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understanding: a key component to marriage
Sybil had spent her time since arriving on the island acquainting herself with the compound, making the suite they were so graciously assigned more homey, and learning her way around the kitchen ( Read more... ) -
things that make you grow up faster
Sybil knew she was late meeting Sam, and felt very badly about it, but somehow couldn't fret the way she otherwise might have. For starters, she was very, very tired. She did not go around the alley way as usual, but went through the Pseudopolis house, sending the servants away from her with short, polite commands, and walked out the back way. ( Read more... ) -
low things in high places
No one knew about the death, except the people responsible, the people responsible for making sure no one knew about it, and everyone poor enough to know about it. It was a complex relationship ( Read more... ) -
heroes fallen like lilac from the branch
The walk to Cockbill Street was a long one. Sybil felt the desperation of the place the moment she set foot on its first cobble, but it only served to endear the place to her. It wasn't hers, and she had no charity to give it, but she loved a piece of it, and so she had to respect the place for precisely what it was if nothing more. Fred Colon ( Read more... ) -
on this glorious day in May...
To say the city was in turmoil would have been something of an understatement, but Sybil's well brought up tongue had yet to break free of it's age and sex appropriate shackles and come up with something better. The most she'd seen of it, of course, had been days earlier, when the strange and somewhat barbaric man had stormed into her home and ( Read more... ) -
chastity comes naturally. patience is learned.
Sybil sang scales. She arranged ridiculously ornate vases of flowers. She sat with Sam Whalebone (the first) and tried to probe the mysteries of where the inorganic things he ate went to- sometimes literally- and then she put out the fire and sent for a house-girl to clean up the char. She sat down daily and wrote someone from the list: von ( Read more... ) -
i've got to admit, it's getting better
Sybil clicked her tongue mildly at Sam Whalebone (the first) and tugged gently on the lead she'd had made for him. It was flame retardant- or was supposed to be. She was tinkering with it, herself. Her hair was up and netted closely to her head, or at least as close as it could get. There were literal multitudes of the auburn pseudo-curls, and ( Read more... ) -
things should be hard. that makes them worth it.
Sybil had never been prone to sleeping the way some aristocracy were. There just always seemed to be better things she could do with her time, and anyway she was an active kind of woman. Tending swamp dragons required all kinds of energy. When she became a wife, she simply found another output for it. Now, she had found yet one more ( Read more... )