I seem to jump around a lot in my drabbles... Oh well, one cannot control plot bunnies!  If you do, they breed like mad just for spite...

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Amathia was sitting in the formal sitting room, a slight frown creasing her brow.  There were no other signs of distress from the composed water nymph.  Her lovely face was composed, her elegant hands folded ( Read more... )