aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)

"Because everything is better with the end of the world."


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Mar. 19th, 2019 06:18 pm
aldersprig: (Theocracy)
The battle against the Noknuxo had been raging for months.  The space-faring aliens had clearly superior tech - weapons that were huge and completely incomprehensible that made noises that could not be predicted and left swaths of damage in their wake.  Their lasers were precision-targeted and le

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aldersprig: (Science!)
Abby took a step backwards, and another, until 'Via caught her. "Easy," 'Via murmured in her ear.  "It's okay."

She forced herself to look at - at herself.  Except dripping wet and dripping blood from what remained of a leg, leaning on a Liv who was dripping both water and blood, too.

"The - the sharks."  She worked her throat.  "Remember? And before that, the fire.  This is - this is all the deaths we could have died.  It can't be.  We can't have died this many times."

“We could have.” ‘Via shifted a little.  “I mean. It’s not — I mean.  We don’t know how many malls there are.  We don’t know how many of them anyone came through.  We don’t know if the mall just generated new versions.”

“Some of the malls were fake.  Who told us that?” Liv frowned.

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aldersprig: a derelict house (Haunted House)
First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous:  Wants and Desires

🌳

In retrospect, Mélanie thought perhaps she ought to have expected a question like that.  Dressing her in silk, treating her like a partner - she shouldn’t have been surprised that he asked her if she wanted anything.  Wanting her to want things, wanting to get her things, seemed on par with everything else that he’d done so far.

That it took her completely by surprise was a sign she wasn’t paying attention.

She blinked at him.

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aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
🐻


“Like this place?”  Carrone shook his head.  “No, you weren’t. You were going stir-crazy staying in one place.  I can’t imagine what you’re like at — at home. Cooped up in a single building…”
“Well…” She let a smile linger on her lips for a moment. “It has its benefits.”
“I was trying to explain those to our friend here, but she didn’t want to hear it.  I mean, if she’d listened to me telling her it was an Imperial Cabin…”
“Well, then maybe she might have left when she had a chance.  Unless you were offering to show her exactly how nice the Imperial Bed is…?”
The woman squirmed but said nothing.
“Would you be jealous if I did?”

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
A story of Tír na Cali

Two lawyers and a judge bent over the paperwork, nearly-identical frowns on their faces.

Outside, in the waiting room, a red-haired man waited with all appearance of patience.  He was wearing a slim golden collar beneath the open-necked shirt of his expensive suit and a much less slim ring on his left ring finger.

“Is it legal?” the left-hand lawyer frowned. She bore a familial resemblance to both of the other women in the room,but her hair was a slightly darker shade of red and it was beginning to be touched with white at the temples.

“She dotted every i and crossed every t,” the second lawyer — younger, her suit slightly better tailored — opined. “She has it signed by all the right people.”

“They have no children?” the judge checked.

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aldersprig: a derelict house (Haunted House)
First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous:  Honest

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Jasper was still laughing. Mélanie was staring at him with something between horror and worry.  Had she broken him?  Was he going a little mad?  Was this what happened right before he finally got angry with her?  

“Easy, easy,” Jasper managed through a chuckle.  “Oh, my dear, easy. Telling me that you think I’m doing something wrong.  Being a little difficult? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed at you.” He draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him.  “I do apologize. I know you were serious. And I take it seriously — I do!  — that you feel strongly enough about this that you’d tell me you thought I was doing something wrong.  I know that’s hard for you.” He squeezed her a little more firmly. “It’s just that if that’s what it takes to get you to give me your opinions more often, it’s tempting to go find the nicest little old couple I can find and bilk them out of their life savings.”

“Don’t do that!”  Mélanie twisted in his hold to stare at him.  “No, don’t — please, I mean —”

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
There's always fiction of mine scattered all over the web!



On Ko-Fi, free for anyone to read:After the End - the gods gather to discuss the resultsThe Place at the End of the Mists - Tilda walked into the mists.  Eventually, she walked outFriday Thing - He showed up on Friday.On Patreon -

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aldersprig: (lock and key)
🔑



Chitter squealed as she was dragged into the back seat, but the moment Erramun was cradling her, she stopped complaining.  “I’m—” She smushed her face into Erramun’s chest.
“Easy, my young friend, easy.  There’s always going to be more that you can learn.  There’s always going to be more that you can do. But you can only grow so fast, and you can only do so much.  It’s a hard lesson to learn, I know—”
“It’s a stupid lesson,” Chitter muttered.  Ezer kept his face forward and drove, but Senga could see him peering in the rear-view at them.
“It is,” he agreed, “but we all have to learn it at some point.  So. I’ll help you get the education you need, but you have to accept that it’s okay.  You made a mistake, yes, but nobody got hurt-”
“You got shot!”

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aldersprig: a derelict house (Haunted House)
When I was in college, I learned a planning style that occasionally I re-remember.

This was during my Technical Writing class, and it was designed for planning a writing/publishing project, such as an advertisement brochure.

Turns out, it works pretty well for actually plotting out things like… renovations, too.

And spring is sort of coming now.  So I’m starting to figure out the planning for some of our extant projects.

They’re big ones.  I mean, it’s a house and I want to redo everything in it eventually.

(probably even the bedroom that we did first, because the walls still need redoing and we still don’t really have a closet.)

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aldersprig: (lock and key)
🔑



The tension in the van was slowly receding.  Ezer looked pleased with himself.
“Chitter, good job as always on getting into their systems, and your little bugs are the shit,” he kept on.   “Love ‘em. Allayne - you patched Erramun up so fast, I didn’t even get a chance to see the hole. Thanks. And Senga and Erramun, you guys definitely held their attention and kept to your roles the whole time.” He looked back in the mirror at them.  “Try not to get so bloody next time, all right? It makes me techy.”
Without a word, Chitter passed him a candy bar.  Ezer snorted. “Fine, fine, it makes me bitchy.  I don’t know, Chitter, anything out of that security guard?”
“Allayne triggered something, not an alarm, some sort of tertiary back-up.  Yes, I know I should have caught it, yes, I feel like an idiot for not catching it, but it was really well hidden.  It was - look, here, see?”
“You know it doesn’t mean anything to me,” Ezer complained.

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
In Seldith stood seven estates.

There were many houses, of course, some of them large enough to be considered manors, many buildings and homes and a great number of farms and plantations - but there were seven Estates.

From East to West, the first was the home of the Leader and thus whoever lived there had the First Vote, which was most powerful.  The second home was for the Head of Priests, who held the second vote.

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
I discovered probably a year ago that drawing maps, when there’s no stress and no requirement, is a very soothing activity for me.  I have some doodled maps that chart spaces that don’t yet exist in fiction and may never see paper, but they were still very fun to make.  I even plotted a journey of

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
New setting or one-shot, just an idea that came to mind, slightly inspired by The Exiles Trilogy and slightly by my inability to stop singing Good King Wenceslas.  

🎖️

“So let today hereby be named the Day of the Martyr Baloran, with all due pomp and ceremony, and let us remember this day by, hrm, bu picking up rocks from our neighbors’ fields and using them to help build the walls between fields, on my authority and honor as the leader of this colony-”

“Ah, honored one?”  Gerilip did not like interrupting the Leader, but her job lead her to need to quite often.  “Today is the day of the Blessed Epolitie.”

“Ah.  What about Baloran’s birthday?”

“The day of the Blood-Consecrated Delfikin.”

“Ah, hrm. The day Baloran joined the Service?”

“That’s the feast of the Holy One Relian.  Honored One,” Gerilip cut in, before this could get quite silly, “there is only one day left open on the calendar.”

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
First: Running in the Bear EmpirePrevious: Hunting



🐻



She watched the pebble flow true and thunk hard against a forehead before she had time to process who was standing there.  No weapons out, no Imperial insignia, not someone she knew — they looked startled and took three steps back.
She dropped her slingshot in a pouch and grabbed her longknife.  “Hello.” If they had darts, they’d be going for a pouch; a wrist-dagger, they’d be shifting their wrist, a sword or blade, reaching for their back or thigh.  Sher shifted her weight to her back leg and got ready to block with a wrist or an elbow if she had to.
The woman had her hand halfway to her neck when the “Hello” seemed to make her pause.  With her hand still hanging in the air over her shoulder, she cleared her throat. “Hello.”
“Are you here to kill me?”  The woman had the same blonde Bear-family hair as Deline, the same blue eyes and broad shoulders. Probably not a Deklegion bounty hunter, but it didn’t do to take stupid risks.
“Depends.”  The woman rubbed her forehead where the rock had hit her.  “Who are you?”

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous:  Upset

🌳

Once again, Mélanie was in the wagon, this time back in the front. Once again, she was leaving the House behind. She waved as they left; two of the shutters on the second floor clacked back at her in what she was going to assume was a wave.

The horses seemed to like the trip to town. Their ears were pointed forward and their clip-clopping hooves seemed happy, like they were going someplace they knew and liked.

Jasper caught Mélanie looking more than once.  “You can still talk to them if you want,” he encouraged her, the third time he’d smiled at her as she’d turned away blushing.  “They like the apples the carter in town feeds them, I think, but I don’t really talk well to them.”

“I can?”  She leaned forward happily and muttered a Working, slipping into their contented minds. They liked going this way.  This way came with happy places. They was way easy, and the Human was happy when he left here.

She chuckled. “Aw.  They like you, I think.  They like you being happy.”



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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
Abby took ‘Via’s hand and put it on her hip, curling the fingers around her belt loop, and squeezed until ‘Via  held on of her own volition. She took Olly’s hand with her left hand and held on to Liv’s arm with her right hand.  

“Close your eyes,” she told all three of them.  “Keep them closed. We’re going to walk forward now, everyone all set?  There we go, forward, forward.”

She shut up as she came nose to nose with the first ghost, closed her own eyes and took two steps forward.

It felt like a ghost of fire touching her skin - like the memory of sensation without the pain or the heat, just a strange flickering touch.  She moved forward as one of the three - Had to be Olly, the sound was coming from her left - yelped.

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
In March my Patreon will be all about...

...

Research!



 

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
It’s March! Aaaaa!

Okay! So, in February, I:

* Sent out 26 initial letters or postcards, to which I received 6 replies, to which I’ve replied, so far, to 4, with one more almost ready to mail
(32, 6 in)
* Received 6 initial letters, to which I’ve replied, so far, to 4, with one more almost ready to mail
(32+4 = 36; 6+6=12)
* Received one reply to my reply, which I’ve replied to.
(37 out, 13 in)

I mailed out two letters already today as well, both initial.

I wrote to:
* 5 relatives, with 4 more planned
* 10 complete strangers (from Twitter and the LetterMo and InCoWriMo sites
* People I’ve known for years
* People I only know on Discord or Mastodon
* 1 person who used to live with me
* 1 person I met through 4TheWords

And, as far as I know, I have had one piece of mail completely lost in, well, the mail.

I plan to:

finish my list of people-to-write-to, so if you haven't gotten a letter yet and you asked for one, have faith!  It will get there.
Write back to everyone who wrote to me
Take the 10th, 20th, and 30th of each month to write out letters to people or reply to letters I get in the meantime.
Finish my STAMP card eventually (LetterMo Bingo, shown below)
Make some envelopes
Keep making Letter art.



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Sick Day

Feb. 26th, 2019 08:49 pm
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
I'm home sick!  And I'm home sick with something banal!

When I woke up Saturday with a cold, I was actually excited.  There've been so many obnoxious "what is WRONG with me?" "Is this a symptom of something extant or is it something new?" "What did my medicine DO to me?" in the last two years that having something whose symptoms I recognized completely, something that I understood what to do about, was more than a relief; I was cheerful!

Of course, on day 4 (maybe 6) of this, I am not so bright and excited, but hey, I have been taking naps and drinking lots of fluids and husband has been making me lots of tea.  A nap in front of the fire is a pretty nice way to spend part of the day, especially with a cat asleep on my belly (That would be Merit, the one of our three who has really mastered sleeping-on-people). 

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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
Author's note: Guys, this one gets a little dark, even for this setting. If you want to skip it, let me know and I'll DM/email you a summary.  Content warning is for description of formerly-alive people showing their methods of death.

👻

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aldersprig: a derelict house (Haunted House)
First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous:  Preparations

🌳

“It’s weird,” Mélanie mused, as they settled boxes of goods into the back of the wagon, the sunlight coming down through the trees in dappled waves.

“Leaving? Seeing the house in the daylight?” Jasper guessed.

“Something like that, yeah. Leaving and just- well, just thinking about just leaving to go to town, I guess.”



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aldersprig: (lock and key)
First: Running in the Bear EmpirePrevious: What's Your Name?



🐻



“Are you sure you know how to hunt things that aren’t people?”  
Deline was teasing Carrone - mostly.  They had been living in the cabin for four days, and she was beginning to get more on edge than she wanted to admit.  
It was easy enough to settle in to a routine - gather and hunt in the morning, cook a big meal in the afternoon and settle in to bed in the evening.  It was easy enough to pretend that they were just having a little rest stop along the way, getting to know each other. But Deline knew that they were hiding, and she knew that she had to get back to the capital, and she knew that with every day she didn’t - with every day she didn’t make it back, there was a chance that they wouldn’t make it back, and if they didn’t, her information died with her.  And that wasn’t acceptable.
So she was teasing Carrone for losing another deer.  

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Bad Fight

Feb. 26th, 2019 03:22 pm
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
Written to a prompt I found here. 



Red wasn't supposed to be out on his own yet.  He was supposed to be a sidekick.  He was supposed to be following Blue around still, maybe cracking wise and maybe just mopping up the henchmen that got away.

But that wasn't what he'd signed up for.  That wasn't what he'd been training until all hours of the night for, sneaking out of study hall for, spending every minute he could in the lab for.  No.  No, he was a meta, a shining new example of the Modern Superhero - that h

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aldersprig: (Theocracy)
I just really like the image I made for the May 2016 Prompt Call so I'm sharing it - a family gallery wall :-)



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aldersprig: (lock and key)
🔑



The ride back was tense.  Nobody spoke a whole lot, except Allayne, murmuring quietly over the wound in Erramun's back, pulling out the bullet and healing the muscle and sinew and skin.  Ezer muttered at traffic, Chitter muttered at her cameras - including the tiny button camera and mic Senga had planted in the desk, including the one Erramun had planted on a pillar, including the clever little skimmer they'd managed to get on the guards' computer.  Erramun was silent as his name.
Senga was steaming with anger and twitching with worry and said nothing at all.  She held Erramun's hand, even though he obviously didn't need it, and the way that his fingers traced over the back of hers told her that he knew, too, that she needed it.
"There," Allayne breathed.  They were nearly to the garage.  "All better. Damn, are you telling me you don't have a Man of Steel Working in your repertoire?"

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aldersprig: (Oligarchy)
I'm still doing LetterMo (and InCoWriMo)!  As of today I have mailed out 22 letters/postcards/cards (with one ready to go in the mail), received 3 replies and one letter-not-a-reply, and drawn castles, maps, lava, clouds, and barns.

I've talked about the weather a lot, Ithaca, winter activities, and whatever else came to mind - including often the paper or card I was writing on.

And Friday and today, as a reward for finishing my work self-evaluation and then for getting the taxes done and sent, I bought a bunch of stationery. 

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The Visit

Feb. 14th, 2019 06:33 pm
aldersprig: (tea3)
He could have had any man or woman in the whole nation — probably in several of the adjacent nations as well. He was a brilliant man,a dashing pirate, and his airship was one of the finest known to navy nor fleet. He was a folk hero the likes of which had not come since Dywin Talizen in the age of stories and myths.

And his airship had ducked in, dodging the royal navy ships and the cannons, to visit a political prisoner in a quiet exile in a mountainous corner. He had brought her a rose, the sort of gift that fit the stories, risking everything for a romantic gesture.

He couldn’t stay long; he couldn’t even risk a kiss, even if she would have accepted it. But he brought her a rose.

And he brought her a key.



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aldersprig: (Oligarchy)
Today I think I would like prompts for microfic on couples, romance, and slash, please.



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aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
This month — as I did 2 years ago — I am participating in A Month of Letters / International Correspondence Writing Month.

The goals of these two remarkably similar things are, respectively:

Mail something every day the post runs in February; reply to every letter you get.
handwrite a l

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aldersprig: (Oligarchy)
‘Via’s stuff turned out to be in a record shop a few rooms down.  She had her own nest there, but it looked more like a hovel or a hut than a comfortable place to stay.  She muttered something that sounded almost like an apology, but Abby really wasn’t listening. She had caught sight of the people on one of the record sleeves.  ‘Via was right. She didn’t want to know what the rabbit-them looked like.



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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
“No shooting Abby!”  Liv-home put herself between Liv-Angry and Abby.  “None of that! She’s going to get you out of here.  You heard!”

“I - what?  Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it but I wasn’t going to shoot Abby.”  Liv-angry was now more like Liv-befuddled. “No, you idiots. I wasn’t going to shoot her.  But think about being left here for weeks, months, all by yourself, in a place that appears to have been abandoned by giant rabbit-people!”

“You mean, like you were going to do to us?” Liv’s voice was dangerous, quiet.  “Yeah. I can imagine it all right. You’re not the only Liv whose Abby left her, you know.  Hell, last mall, we met a Vic whose Abby left her. Look, we’re not shooting ourselves or Abby or anyone else.”

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
The poll has spoken!  Friendship is not only magic, it will be the theme of February's Patreon!

https://www.patreon.com/aldersprig

I'm looking forward to some fun prompts for this month.

If you have some good ideas, now is a great time to wander over and join up at the $5 "To-do-list" level (where you get to sneak ideas onto my to-do list) or higher; since I'm about to go fix a broken pipe, might be a good time for the "toolbox and recipe box" level and since I'm on a map kick, you might enjoy the Map Case tier.

Too much?  Enjoy all the stories at the $1 level!



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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
Hi guys!



Sometime over December-January and my, uh, slight burn-out, I ran out of buffer on all but Hidden Mall (which has very short chapters). This leads to a stressed Lyn.



I am going to take next week (except Hidden Mall, already scheduled) off of posting fiction here - hopefully

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aldersprig: (lock and key)
🔑



“Sir.  Put the girl down.”



“I don’t like people getting in my business.  I don’t people assuming things that aren’t true,” Erramun-as-Eddy snarled.  Senga sort of wanted to be down, because the tension in the guards’ voices sounded like it was ratcheting up and she couldn’t see their faces.  



“We’re not getting in your business.  We’re just gonna call a taxi for the girl, okay?”





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aldersprig: a derelict house (Haunted House)
First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous:  Owned

🌳

Guilt washed over Mélanie in waves.  She dropped down to her knees from the chair and dropped her head to the floor but none of it helped.  She’d yelled at her master.  She’d yelled at him, and, and, and she’d made him feel horrible, and he’d apologized, which was not what was supposed to happen, and everything was cockeyed in the world and it was all her fault. “I’m sorry,” she gasped.  She felt as like even that was too much speaking, as if she should simply melt into the floor. Would the House let her do that? Would it open up and accept her?  And why hadn’t it interfered? “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“Oh, shit.”  Jasper hit the ground next to her.  Mélanie tried to curl up more on herself.  No, no, he wasn’t supposed to kneel, that was wrong. “Mélanie, please.  Ow, hey. Mélanie… look at me.”

That was an order.  She could follow orders.  She looked at him.

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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
First: Running in the Bear EmpirePrevious: Imperial Bed



🐻



For a moment, Deline thought that Carrone was simply stuck on a never ending circle.  Then she realized that he was smiling.



She smiled back at him.  “Well.” She raised her eyebrows. “I’d say ‘wouldn’t you like to know,” but I think we already established that you have an interest and an opportunity. But if we’re talking about the furniture... you could go upstairs and take a look yourself.  It’s not quite as modern as the one back in the Capitol, but it’s an Imperial Bed.”





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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
We had a storm this weekend!



I think it’s possible that, even if you didn’t live in the region hit by Harper, you’ve heard of the storm that hit this weekend.



It was one of those “the snow just keeps coming” sorts, and then, when the snow had settled down, then came the wind.  Huge gusts.



We were lucky: we didn’t lose power, we didn’t need to leave the house.  We were warm and cozy, or at least tolerably warm (Depending on which end of the house we were at).





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