaccounted for…)

Goewin is looking for Lleu.

She is Arthur and Guinevere’s daughter, Lleu’s twin sister and his senior by a few scant minutes. She’s not sure whether she’ll find him alive or dead-or worse, some terrible state in between-and she may be so fixed on ( Read more... )

Specifically, it's coming up on Hallowe'en. And Dairine is all in favour of celebrating, however disastrously ( Read more... )

 A small young lady opens the door slightly, peering into the room. "Mr. Rochester? You sent for--" She freezes, brown eyes going wide for she does not recognize her surroundings.

"Mr. Rochester?" she whispers, gathering her skirts and stepping in tentatively. "Hello?"

T: So. Jane Eyre. :D

Melou's education as far as reading and writing stopped when he was on the young side, and you've got to take medieval spellings into account anyway. But the notice he tacks up is mostly readable, if you take a few moments to study it really good and hard.

It says, plainly printed:

I WOD SEKE A PRYSTE TO MARRIE A LADY TO-GETHYR WYTHE A MANN. ( Read more... )

Jaenelle is playing, and Jaenelle playing is always a little dangerous, but that's all right. Because she's having fun! And so, playing with herbs and some magic, she's made a very curious illusion on the front lawn of an elegant garden, very like her own in SaDiablo Hall, water trickling over the rocks. However, a sudden noise startles her and she ( Read more... )

--at sunset.  It’s another medieval one, a dark haired boy. He stands very still, his sword held steadily out in front of him in his left hand and his right hand cupped against his side, where a little bit of blood has started to soak into the fabric between his fingers.

He seems like he’s drawn taut, ready at any instant to spring into frantic ( Read more... )