Disgruntled dryad destroying droves of unsuspecting homework with brutal efficiency.

...'ware those who would disturb her.

This is what happens when you can't put a book down and when you buy a used copy out of a bookstore so you can finish the damn series. Somewhere there is a mun that ought to apologize, but for now she just wants the potential headvoice OUT and as far away as humanly possible ( Read more... )

The Dryad is out back. It's a lovely day out (a little cold but she's a Rivan Princess so she's used to worse and at least it's not windy), so she's outside. She'd done her share of tree-greeting and chattering and climbing, so now she was just sitting under neath the tree nearest the bar with her homework, the kind from school as she'd already ( Read more... )

He's sitting at a booth with a wood carving tool kit out and focusing heavily on a block of wood he's gently sanding.

"You can't go out like that. Your father would kill me."

"Nonsense, Uncle Ray," she says as she turns back around to smile at him. "I'll be all right."

"All right! Put on a coat at least, please?"She sighs and shakes her head ( Read more... )

As expected, Richard is downstairs on a couch with a rather large book of what appears to be sonnets by Shakespeare. This has everything and nothing to do with the young woman he spoke to last night.

What? A young man can't be interested in Shakespeare without an alterior motive? Preposterous.

Despite the look of intense concentration (no, ( Read more... )

There is a dryad ( Read more... )