Alison spared another glance to the invitation--an ill-timed action, as it gave Donovan a chance to kick off his shoes and squeal his disapproval. With a sigh, Ali rubbed his hair until he calmed again before retrieving the shoes. "You aren't the king of anything yet, little man, and even when you are I'll still be your mother," she reminds him ( Read more... )

New Year's Eve was probably the only night of the year everyone in the Trainer household had plans. Ali and Sasha were off to a concert, with high hopes of introductions to a wild-haired author of whom they are so fond. The older children were off to sleepovers and "grown-up" parties with friends; the younger, to see their fathers. Or, in the ( Read more... )

Ali had not told Hans where they were going, only that he should dress for the occasion. She certainly was: a red gown (that somehow manages to flatter both her gravid state and her coloring), jewels, the whole deal. She dressed as if for a visit of state: she wore things that gave her strength and that gave her comfort. She dressed as if it ( Read more... )

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There's a new Malk in the Nexus, Daisy Olson. He's having a problem with a hunter back home, poor thing. He likes fairy tales, but doesn't understand them as well as he thinks. And he wants to be a romantic. Or at least he seemed to want to one night. They're so flighty sometimes. But he does have a strange sort of wisdom. When he's not ( Read more... )

That was by far the weirdest and least likely to ever happen ever dream I've ever had.

If Dream did that on purpose I'm going to have to get some bread.

You know what sucks ( Read more... )

So, there's somebody who was leaving letters, or diary entries or recordings, around the Nexus. He seemed shocked that they're getting replies, so I must assume he didn't know about the Nexus quite yet. He eventually came in person. He still won't give me his name though.

Quite unlike poor Raphael, who got chased there by a mob. It's really a ( Read more... )

Hod's invited us to the Pantheon Games. That should be fun. I look forward to going. He's so adorably eager. Coaching agrees with him, I think.

That little boy with the tail, Kuja, needs a way to keep someone from hurting or compelling him with magic. I'll have to look into this further before I can offer him any real help, though. Hopefully ( Read more... )

Ali sat where she'd been since before he left, cradling the book in her lap. It smelled of book, leather and ink and old paper and dust and stories; the cover was soft and smooth beneath her fingers and the ink, though old, wasn't faded. Not much, at least; it could be read. Reverently, she opened the book and turned to the first page, letting ( Read more... )