Dawn.

The rising sun stretches golden, warm rays over the graceful curves and dips of the snow drifts on the lawn of the Mansion, clinging to the tree branches and eaves of the roof.  It snowed afresh last night, and the only marks currently breaking the canvas are the random, scarce tracks of birds and squirrels foraging in the crisp ( Read more... )

Mattie has been enjoying her existence at the Mansion, though she's sometimes homesick. She usually spends her time practicing her shooting, but today she's not outside ( Read more... )

From the dark confines of the vortex of nothingness where his consciousness lurks, Morgoth has been observing. Waiting. Counting ( Read more... )

In one quiet corner of the library (not the one where he usually studies with Morgana, but another), Steerpike can be found classifying books. After one particular ordeal he went through while hunting down a grimorium of minimal importance, it seems the kitchen rat turned student is giving in to a destiny he doesn't quite know about.

In other words ( Read more... )

Everywhere he went, Shadow found them. ( He left because things got a bit spoilery. )

Mattie has settled in at the Mansion--well, as best as she thinks she can. She's mostly content, even though Tom Chaney is still nagging at her in the back of her head. She can't help but think about him, really, and a part of her still wishes to pursue him ( Read more... )

Mattie sleeps well, considering the long day she's had. Little Blackie is nearby her, which comforts her and makes her feel safe. She's still afraid of the snakes that come out at night even though Rooster told her that they don't attack young girls, but for now, she tries to forget that ( Read more... )