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I had a sad, strange dream last night about a young elven man in a very regimented society who, upon the death of his elder brother, was formally named heir to the kingdom. He was permitted to retain his human lover, but was warned that they could not engage in certain activities until she was formally bound to him. They did, of course, and so they ran away, inducing a miscarriage in the girl and hiding from the elves for five years... until, late one winter's evening, when they were discussing returning, she miscarried again. A somber look settled on his face, and he wrapped his cloak around her, pulled away, and set off for home alone, neither of them saying anything. In fact, he never spoke publicly again.
You know, sometimes I really worry about my weight... but then I look in the mirror with everything set aside, and I realize that aside from a bit of flab here and there I've got a pretty decent figure -- I just have huge hips. Now if I started eating better and exercising I could maybe get rid of that flab and keep said decent figure...
No time to dawdle -- I'm off to bard_linn's for the weekend, so I'll check up on you guys when I get back! Be good. ♥
You know, sometimes I really worry about my weight... but then I look in the mirror with everything set aside, and I realize that aside from a bit of flab here and there I've got a pretty decent figure -- I just have huge hips. Now if I started eating better and exercising I could maybe get rid of that flab and keep said decent figure...
No time to dawdle -- I'm off to bard_linn's for the weekend, so I'll check up on you guys when I get back! Be good. ♥