Le Weekend and other drivel
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smokingbootWell that was fantastic!
Winter decided to play it gorgeous, and only demanded a general temperature drop as payment. The site was so incredibly beautiful I almost wanted to forget the event and wander round talking to trees and staring at the brilliant stars. I couldn't believe we were just outside Croydon.
The event was totally fab. Dubbed 'Operation Luvvie,' it was packed with really excellent and generous roleplayers, and as a butterfly fae (meant to be lithe but made astonishingly bulky by many layers of cocoon) I lithped and fwuttered around to my heart's content and really enjoyed myself.
We dropped in on Beloved Bear's family, where his gran gave us a secret surprise present: a rather juicy cheque, which, she told us, is to be spent specifically on a holiday. This means we could do Venice again in February, or go to Granada or down to Murcia. Or,if we put it in a high interest account, we could hold on a bit and go somewhere really interesting...my head is full of ideas, journeys to the frozen north to watch orcas and polar bears. Maybe I'm being somewhat sanguine. If the temperature in Croydon was enough to wrap me like a sausage roll, I don't know how I would survive the arctic circle.
BB isn't thinking of any of this, natch. New job comes first. But Smokingboot, who loves to travel, cannot get it out of her head...
Odd dream last night. I saw all the trees in my conservatory outside, fully grown, the wind blowing through their leaves. A being beneath their branches told me to be careful, that there was an [insert unintelligible word] near. The being tried to explain what the problem was. At last I felt I understood. 'It's a demon?' I asked. 'It is a devil,' came the grave reply. The being tried to tell me about it, but I couldn't understand. All I could make out was that this kind of devil lives in/near tall straight standing stones, which either have a peculiarly shaped surface, or stand in a peculiarly shaped ring of stones. The peculiar shape was like a rectangle but with the corners bending outwards. 'Does magic work on this devil?' I asked the being. It shook its head and tapped my chest. The rest I don't remember.
Winter decided to play it gorgeous, and only demanded a general temperature drop as payment. The site was so incredibly beautiful I almost wanted to forget the event and wander round talking to trees and staring at the brilliant stars. I couldn't believe we were just outside Croydon.
The event was totally fab. Dubbed 'Operation Luvvie,' it was packed with really excellent and generous roleplayers, and as a butterfly fae (meant to be lithe but made astonishingly bulky by many layers of cocoon) I lithped and fwuttered around to my heart's content and really enjoyed myself.
We dropped in on Beloved Bear's family, where his gran gave us a secret surprise present: a rather juicy cheque, which, she told us, is to be spent specifically on a holiday. This means we could do Venice again in February, or go to Granada or down to Murcia. Or,if we put it in a high interest account, we could hold on a bit and go somewhere really interesting...my head is full of ideas, journeys to the frozen north to watch orcas and polar bears. Maybe I'm being somewhat sanguine. If the temperature in Croydon was enough to wrap me like a sausage roll, I don't know how I would survive the arctic circle.
BB isn't thinking of any of this, natch. New job comes first. But Smokingboot, who loves to travel, cannot get it out of her head...
Odd dream last night. I saw all the trees in my conservatory outside, fully grown, the wind blowing through their leaves. A being beneath their branches told me to be careful, that there was an [insert unintelligible word] near. The being tried to explain what the problem was. At last I felt I understood. 'It's a demon?' I asked. 'It is a devil,' came the grave reply. The being tried to tell me about it, but I couldn't understand. All I could make out was that this kind of devil lives in/near tall straight standing stones, which either have a peculiarly shaped surface, or stand in a peculiarly shaped ring of stones. The peculiar shape was like a rectangle but with the corners bending outwards. 'Does magic work on this devil?' I asked the being. It shook its head and tapped my chest. The rest I don't remember.
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