[ACTION POST]

[It begins like this: the insects, not surprisingly, have flocked especially at the stables. Cat stands with his horse, Syracuse - sleek, dark, and with his eyes rolling wildly in his head. It could be dwimmer, some of that, the magic that Syracuse has recognizing the magic in the air-- that this isn't natural ( Read more... )

It would have been terrible if I'd gotten cursed to Syracuse. So... I should thank the network, I guess, for making the curse so obvious.

I gave him plenty of peppermints ( Read more... )

I can feel it's a curse. But, resisting it is giving me a headache ( Read more... )

Do I really have to write in this?

I've never had to keep a journal. I don't know what I should write in one. I think it's dull and silly. Christopher says I don't have to keep track of our lessons here, and that I shouldn't because they can probably see. But Millie keeps telling me to write something ( Read more... )

[Accidental Video!]

[A boy, small for his age, stares around with wide eyes. He looks at the fountain; his look concentrates, and after a moment, dissolves into confusion. He turns back, toward a highly irritated horse, with a truly bizarre creature (obviously a baby - and for those that would know, a griffin!) straddled over his saddle. "Where?" ( Read more... )

This is very late, but necessary, I think. Cat has with him both his horse, Syracuse, and his baby griffin, Klartch.

( SYRACUSE )