You may or may not be aware that Puck
Has been in, well, hot water, as of late.
And-- call it stupid, call it rotten luck,
Or call it, if you're feeling kinder, fateBut has, indeed, had congress with the beast ( Read more... )

There is much to be done at home, and so Jah-lila will likely head back there by morning, or at least by tomorrow noon; but for now the Red Mare of the unicorns is still here, and playing at pounce-things with Capi, the little brown cat. Peculiar to see a unicorn pounce, perhaps, but she does try to keep her fosterlings happy.

Jah-lila has been in and out of late. As the weather grows warmer, she is more often at home. Today, though, Capi- the tiny brown pard- insisted on leaping to her back and not letting go; and so she ran with him there, until she found herself trotting out from under the Milliways trees.

Ah, well. Unicorn and housecat, out by the lake.

The weather outside may be on the wet and mucky end of things, but Jah-lila does not much care. She's just come from Quenching in her world- the fire-ceremony that ends the time of winter. There will be births soon, and much need of the midwife, but for now she has the freedom to roam ( Read more... )

The horse is white. The rider wears black.

They appear from... well, it's not obivous where they appear from. It would be nice to give a long and graphic description of rends in the fabric of reality, with blue sparks and smoke and big crashing chords, and lots and lots of adjectives ( Read more... )

Early in the morning, Zuko dipped down, got breakfast-- and inquired as to clothing. Bar provided him with a few outfits -- most suited to his station and culture. And the there were the jeans and the wife beater. Zuko's got no idea how to even WEAR those, so they aren't on him now ( Read more... )

Behind the Bar, near the tree line, the sound of hoofbeats rings out. Some moments later Jah-lila steps out from between two of the trees, a small brown cat at her heels.

[OOM: In which Mark is confused by his roommate.]

The front door opens, and a blackened metal can is pushed through, followed by a man hobbling on one crutch, the other sticking out of the can. He pushes the can out back, then comes back in, hobbling up the stairs, and twenty minutes later, hobbling back down with a bag-and-armful of papers.
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Draco dressed for the cold outside as he limped through the bar with his new cane ( Read more... )

Sheemie is downstairs, with the kitten on his shoulder.

The call is stronger than it was yesterday, so much stronger, and the song grows louder by the hour.

And he knows.

They go today.

Last chance to say goodbye, folken.