It was impossible for A to miss the turn of seasons, with all the work he did outdoors in his garden. Impossible to miss the cool turn the weather had taken. It was a little sad to see summer go, but there was beauty in colder weather as well.

But some things required warmth, and there was just barely enough. Thus, the owl.

River ( Read more... )

The shopping trip with L had been humiliating, and had managed to put A quite off the matter for a while. But the more he thought about the unpleasant exercise, the more he hoped that all that stress would lead somewhere, and even if that wouldn't be immediately, the idea of taking further steps in that direction was a pleaant one ( Read more... )

So, yes, the muns are plotting. Poor Maddie, the target of that plotting. Little does she know that as she goes into the Compy Lab to see what horrorswonders await her ( Read more... )

Cooking magazines had become something of a hobby to River of late. A had mentioned not too long ago handing out a meal again in the Great Hall, and one of the magazines she'd purloined from the old stacks in the library had yielded a recipe for 'cucumber sandwiches' and entertaining to plan around the eating of said snacks. Since the sandwiches ( Read more... )

It was a nice day, and A decided a picnic would be good. Specifically, a picnic with River, in the out-of-the-way mangosteen grove. It was with that in mind that he packed a picnic lunch, then knocked on her door. If the didn't want to go, he could send the food to Kaga or the Baron, and if she said yes, they wouldn't have to wait to leave ( Read more... )

Being a very intelligent young lady, River realized soon after the most recent date with A (though not too soon, there had been plenty of cuddling and snuggling) that Things were starting to gt a little more grown up between them, and that it was probably time to talk to someone. Someone who wasn't her brother, because... well, Simon wasn't really ( Read more... )

Another day well-spent studying, exploring, and playing with cats and a very solemn tarsier was coming to a close when River noticed a note left for her on her desk. It was an invitation from A to join him for dinner (and so sweetly formal it was, too) and obviously an offer she wouldn't dream of refusing ( Read more... )

River's feet had started walking before her cognition caught up with her brain catching up with her feet. But her head was right where her feet were going: wherever A was. There was a bad, black feeling where a happy, gentle feeling should be. This was abnormal, as well as scary and painful. She went as fast as her feet could take her - which was, ( Read more... )

( To L )

A had spent a productive day's experimentation with River - culinary experimentation, that is! He had promised to send Baron Harkonnen something to eat, and he always liked giving his friends something to eat ( Read more... )