Perhaps the snow has begun to melt, and a patch or two of bare grass upon which one may enjoy the bright, cold winter sunlight might be found. A young woman seems to have found one such a spot, at any rate ( Read more... )

From the woods comes a husky alto voice, bright and enthusiastic, not seeming to mind (as she may have once) that it is not so sweet or pure as is thought pretty in a lady-- or, indeed, of a boy ( Read more... )

Having finally been enlisted into pulling his weight with the household chores, Ganymede is out in the garden, trying to pick off the last of the late summer berries before they rot or fall. It is, in his opinion, far too hot for this kind of word, but he dutifully drags his basket along behind as he travels down the bush. And he hasn't eaten that ( Read more... )

While drinking the enchanted wine made a nice dramatic exit, it does not change the fact that Rosalind is now a boy, which may come as a surprise to those who think she already is one. While the differences to her face and figure are far less noticeable than she might have hoped, she is several inches taller, and her voice several pitches deeper ( Read more... )

Ganymede has a feeling Cyrano may have guessed at a certain secret, which came as a rather unsettling surprise. So, he has found a spare room in the mansion with a great, tall mirror, and is regarding himself rather critically in it. It is certainly an odd scenario in which to find a shepherd boy, but perhaps it is only that he is finally reaching ( Read more... )

With the weather so warm, it seems only fitting to spend every waking moment outside. To that end, Ganymede is sitting at the very edge of the wood, watching the slow summer sunset.

Ganymede is, quite frankly, sulking. Thanks to an unexpected encounter with Marius in the Mansion, he is now dressed rather more like a lord than a shepherd. This does not bother him nearly so much as his hair, which used to be a middling shade of red or blonde (mostly because the typist couldn't decide on an icon...), but is now a deep, dark red ( Read more... )

Ganymede is out in the woods. This, of course, is nothing new, nor is his position beneath a tree, knees drawn up to his chest and looking up at the sky from between the leaves. Someone who knows him well, however, might notice he seems quieter than is his custom.

It is, at last, feeling a bit springish. True, the grass is wet from rain and there's a distinct bite to the wind, but it's close enough for Ganymede, who has hardly stepped back inside since the sun came up. He's cut his hair short again, not even reaching his chin (for the outdoors make her feel that of course she is Ganymede, and would never ( Read more... )

Ganymede's hair is getting long again. It reaches nearly to her shoulders now, and curls in to frame her face, emphasizing the softness of her jaw, the roundness of her cheeks. As Ganymede, it is always a bit of a mess, curls and cowlicks everywhere. Rosalind has brushed it out now, though, smooth and soft, like it was when she was was a princess, ( Read more... )