The door swings open, rather abruptly, on a fair-haired young man with a sword in his hand and a determined expression. "Where's my sister?"

t: Lyonce is Gaenor's better more mature uh, other half. He takes after his papa. Oh dear.

Deven walks in, a broom over his shoulder, scowling at a piece of paper in his hand. The paper has his attention so firmly grasped that it takes him a moment to realize he isn't walking into the changing room ( Read more... )

Remember how there was a pirate ship in the main room earlier this year?

Well, now it's on a much more sensible day and is ostensibly replacing open posts for the various older characters that are being dragged into it by a certain miniature pirate. Captain Jack Sparrow Junior at your service, mates, with a ship that looks much better than the ( Read more... )

There's the pitter-patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots as a Chinese girl of about twelve walks quickly into the room, both hands stuffed into her pockets and back slouching slightly. She straightens up immediately when she notices her new surroundings, although nothing about her indicates fear or confusion, only slight surprise and sharp ( Read more... )

Her step's light, practiced, and slow, her dress is intricate and beautiful, diaphanous and somewhat eastern in appearance; her shoulders are held high, her dark hair is shining and brushed away from her face, but her smile is starry and her eyes are bright.

"Nín hǎo," she says, with a polite bow of her head.  "I apologize if I've interrupted ( Read more... )