After a cup of tea of a morning, Will likes to do yoga on the beach. Bran, who has tried on occasion to join him but never really developed the same taste for it, uses the time to take the dogs for a walk ( Read more... )

Bran, Will and Paul celebrate Will's birthday, then trim the tree.

[Dated to 21 December, still very slowly in progress.]

The wind lifts her hair, fair and golden and floating like Ophelia's in the water, blows so hard that Cassie could swear it lifts her, too ( Read more... )

Once again the Island had carried out a peaceful and democratic election, which Dale felt was always a cause for celebration. The work was done, the results were in, and it was time for everyone to let loose for one night. If there was one thing that nearly everyone on the Island agreed on, it was that they liked a good party ( Read more... )

Pamela had been learning Braille when she was at home and she can't think of a good reason not to keep it up here. It wasn't as if the shelf was stingy- every time she ran her fingers along the spines, she could feel the familiar bumps. The thing was...she hadn't been blind long enough or applied herself hard enough to be any good at it. She chose ( Read more... )

Violet Baudelaire, it seemed, had finally grown tired of learning. No, not about inventions or her family or the many, many books the bookshelf had given her about Nikola Tesla (although she did wonder how much she could actually learn without being able to read German, as the books were largely things she already knew). No, Violet Baudelaire had ( Read more... )

It was a bit strange, when Paul thought about it, just how much his brain was apparently capable of getting used to. There had been strange afflictions of the mind for various people, there had been a blizzard (although that, he recalled, could happen just as strangely at home in England--but he knew Will's lot weren't involved in this one, not ( Read more... )

After his morning class, Will and Bran had spent some time tidying up Hafod-ar-Lan, but while Cafall was content to stay curled up near the door, watching the humans, Cof seemed determined to make her cabin fever impossible to ignore by following one or the other of them constantly. The third time Will turned from a task to find himself struggling ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

The bard named Osfameron--not the old one, the legend, but the younger descendant named for him--has a cart full of musical instruments. They vary in size and tone, in family, in the skill needed to play them. Cwidders and pipes and flutes and drums, he knows all of them, and he knows them all well. When he was very very small, his mother had held ( Read more... )