Why not spend a Sunday morning with a cup of tea and some scones in front of the television watching opera? Lucille had never before seen The Magic Flute, and today was a good day for that, wasn't it ( Read more... )

It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind ( Read more... )

Yesterday, Cassandra had made the terrible mistake of traveling across the causeway to explore the strange world that laid beyond it ( Read more... )

Cassandra did not quite grasp the purpose of their current dwellings, but she was not about to waste time thinking about it. Rather, she was choosing to be practical while they were here, this close to the preserve: she had hunted down a small rabbit in the woods. It had been some time since she last took care of her own food, and there was a sort ( Read more... )

Cassandra had a... duel, of sorts, planned with the pirate. Now that the immediate anger had worn off, it was beginning to sound rather more foolish to her ears.

But she had made another appointment, one that was far less foolish and far more important. Today, she would make good on her promise to help Lucille learn how to defend herself because ( Read more... )

Cassandra clomped into the common room still wearing her full armor: she had just done her rounds of the island, and then engaged in some sparring at the salle. Soon, she would retreat to her room to take off the armor and perhaps begin taking her daily notes, but for the moment, she felt she had earned a moment to sit ( Read more... )

There was some manner of holiday this weekend, apparently, which had led to quiet and two days of no classes. Cassandra actually quite enjoyed her Friday class - provided Cara wasn't feeling vengeful - and to make up for the loss of it, she had spent the morning training rather harshly in the salle. Now her muscles ached in a good way, and her ( Read more... )

Anders was often lazy bordering on irresponsible about practicing magic. He could do what he needed to do when it was necessary, and the rest of the time there were so many more pleasant ways to spend his time.

But when you woke up to a monster duffle bag next to your pillow and had to kick prisoner and cursed suitcases out of the way just to get ( Read more... )

Frankly, the current chill seemed rather more natural to Cassandra than the strange heat that usually pumped through the dorms. As such, she had had no trouble relocating to the common room after waking; the fire was comforting, and nicely warm ( Read more... )

So. Merrill had discovered the roof, and more relevant to her interests, the rooftop garden. This had been entirely by accident, as she'd been trying to get from her dorm room to the preserve at the time, and don't ask how exactly point A led to point C by way of missing point B because she'd been a little too lost in her thoughts at the time and ( Read more... )