The whole world whispering
Born at the right time…
We danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn
We laughed in the faces of kings, Never afraid to burn
Everything not mandatory is forbidden
The sun set quickly, as if it wanted to get out of the way.
This story comes after Hostage Situation, Ketchup, Salt, and Released. Jin, Aud & Sage’s teenaged child, has dealt with a hostage situation in unique fashion. 🥞
Police Captain Iverny was not having a good day.
That was not true: Some parts of his day were very good. The part where the monster in the bank had only managed to kill one person – that was wonderful.
The Tzarin and his people wanted to leave slow and late the next day, so Raizel and the DIamond crude mountain people, and they found themselves angry and uncomfortable with their result.
The Raven was quiet as they walked, which suited Raizel. It was early, the sun was low and rising lazily, and she wanted to make good time while the weather was clear and cool.
When he started humming, she tried to ignore it, but the tune was catching, the sort of thing that spiraled its way into your ear and took up residence there. She found herself humming along.
It was only when she caught him glancing at her sidelong, smirking, that she stopped the humming, flustered. “What?”
“You sing very nicely. and you handled those idiots quite well.”
Not our cable! Because we'd know if we owned something like that. But no. Clearly this is something that's up to debate rather than a fact - and my SIL is not planning on losing a debate with her little sister. It went something like this:
SIL: You forgot this cable. Should I send it?
Wife: That's not ours.
SIL: It is yours.
W: No, it's not.
SIL: Well, my son saw you use this cable, so it must be yours.
Wife: No, we used a cable with the same color that we brought back home with us.
SIL: Oh well you must've grabbed it from the cabin.
Wife: We really didn't.
Me: What is happening.
SIL: It says 'Beats'
Wife: We don't have any white Beats cable.
SIL: (We'll see about that. *hands over*)
11-year old nephew: HI THIS IS YOUR PS4 CABLE WE'RE SENDING IT NOW
Me: What. Is. Happening?!?!
Wife: *shrug* Welcome to my family this is a thing here.
None of the plants in Addergoole’s grotto were, technically, toxic. That is, they might cause you to have convulsions, visions, insomnia, narcolepsy, or possibly just a warm and fuzzy feeling, but they would not kill you — or, at least, they wouldn’t kill an ordinary human or Ellehemaei child. Some of the Changes, normal air would kill them, and Valentina could not speak for her plant life in those cases.
She enjoyed encouraging experimentation and enjoyed more watching the results of the experimentation. After all, every plant in the grotto was the result of“hey, what happens if…?” — Hers and Laurel Valerian’s, mostly, although students other staff had put in their ideas from time to time. Isabella Even-hand in the kitchen had the most brilliant ideas. Most of her plants lived up in the orchard or the sunlight gardens, but there were a couple, including the Angry Peach, that deserved their place in the grotto — and made the most aggressive desserts.
“Hey.” One spikey-haired first-year student flopped down on the soft moss next to another first-year, lanky and dark-clad and serious-looking. “Have you tried chewing on the purple leaves? They make sort of a tingling feeling, and then you just don’t feel anything at all for a while.”
Emotional numbness, Valentina wrote, in her unseen perch up in a prickly-pear tree. She’d been growing the purple-leafed plant for its bark and the bast fibers in its stem.
“Don’t feel anything at all? Sounds better than those yellow berries. Give it here.”
Long-term effects? She’d have to keep an eye on these two.
Caroline’s adviser liked to leave her notes.
She almost never saw Dr. Comey. There was the big lecture on Mondays and the team meeting on Wednesdays, of course, and then sometimes there was the all-department meetings, which Dr. Comey sometimes deigned to attend, but the Dr. - who was so old the legend said that when they’d rebuilt the faculty wing of Ivy Hall, they’d just picked up Dr. Comey’s office and built the new building around it - preferred to work in late nights and early mornings, and Caroline’s schedule was such that she worked in the lab generally late mornings and late afternoons.
But Dr. Comey would leave her notes: combine experiment A with experiment B. Note results. Ask Sally to enter request for life test subjects again.
All Dr. Comey’s administrative help were “Sally.” The current one - Crystal - confided that they took it like a title, “Current Sally for Dr. Comey,” and took no offense from it.
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Cross posted here: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2017/08/
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Thursday, January 4, 2001
Abednego couldn’t help but notice the fuss on the other side of the dining hall.
He was pretty sure they noticed it in the next state (even if he was a little confused what state that might be, here underground). Arna - what had Arnbjörg been up to? She’d stomped right up to that table with the six-armed girl and her friends, just like she stomped up everywhere. Abednego had tried not to cringe, but he hadn’t bothered not watching. She was glowering at the six-armed girl and the collared boy next to him.
“What does she think she’s up to?” Eris sounded fascinated. It was the first time Eris had sounded interested in anything since Zita left. (Left. Was taken. Was “rescued”. Was gone). Abednego wasn’t sure that boded well for whatever she was interested in.
So, I've been dealing with a family medical thing, and not much on the internet. I have a partially-written post about the wonderful writer's conference I went to last month that I haven't finished, and other stuff to share, but mostly what's been on my mind is this medical thing, and it's not my story to tell (which I am finding is frustrating for a storyteller to deal with). But I will continue to respect the person's wish for privacy, and not share details. It's nothing to be alarmed about, however, though I was worrying for a while. But medical stuff is always like that--there's always a chance things could go wrong, or something is worse than the doctors thought. So you worry. It's a part of being human, I think.
Today I'm wishing I could travel to see the eclipse properly in totality, but it is not to be. We'll see as much as we can from outside the clinic where there's a doctor's appointment shortly after as much of the totality as we'll get to experience. I guess I'll count my blessings and be happy that the appointment isn't during the height of it.
The cards are set out in a big window, out of their silk wrappings to absorb the energy of the eclipse.
I'm going to offer a five-card reading for $25 or a three-card for $20, or if you want a larger reading we can discuss costs. As always, a signal boost will allow you to ask for a clarification card on some part of this reading, if you wish.
Or, of course, you can simply ask for a single card (with the usual clarifying card for people who tip or boost the signal). The guitar case below is my personal PayPal link, featuring my own artwork, which still inspires me even though it isn't Tarot-related.
So, let's see if I can offer some some inspiration or spark some creativity for you. You can ask about real life or a creative project, or even a game. Ask that once-in-a-lifetime question, if you want, in your heart if you don't want to write it out. Perhaps the energy of the eclipse will offer special insight. I can draw a card for you to meditate on, to represent the Guide you need right now, or to get you unstuck. I can draw a card for a character or can draw a card or cards for you to use as writing or art prompts, and I can modify a more-traditional spread into a prompt for a story focusing on plot or characters or a little of both.
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I've written before about why I do readings and some of the decks I use here, feel free to hop over and check me out. I'll wait.
I will reply to all requests. In the highly unlikely event that the number of requests nears my limits, I'll close this card draw by adding a clear note at the top of the post rather than risk leaving anyone without a response. However, I intend to stay open through the weekend, and longer for paid readings.
Thank you, Blessed Be, and Happy Eclipse!
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If I had been made to make a list, back in the times Before, of people I would most like to be stranded on a desert island with, he would not have been on the list…
Open to all Patreon Patrons!
Originally posted January 2013
“There’s a problem with the second restriction.”
The country of Foros had a lot of gods, and, like any good nation with a lot of gods, it had a lot of priests.
This is another recipe that is more than half technique, modified from an online recipe.
Sometimes you want a few pancakes, sometimes you want a lot. Sometimes you want a Just Right Amount, right in the middle.
This is written to a donation and request from thnidu for Desmond from Professor Smiff's eyes.
Telanien Smiff walked around her classroom slowly, looking at all of the newest Blue students. She liked Blue the best, something all of her fellow teachers assumed and nobody would ever ask her about.
This year, Blue had the Last Person Up The Stairs, an honor that they were very quiet about – except in the upperclassmen dorms, where she was certain the Blues were crowing about it. And the student in question was not, to Telanien’s eyes, all that impressive – just another teenage child from one of the poor streets, well-fit into a uniform, presumably by a collar that cared about impressions, that was good, but still out of place here. If this Desmond knew how many of his fellow students were High Street, he’d probably be even more uncomfortable around them. Or around the teachers.
Your focus is lacking, Telanien’s collar scolded. It liked to scold, but Telanien never took any offense. After all, they were a team, and sometimes a little push was helpful.
Speaking of pushes, Desmond was holding up his shield and very carefully not pushing. Was he worried about hurting Talia? The student in question did not look too young or too delicate, but you never knew.
“Desmond. Why aren’t you pushing?”
“Because I pushed already. Now it’s her turn to figure out how to push.”
Telanien poked at the reasoning a little, to see if it had holes, to see if Desmond was really interested in being ‘fair’ or just fond of Talia. She left them, content that that pair, at least, had understood that teamwork was a vital part of being a Collared Person.
There were always going to be new students, there were always going to be new collars – even a collar eventually reached the end of its life, after all, and certain threats the Collared People got into could actually do more harm to the collar than to the wearer, were they not irrevocably linked – but Telanien watched them all, every year, for the sparks that would make truly notable collared people – or truly dangerous magi.
Sometimes, she feared, they were one and the same.
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So... all's well that ends well?
It was a very nice drive, great to see Cap & Tal, got to look at some nice furniture, and I still have two days of weekend left!
What's new with all y'all?
Here's a super brief itinerary:
Aug 9th: To in-law's home in Switzerland
Aug 10th: More in-law's place
Aug 11th: Random hotel in Montreux
Aug 12th: In-law's mountain village chalet
Aug 13th: Back at in-law's place
Aug 14th: Flight home
Aug 15th: Home
Aug 16th: Flight to Sweden + apartment hunting in new town
Aug 17th: Meet ALL the new colleagues + fly back home
Aug 18th: Back at work
Or for anyone wanting to catch up on what I've been up to in slightly more (but still brief) detail:
Aug 9th: Woke to new plans announced by Family causing me to stress out and then calm down. Flight to Switzerland (resigned to Heathrow's awful Surprise Gate system); family dinner
Aug 10th: Lovely steam boat trip on Lake Geneva, the mountains still shrouded in clouds
Aug 11th: Original New Plan suddenly replaced by on the spot plan conveyed by phone after fun castle outing; causing me to... just kind of deal because this is what the in-laws are like and stressing out won't change anything. Night unexpectedly spent in random hotel!
Aug 12th: Family thermal pool trip; night spent in mountain chalet... really can't complain.
Aug 13th: Broke away from family to visit my home village & good friends there. Lots of time on trains. Also news from cat sitters that Meenie had escaped and been recaptured!
Aug 14th: Trip home; dealing with crappy Geneva airport (it really is the opposite of what you imagine when you hear the words "Swiss airport"), delayed flight, and general exhaustion from family + too little sleep.
Aug 15th: Errands including dentist (extra fun: discover at 2pm out on run that the 3pm appointment in calendar was 3pm SWISS TIME because Google was being "helpful" and appointment is actually due right now across town from where you're on a run...), unpacking Swiss bags to pack bag for Sweden trip.
Aug 16th: Up at 5am to catch flight out of Gatwick, then tight connection to arrive in New Town for the first time and scout it out before heading to apartment showing.
Aug 17th: Spend all day meeting new people, being introduced to new workplace and new town and doing a ridiculous amount of walking in nice (i.e. not my most comfy) shoes before catching a flight back and arriving home after 10pm.
Aug 18th: Back at work
I am deeply grateful for the Compeed band-aid/plasters that kept my heels from fraying completely, have broken all my steps per week records, and my legs are giving me a preview of what they will feel like in another thirty years.
( More details about the whole New Job New Town situation )
Taking prompts for one day on the theme of
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by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Thursday, January 4, 2001
“Good,” Doug grunted, as Arnbjörg pushed back against his strike with a block and a shouted No. “Fun power.” He took a step backwards, nodded. “Again.”
Again, and again, and again, blocking and pushing with her power and striking back, until sweat drenched her hair and she felt like her arms and legs were made of rubber. “Good. Enough.” Doug leaned against the wall and gestured at her. “Walk.”
She paced the small training room, once, twice, until he gestured to her, enough, and leaned against the wall with him.
“Fun power,” he repeated, and then, “Aelfgar kids. Always have fun powers.”
Doug didn’t say anything without purpose. Doug barely spoke. Arnbjörg glanced at him, waiting to see what else he’d say.
Things that WILL stay on the list: Ghost Story, Side Quest, Marked, Submission, tootplanet, and Patreon.
The rest of the list is open for suggestions as below:
What five things should stay on my writing list?
Rin & Girey Drabbles
The Hidden Mall
The Princess and the Tallest Tower
Return to Sender/Old Debts and Old Favors
A Prompt Call
Narnia/A Cat in the Closet
Buffy Goes to Addergoole
Work on Edally already
What else would you like to see?
Edited to add Links!
The Hidden Mall
Princess & the Tallest Tower
A Prompt Call
Narnia (A Cat in the Closet)
Originally posted April 29, 2012
If Jean had learned anything in the five years he’d been married to Zoe (and twice that if you included dating), it was that when her family said “tradition,” the best thing to do was to shut up and get out of the way.
The spellbook had been one of the best finds on the planet they had poetically called 17-5-12.
The original population had been something very close to humanoid, as far as the drawings, the records, and the shapes of the buildings showed.
Warning: this one makes me cry to read it. Written on or around December 2010.
In the Northeast, every city, every town, every blink-and-you’ll-miss-it village has at least one, a grove of trees that will never know the cut of a saw.
Diamond Raven was fussing at her as she walked over to the veiled Tzarin - but he walked with her the whole way. Raizel didn’t listen so much to his words as she listened to his tone. He wasn’t happy with her, no, but he was also worried for her. Worried about her? What could be all that dangerous about singing to a Tzarin? He might laugh at her. They all might. Courtiers, she had heard, were like that.
She stepped into the brilliantly-veiled tent - as covered and as decorated as the Tzarin himself - and bowed. “Prince, I hear you would have me sing for you.”
Just a glimpse. More to come. This is Lake Geneva from a window in the Chateau de Chillion.
The week in Switzerland was, despite the in-law stressors, an amazing experience. Being near the mountains of my birth always recharges my soul in a way I can't put into words (but I have some pictures for later that might help). Seeing stars wheel over the jagged black alpine silhouettes against the soft summer sky and then waking to slanting light cut by mountains as it streams into a valley is home. Walking along the lake so wide it sometimes seems like a calm green sea as seagulls whirl overhead is home... and of course restful hours spent gazing out the window of clean and spacious trains that (mostly) run on time is also home (though not as home as the backseat of an old SAAB struggling up the hairpin curves with the smell of hot asphalt and fresh hay wafting through the cranked-down window).
And I got to visit the home of my heart; my mountain home. I was in my grandparents house (if not their exact flat) again, where they lived from the early fifties and until the end of their lives. I walked the corridors and lawns where I roamed as a child, and I saw lizards and friendly cats and swifts and sparrows and clouds coming to sweep the mountains in their soft embrace.
Plus I got to spend time with people I love and kids I adore and family whose lives I want to be a part of.
Leaving was hard (leaving home is hard and I missed my grandparents even though I've had years - years and years and years for some - to get used to them not being around and I missed childhood) and our flight was late and today was full of errands and dentists and an embarrassingly slow & halting 6k. There was Twin Peaks to make up for it - we rewatched last week's ep and new-watched Sunday's ep back to back with cherry pie - and that was pretty awesome.
And then tomorrow - 5am start ugh - I'm going to Sweden by myself to look at (and hopefully secure!) an apartment where we can make our next home. In our new home town. Where neither one of us has ever been. And if that flight is late... Well that's a disaster to deal with then. (I'm nervous. Of course.) Then Thursday I meet my new library and my new colleagues (gulp) and then I fly back in time to sleep and go to work on Friday in our current home.
It's... it's A Week, that's for sure. (And that's not even going into any of what's happened in the rest of the world this week!)
But when I'm back - really back, properly rested and recharged back - I have pictures that I want to share. Of my home. The mountainous one. ♥
The celebration went on for a week, the Emperor and his new bride at every event, the bride in a shining new dress every day. Later, women who knew who to talk to would fight each other for the rights to this dress or that, as they would only touch the Princess’ body the once, and they were, both literally and in the more common sense, a king’s ransom, every single one of them.
And then the Princess went into the Tower, the Consort’s Tower, the bride’s Tower, the Tallest Tower, and the Emperor went back to the business of ruling a slightly-larger empire.