There's a very colorfully dressed Cardassian lounging comfortably in one of the booths far, far into the bar proper. Nursing a cup of something not entirely unlike coffee, he's surreptitiously watching the patrons as they come and go, and sometimes return ( Read more... )

Amy comes in this evening with her hands full of envelopes, sealed with gold wax and ribbons, carefully and formally addressed in the swirling script of a palace scribe to Queen Susan of Narnia, Miss Marguerite Giry and Mr. Andrew Wells, Miss Anne Shirley, Mr. Logan Echolls, King Caspian X and Queen Lucy of Narnia, King Mendanbar of the Enchanted ( Read more... )

[ At Redmond, Anne is homesick.]

"Really, Miss Ada, I don't think--" began Anne Shirley, as the door behind her opens and she walked through backwards. In her hands sat an astoundingly plump, incredibly--one might say enthusiastically--embroidered cushion, of the sort which hostesses put on chairs in the hopes that their guests will be more comfortable ( Read more... )

Amy comes in from Ambergeldar, in a swirl of long green skirts, and radiant.

Feel free to ask her why.

The door inches open, until a pair of curious green-gray eyes can be seen through the opening, and a tall slim girl with vibrantly red--

I mean, auburn hair steps gracefully through, closing it behind her while her face comes alight and those sparkling eyes dance ( Read more... )

One can't exactly avoid the inevitable, and Kim's pretty sure that she'll go mad if she stays in her room upstairs any longer, anyway. She almost knocks on Paul's door, but decides against it-- if he's sleeping, there's no sense in disturbing him, and if he's not, he'll come down himself when he wants to and probably not before ( Read more... )

[OOM: Bran Davies is leaving for university next week. At Clwyd Farm, he and his da get ready.]

Bran always carries his golden harp with care, but as he comes into the bar today, he handles it with especial reverence. He will miss it, when he goes.

[ OOM: One birthday, one ramble, two whimsical teenagers, many dreams of the future. There's even Shakespeare. And flowers, for the Anne-girl. Rated W for Wholesomeness. (Sorry, Bernard.)]

The door opens, and a bundle of spring blossoms walks through. There is, presumably, someone behind said blossoms, but it is nearly impossible to see Anne Shirley behind the cloud of white, sweet-smelling blooms.

One can, however, hear her.

"Oh, Marilla, do just smell these blossoms--they're just like holding the soul of spring in your hands, ( Read more... )