[OOM: Ages and ages ago, Neric and Ravin went to his homeworld to practice gliding, have some glossed-over nookie and save the world, not necessarily in that order. It's finally being posted.]Today, they are outside curled up under a tree together, reading a book. (Well, Ravin is reading. Neric is mostly looking at the pictures.) It's a ( Read more... )

Down the stairs comes everyone's other favorite empathic-projecting, faith-healing, low-gravity-dwelling, utterly earnest raw-foods vegetarian from a planet in the future where the few survivors of the destroyed Earth made their peaceful settlement. He's in a good mood today, as he usually is these days--

--why yes, living with him is almost ( Read more... )

A witch and a wizard are by the lake's shore. The witch is a certain redhaired 12-year-old, Rose Weasley by name, who would usually be at Hogwarts ( Read more... )

Life? Is good.

At the moment, life involves Neric and Ravin curled up together on the couch by the fire, where he is enjoying a honey cake and some tea while she is reading to him about the elves in her world.

(For those sensitive to empathic projection, the feeling is one of love and contentment.)

(Two muns, two pups. Have at it.)

Neric is outside, barefoot and radiating happiness as he walks around the area of the gardens ( Read more... )

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

Guppy has a twelve week old baby on his lap, tea on the table, and a generally content expression.

At present, he's trying to get her to smile for his phone camera.

To say Neric is happy would be an understatement; it's more accurate to say that his immediate vicinity is warm with peace and joy.

He is curled up in a chair by the fire, with a cup of tea and a children's picture book on fruits and vegetables, but he isn't paying much attention to either one. Instead, he is turning a joy [PG for mild nudity and ( Read more... )

This morning, Asar-Suti comes down from the magical library with lots of fresh purpose in his step.

He approaches the notice board and hangs up a hand-written sign:

Seeking gardeners!!Young, bound, and urgently in need of some tab ( Read more... )

Poor Neric. He's got very few marketable skills--he'd been more of a showman than an actual healer, and what good is an ex-diplomat?--and he hadn't paid his tab the last time he'd been here ( Read more... )

Having cast off the tyranny of shoes, Neric is curled up in a chair by the fire with a cup of tea, a plate of cookies and a book on first aid.

Reading has never come easily to him, so it's slow going. He had skimmed ahead, looking at the pictures, but they were unsettling and so he has gone back to the reading.

He wouldn't mind a distraction at