Rather a lot of people had come to the Winters' wedding. (Let's pretend, shall we, that Camilla actually sent out thank-you notes to those people who brought gifts? She surely would not have neglected it, lest Nana roll over in her grave; she should not be blamed for the laxity of her mun.) Believe it or not, most of them had been invited ( Read more... )

I wasn't quite sure how best to work with the myriad of owls I needed to send out my first messages. I mean, Matthew had sent me one, and my reply went back by the same owl. But gee, I was going to have to get one of these things for myself, or go nuts ( Read more... )

( Warded to turn into a very realistic model of a dragon if read by someone else - as in tries-to-bite-your-fingers-off realistic )

I walked into the room from - out. Where was Gay? That ship, our time/spaceship Gay Deceiver, was slipperier than a southern politician. So how could she leave me? For that matter, how did I leave her? Last I knew, I was seated as copilot on the verniers, Pop and Hilda behind me, and Zebbie in the pilot's seat as usual - although all of us could ( Read more... )