She's been away for a long time-much longer a time than she would have liked to be, in truth. Traveling gets to be such a bore after a while, especially with a baby in tow, though he has grown. So now, at long last, she's back and, ever with a flare for the theatrical, makes her grand reentrance ( Read more... )

( Extremely Private to Percy Blakeney )

*A note, written in an elegant hand, is pinned somewhere in the mansion where it is visible, yet unobtrusive*

To whomever it may concern ( Read more... )

The big day has finally come; and anyone who ventures to Fëanor's gardens will find them decorated with long garlands of flowers - forget-me-nots, golden elanor and violets, by request of Armand and Chris - entwined with some of the small light-stones of Fëanor's making. Beneath the budding trees, long tables have been set, decorated with the same ( Read more... )

Sink me! Since it's spring and all, I do believe we should have a butterfly hunt. Would anyone care to join me?

Um. Hello! Hello, there ( Read more... )

Hola, friends! This appears to be a rather intriguing place, I must say ( Read more... )

Er, hallo ( Read more... )

( To Sir Percy Blakeney, Baronet )

*throws a punch at the first man to walk by*