In an attempt to avoid any reflection on what is occuring, I'll try to summarize:

Last Night-
Midnight visitors:  1
Baths:  2
Mistreatment of silken garments: 1
Art lessons: 1
Old wounds: +
New wounds:  1
Games lost:  0
Games won:  0
Last minute rule changes:  *
Morning thefts:  1
Dinner Plans:  Plotting

+Impossible number to track.
*I'm still not keeping up on ( Read more... )

Last night I--

Actually due to my precautionary nature,  it is better that I not try to keep score of recent events.    However, I do feel that I can say with some measure of confidence that I have 'moved'.

I do need a new pair of shoes.

The view of Amber from the roof was spectuclar and there were several eye-opening moments to be had.  I have to ( Read more... )

Apparently, more thought should be put into having people over for dinner.  I will make other arrangements in the future.   However, the dinner went very well despite a certain guest having to dash off for 'business' and another being covered with Ambrosia.  I really am looking forward to a chance to visit Jibril's Alhambran home.  I do wonder if ( Read more... )

. . .

Tea went well.  A pleasant conversation in Alhambran.  It is unfortunate that I could not introduce Lord Jibril to the rest of the house as he is a long 'lost' relative.  I believe I have convinced him that I am not interested in becoming wife number thirty-six despite the 'honor'.  He is planning a trip to Alhambra to visit with his 'harem ( Read more... )

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now Reason ( Read more... )

What is the matter with me?  Certainly, I lost the past century in a shadow mirror trap and if that isn't enough to make a woman a little suspicious of vanity, what is?

Then there is the memories of the oter life that I represed pressing against me all at once.   The music is louder and more insistent because I repressed it so long.   Part of the ( Read more... )

*********Adult theme?********

[Delilah]

Multiple passions simmer in the depth of hazel eyes, secreted by a thick fringe of dark lashes. Wild black hair tumbles over her shoulders and spills down her back in perfect disarray that could only be deliberate. A blush to her cheeks and the faintest application of color over her eyes serve to ( Read more... )

The PUPPY won this match?

Vegeance must be plotted.

At the door to the Kincaid's suite, Delilah says, "Uncle Kincaid?"

Kincaid enters from the south.

Delilah stands near his door; she may not have expected a response. Her voice had a certain pitch that might be a near match for Desirata's. She does have fine control of the sound. "Hello."

Kincaid opens the door, finding Delilah there, a lone brow is ( Read more... )

**************Because Navarre was wandering around the house the morning after, I do not have a clean log of that--but I do have the night before and him waking up the next morning*****************

Navarre pushes himself out of the door of Bloody Bills and manages to go about ten steps before stumbling a little. It takes a second or two but he ( Read more... )