Things have spiralled wildly out of Katara's control. It seemed like such a good idea at the time - it really did.

But now?

It's all happened so fast and it's got so big. She doesn't know how to stop this. But people are getting hurtAs long as Sokka doesn't find out ... things might be okay ( Read more... )

There is a little robot hanging around the Cooper farm.

No. No, not that one. That is a big robot ( Read more... )

Outside the Cooper farm, where Spots is wallowing lazily in the water, there is --
a girl kneeling by the edge of the kraken pond, stirring the water morosely and barely making a ripple, wrapped in blue leather and white fur with blue beads in her hair ( Read more... )

Ditto.

Farm.

Contemplating the kraken pond.

Gabriel is grumpy.

Grump, grump.

He fed Spots, had a bit of a cuddle, and then wandered off to the living room.

Where he now is.

Grumping.

Oliver has been busy thinkingThe only change in his behaviour is that he's been slightly more distracted, mostly notably when he shows up to practice fighting in the morning. The only change in his routine has been to spend more time at the nearby farm Talking to Huxley, making sure he plays nice with the other horses. While he can spend a lot of ( Read more... )

So today, there's a little pink blob on the farm. It's pink. Also, a blob.

The narration promises that it will probably not envelop and digest you in its glutinous depths.

The thing about the desert it is all looks the same after a while. One man and one horse plodded along almost aimlessly for it was a path they had been on for many days. From the dunes of sand to the hard packed ground, Carter was certain that they should have reached the camp by now. They should have reached it days ago. A sand storm had sprung up ( Read more... )