Thar be dragons Kantri here.

Kédra's hunched by the lake's edge, doing something with the sand. Why don't you ask what? He's not hard to miss.

Once, a lifetime ago, when he called himself Vic Sage, he built a snowman with a little girl. The girl is long gone, as much a passing moment as the snowman. Charlie remembers Jackie, remembers his failure, remembers her mother's strange acceptance that a child who never had it easy would be spared a life of misery, remembers her smile and her ( Read more... )

There's still a Kantri in faux-Scotland.

He's watching the horses. We'll be honest: he's wondering what they taste like. Maybe he can get permission to find out.

About an hour ago, by means of the bar, Carlotta learned about free running. And was suddenly reminded that there were far more obstacles out back to be acrobatic on than just the trees ( Read more... )

Dinah used to have very many teachers and trainers and father figures in Milliways.

It occurs to her, now that she's found a new teacher on her own world, that she hasn't seen most of them in a while - since before college, maybe? This gives her something to reflect on.

She hasn't brought shoes of her own into the bar, but Bar provides a pair of ( Read more... )

Outside, the very large bronzy dragon is...howling? He's trying to mimic the sounds of the wolves from over the full moon, but he hasn't quite got it right. It's still very, well. Dragon.

Though he'd thank you to use the word 'Kantri'.

If you're going to put in four of five pups, you may as well put the last one in as well.

In other words, a large house-sized metallic bronze is sitting on a rock beside the lake, intently watching the water below him.

The great metallic bronze dragon comes to land by the Caribbean inlet a bit roughly, spraying up sand in all directions. It's been a while since he came down from the mountain, but apparently still not long enough for the snow to finish melting (hence the Caribbean inlet). Not that a little snow makes him cold, but as a rule of wing, he tends to ( Read more... )

There is a great shiny bronze lump curled up at the Caribbean inlet.

It may be snoring.

Outside, one may find a Kantri walking around the lake. I had not spoken to another soul for too long; the evidence was all around. Has it already been a year since I came to Milliways? Not a great amount of time, true, but still...I missed home.

But the path back had not revealed itself. So I walked around the lake, melting snow as I went.