Well, it's Easter Day--it's Easter Day. Percy's house is full of the most beautiful smells--hot cross buns, doubtless the result of Heli's hard work, two chickens, to feed all of the housemates and the handful of guests who are present; as well as fresh, cold water to drink and almost certainly the fruits of Cimorene's dessertful labour. There is ( Read more... )

Percy is, admittedly, rather nervous--but that is beside the point, certainly beside the point; to-day his ruffly red hair is combed down neatly and he's wearing his best clothes, a white linen tunic and trousers that are usually only for high holy days, but this is as important as any of those--important. He's waiting near the house, which has ( Read more... )

For some people, there's no grief that can be dwelt on for-ever, and the goodly knight Sir Peredur has bound up his old wound tightly to ease the stiffness and pain, and now he goes to the forest, partly to seek his sister the Grail Maiden, and partly just for the trees, which have begun to flower. They remind him of an old place, and of an old ( Read more... )

Work is good, and there's always something to be done on a farm, but it's good to rest sometimes, too--which is why Percy is stretched out in the sun, warm all over like a toasted tangerine. His bare toes are buried in the warm, crumbly dirt, and he's pulled off his t-shirt, too, because eeee sun, after such a long winter, and the feel of it on his ( Read more... )

Bedivere was talking about being in love, and I just started thinking, I guess. I do, sometimes. I think about a lot of stuff. I mean, it's so easy to love my plants. Because--I dunno, you ever hold a tomato? They're round and you can feel how the skin's pulled tight, and they have all these ridges and furrows and they smell beautiful, and if it's ( Read more... )

He's spending it actually asleep this time, stretched out on his back underneath a huge vine of purple beans, dressed as usual in his blue jeans and a t-shirt that's big and comfy and clashes horribly with his hair--his extremely dirty longish red hair; and there is a very, very content smile on his face.

Feel free to wake him up.

Percy is sitting by himself somewhere, probably close to his little wooden house, curled up against a tree with a basket of small peaches next to him. His expression is really kind of a sad confused, sort of a why don't I remember this?, what's wrong that I don't ( Read more... )

*stops. blinks. beams. is little different, really, from the adult version--the house, painted bluepurple, bemuses him, and the vegetable garden, although he doesn't recognise it, makes him squee. however, there are more important things, and he starts off through the woods calling--:* Ma! Heli!