Simple written words cannot express the pride I am feeling tonight... My children never will cease to amaze me with their brilliance. They are so unique, but also so wound of the beliefs that we made sure to raise them to cherish. Even now, they watch over others in the unfolding of a story that they did not create.

Harold. Perhaps I misjudged you ( Read more... )

I adore the sound of the wolves howling...music of a full moon's night. Mmmm.

Aah, sweet Solstice. This is my night...

I am not entertained by the elusive act of feeding my daughter ice cream cookies. I also have a sneaking suspicion that she has something to do with that fact that I cannot see who is responsible for it, nor will she tell me, of course.
Let us hope she lives through this extreme sugar high...or that I do.

...he is lucky he still loves him...

( Cut for those who really just will not care. Namely, everyone. )

Intriguing...

...so very interesting.

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market ( Read more... )

Precious Laurelan. You must be so occupied. Your guards are bored, I am thinking. There could be no other excuse with literally following me out into the night. Suicidal, one might think. I let him live though. I am feeling somewhat generous tonight. No, I will not make all of them fall victim to me. Not too badly, at least. He was fun to play with ( Read more... )

Tra la la. ♥