Making amends with Mrs. O'Leary had a been a long time coming and if you thought making amends with a hellhound was silly then clearly you've never hung out with a hellhound. They had both done things to antagonize each other that probably only Luke regretted and, while he wasn't sure if he'd actually ever be fond of the hellhound, she came with ( Read more... )

Dany was at a loss as to how to rid herself of this nervous energy. It had gotten progressively worse as the week had gone on -- daydreams had been one thing, but at this point she was so distracted that nothing seemed to hold her interest long enough at all. Even her dreams had left her...restless ( Read more... )

Gabrielle had spent plenty of time in stables in her time. Crashing for the night, usually, although there were a number of fanservicey hurt/comfort incidents that involved recuperating from severe injuries (or, you know, dying of poison that one time), and the time in Britannia that -- no. Just no. Also there had been that one day in the town ( Read more... )

Jocelyn had started to come down to the stables once in a while to curl up on a bale of hay (prickly but it smelled like home) and study or read or just try to follow orders and get out of her room a little for things that didn't involve training ( Read more... )

After class, Susan went for a walk around the dorms. She was feeling more put off by her strange visitors than she would like. She often found herself looking for them, or listening for the sound of skeletal feet against the floor. She realized this was ridiculous. She could not possibly be looking for a raven and the Death of Rats. That would ( Read more... )

Westley had no idea where he was when he woke up. It was a spacious room, and as he quickly dressed in unfamiliar clothes and left, he realized he must be inside the castle. He'd never been inside before. Yes, the love of his life lived there, beautiful Princess Buttercup, but it was no place for a farm boy like himself. He supposed the only ( Read more... )

Faramir leaned his shoulder against the open gate of the stables, staring out into the ever lasting downpour. This place made him nervous and he wondered if it was his own unease that had Baru skittish these days or if it was the other way around. Their daily rides across the island had become shorter as Faramir did not bother to linger anywhere. ( Read more... )

Faramir would have preferred to have started his journey in the morning, but he had remained to attend his class today. He'd donned the Ranger's armour and had retrieved his bow, quiver and sword from the armoury. The saddlebags he settled across Baru's back were surprisingly heavy, filled with bottles of whiskey, chocolate and other gifts that ( Read more... )

Faramir had not attended the dance, but he had little regret as he had spent a pleasant evening in Maladicta's presence. Perhaps he was a little disappointed at the lack of dress or suit, but he was confident that he would get other opportunities to enjoy that particular view ( Read more... )

The cold clung to Faramir as he returned with Baru to the warm dormitory stables. Despite the chill, he had spent most of his morning out, needing the air and chill to numb thoughts of Gondor. He knew there was nothing to be ashamed of, being homesick was normal but it was rather pointless as were any further thoughts along that line. Boromir would ( Read more... )