On the occasion of her eleventh birthday, Ingress dreams a little dream of oh, so many things.

tiny tag: Vanyel Ashkevron

[OOM:

So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.- John Edward Masefield, The Creed ( Read more... )

[OOM: Narnia awakes!]

[OOM: Puck was not having a good day even before he ran into River, which doesn't exactly help things given that they determine he's going into labor. Lilly and Havelock are fetched, and our heroes prepare to make with the baby-making!

... Things don't exactly go smooth.

Warning: Threads contain live births, drugging of loved ones, psychedelic ( Read more... )

[OOM: On the beach, Marian meets someone with several important messages.

Back home in Nottingham, waking up isn't all princes and kisses.]

[OOC: At the last Lake Party, Sam ran into someone... startling.]

[This may be officially the longest slowtime EVER. Mostly because Sam-Mun sucks. Aslan-Mun really, really doesn't, though.]

[OOM: By the lake, questions are asked, answers are given, and there is some comfort to be had.]

[ An Encounter]

Even if no one had seen the body, everybody knew what had happened ( Read more... )

The Professor has spent all morning, and most of the afternoon, writing an article on certain grammatical forms in a passage from Plato's Republic. Around four, which was just a few minutes ago, Mrs Macready made a point of standing just outside his office door, coughing loudly, by which Professor Kirke understood that his household staff felt ( Read more... )