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The Prize Attained
Manhattan had gotten uglier. Navigating the streets, Sasha found a chill prickling at her skin at odds with the warmth of spring. For one who knew where to look, the signs of fae battling fae were plain, as much in the haggard lines on every mortal face as in any scars to the landscape ( Read more... ) -
On the Trickster's Day
Spring had come, thawing the earth and bringing unexpected--even unseasonal--warmth to New England. From all Sasha had been able to gather, the heat had had its usual effect on tempers. Already, she had reports of the March mud bearing host to the first few probing sorties of the warring season, and a week into April matters showed no sign of ( Read more... ) -
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Sasha greets her birthday as she has every year since she had found Ali and their family had begun: with a smile. She gives herself the day off from the office, focusing on the family and the wonderful celebration they've prepared. She feigns artful surprise at each delight she knew was coming, and genuine surprise at those which were kept hidden. ( Read more... ) -
Sweet Dreams
After the children are put to bed, in the (few!) quiet hours in the Trainer household, Sasha makes their boudoir even more of a den of comfort than usual: soft music competes with diffusing lavender oil for the air's most pleasant occupant; their bed is piled to overflowing with pillows and cushions, a few of which have yet to receive a baptism of ( Read more... ) -
Ides Gonna Have Fun
When Sasha first knew Ali, her birthday was not a happy time. With the coming of the children, however, came a majority opinion that all birthdays should be cause for celebration (and presents, and cake, and hats). Thus, the Ides are a day of decorations, of cheesecake, of presents wrapped and made (many sheets of construction paper gave their ( Read more... ) -
What's in a name? Everything.
Yule was always a day of revelry among the fae, one of the high holidays that marked the turning of the year. This Yule, there was even more cause for celebration, for Sasha had also chosen it as her daughter's naming-day ( Read more... ) -
Tradition Old, Tradition New
For nearly a century, Sasha had maintained a regimen of closeting herself on Samhain night, striving to glimpse the coming days at that moment when the veil is thinnest. She had filled volumes with cryptic prophecy, and spent near-endless hours puzzling through them afterward. It was a Tradition, and traditions were Very Important ( Read more... ) -
Fortune Favors the Prepared [Household]
It has been said that the border between pregnancy and madness is thin, hazy, and notoriously treacherous. It has also been said that the border between madness and being fae is either a good joke or a vicious lie. These pale distinctions are, on occasion, worth remembering ( Read more... )
