[Philomel was coiled behind Marta's house on the beach, a tight unhappy ball of serpent as she carefully manipulated the computer perched on a rock, perusing the community and beginning to get a sense for what had happened to its members this time. That it was a virus was clear, but what, precisely, had happened...of this she was less sure ( Read more... )

I went in sssearrrch of otherrr drrragonsss today--I mussst admit, it wasss good to get away frrrom Philip and the otherrrs. They mean well, I know, but it is ssstill...ssstifling, I sssuppose, to have to sssit underrr their ministrrrationsss day afterrr day ( Read more... )

Flying, rrreally flying, isss...

Therre arrre no worrrdsss.

((Literally. I think this is Philo's shortest post ever. XD;;))