The Great Southern Desert, September

Sep 15, 2007 18:17

Alanna sat curled up in her tent, absentmindedly petting Faithful and staring a little absentmindedly at the bandage on her forearm.

A little to the left. Faithful purred. And it shouldn't bleed through, so stop being emo at it."I'm not ... I'm just thinking things through, that's all." Alanna paused. "And please never use that word again. ( Read more... )

book three, letters, woman who rides like a man

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needsaparrot September 16 2007, 07:18:50 UTC
Dear Sir Alanna,

Good: We put the school back together.
Bad: It got taken over by a crazy witch.
Good: We got rid of her.
Weird: Constable Fraser and I sang the song about the weeds at her.
Her head: didn't explode.
Bad: My Slayer turned into a bird.
Good: She got better.
Sort of: Now she wants to be a mime.
In conclusion: Pie No, really, a mime. But just to get rid of a fake vampire.

~Xander

P.S. No, seriously, a mime. Where did I go wrong?

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