Alone. That was how others - her mother, her mother's friends, extended family - thought of her. Unmarried, no children, few friends; it was a lonely life.

Loneliness is a choice. Her words ( Read more... )

Today had seemed like just another day - one of those days that's pretty much like all the others. Violet woke up, stared out her window for a while and wondered why, exactly, the birds were so very loud and also exceedinly cheerful. She got out of bed. She brushed her hair (still damp from her shower the night before), and changed out of her ( Read more... )

A new year, a new loss. Her heart, her heart. She's done with her weeping but, today, she's still wearing white, a hem that drags and buttons against her breast as she walks along the sand, leading Lorica by the reins. Ygraine races ahead, pin-wheeling and spinning on the sand with her little arms thrown out. She's too little to really ( Read more... )

It has no purpose there. That morning, Jenny had brought Ygraine to the beach, and the child whoops and plays enthusiastically, charging this way and that way, more warrior than wolf in sunlight. Jenny sits cross-legged on a rug, her hair twisted into a thick braid over one shoulder, her dress gathered up around her knees. A book which Robbie ( Read more... )

Jennifer had been looking forward to this day ever since Ronon's ever-so-casual proposal. It wasn't a huge, lavish wedding, like little girls dream about sometimes, but it was early evening on the beach and it was beautiful. The clothes box had been nice enough, after much sweet-talking and prodding, to supply Jennifer with a pretty dress and ( Read more... )

With the make-shift sling and the bruises blooming on her face and under the neckline of her dress, dealing with Ygraine is hard. Robbie helps, of course, and there are numerous Starks and Snows and Pevenises, which doesn't mean that Jenny doesn't struggle and it doesn't mean that she doesn't ache. Ygraine is her responsibility, as good as her ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so ( Read more... )

Nick's been busy since he arrived on the island. Once he realized that this isn't a temporary rest stop, that riding the train just brings him back where he started, he set about ensuring that Christmas was going to be a merry one no matter where he spent it and who he spent it with. He has faith in the universe that everything is going to turn out ( Read more... )

Even though it was a much smaller and simpler production than any she had ever seen or been involved with before, River was very pleased with the island's first production of The Nutcracker had turned out. It was the last little thing she thought that the island was really lacking in the way of a proper holiday. Not that she'd ever considered the ( Read more... )

Robbie and the boys pay Jenny and Ygraine a visit. Recent developments are briefly discussed and children are entertained.

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