Kyrie busied herself cutting up veggies for her salad, slicing carrots into bright orange coins and blanching broccoli until it was almost neon green.  As she drained the broccoli, she made a face; for some reason, the house she'd considered so peaceful an hour before had suddenly grown too quiet. With wet fingertips, she reached out and snapped on ( Read more... )

 
It was Kyrie's first day back.

It was her first day after being rescued, the first day after KITT broke through the wall of her gilded prison, screaming her name at the top of his synthesized volume even as their connection went supernova in her brain.

It was her first day back after having her child torn from her arms by that monster. She sighed ( Read more... )

2.15.7
7. On a scale of one to ten, with one being not so good and ten being very good, how well do you: a) Kick ass? b) Make love? c) Dance? d) Sing? e) Argue? f) Drive? g) Plan parties? h) Dress? I) Take criticism? j) Cook?

A: I think I hold my own pretty well enough. I've gotten stronger since I've been with the Foundation, I know that much (don ( Read more... )

Dear Devon,

KITT and I went to the beach.  Be back later.

--Kyrie

(I'm going on a business trip for a few days but I'll be back on Friday.  =) )

The bad thing about having a partner, KITT decided, was that they tended to get lost so easily.  Partners were fragile. Outside the protection of his cabin, they were like fledglings who couldn't fly away from danger.

Although he had to admit that Michael had been pretty good at avoiding and/or getting out of trouble. When things got really tough, ( Read more... )

 A friend asks you to recommend a book. Which book would you recommend, and why?

Kyrie was on her second day of exploring the Manor when she opened a set of tall, ornately carved doors.  A rush of air brought the unmistakable scent of old books into the corridor, and she smiled to herself as she groped for a light switch.

When the lights came on, ( Read more... )