She accepted the gift with the understanding that it was just another cheap imitation of magic. A little pot of pretend power, best given to a child, whose glee would far surpass any caring mustered by a proper adult. She picked up the small jar and carried it to a shelf. Vaguely curious, she unscrewed the lid for a glance before leaving it to be ( Read more... )

The tea-bird is gone ( Read more... )

Time to see if the 'post an entry' button still works on my account ( Read more... )

- your choreography process
- photography
- something particularly interesting about the story of Nennivia
- what sort of roles you'd like to play in the future
- looking for the best in people
- your personal sense of aesthetics
- something that really gets on your nerves

I'll try to tackle a couple of topics this time.

First, types of roles I would like ( Read more... )

My week off was spent being sick and climbing a mountain. 4/7 days, I was sick. 
Sunday - Monday = strep throat (complete with fever)
Friday - Saturday = GI relapse (clear liquids again. no food. :( )

As far as the mountain goes, there is plenty to be shared, but I do not feel inspired to write a poem about it. But just saying "this is what we did" ( Read more... )