I'm going to start posting the JPs we had over the break, with the caveat that we still have some out in cyberspace. I'll post thread starts tomorrow. Katie...
It was fall, the first frost just beginning to show up on the children's morning walks... Jolyon had been protesting of late, not of the cold, but of the noted...
It was one of the rare times that Lorelai and Merlin weren't staying in Chaos, catching a fitful night's sleep with the sounds of advisors waking them much,...
She had finished her lessons and had learned much from her aunt. There were certain advantages to being Chaosian and Kat decided that shapeshifting certainly...
It was nice having some time, just the two of them. Servants didn't bother them unless they were called and they just relaxed, walked around, ate together....
The rainbow skirl of light that accompanies Trump travel blazes into existence, and each individual ray, each colour, lingers for a moment in the pulse, before...
The candles in his study show another late night spent amidst the paperwork of ruling a kingdom. A half touched glass of yellow wine does little to occupy his...
In his childhood, the main house had always seemed rather empty, at least, to Cowan's mind. He was an only child, unlike many of his distant neighbors, who had...
The sun, today, is covered by a rare treat of clouds this day, and the temperature in court is almost bearable. Baseka had never noted it before, and neither...
The long rays of the setting sun turned everything in the training garden of Amber golden, making even this mundane setting seem a little bit magical. There...
The month was almost up. In reality, Kat was already a bride of one month, but her entrance back into Amber had essentially paused that union, until Flora...
<<This was the last day, though, and even better, it was =evening= of the last day. The lower levels of Castle Amber were a warzone of staff, desperately...
... garden of ... magical. ... Benedict ... stacked ... Adrian ... then ... out, and ... Master of ... Lore slows her own pace, laughingly giving him a 'buck...
On this overcast day, the King-God hears demands from the farming lands... Nothing of interest, sadly. The court had become quiet, since the shoring up. It had...
The bar, frankly, reeked. It was the seediest, filthiest, dingiest bar Klasha and he could dig up, and quite frankly, if scum and gossip was what they were...
The Thelbane is no less intimidating than it had been, five years before, when Marietta had ventured there, and had met the King of Chaos, Alexei of Gorgon at...
Even though there is an enormous dining room just one flight down, Wraecca and Lillian rarely use... Most of the local folk are simply too erratic to arrange...
... cultural events ... you see ... you ... ... male or ... "What Georges means," says Imogen helpfully, "is that we can assign you either a female Needlewoman...
(fwd'ing for Mel) "What Georges means," says Imogen helpfully, "is that we can assign you either a female Needlewoman as your cultural guide - or one of our ...
... Wraecca ... erratic to ... often keeps ... One is ... taken up ... other side ... glances ... front of ... Tonight ... missing, ... Lillian, ... decide, at...
As she takes a large swig and grimaces, Scren can't hide a grin. "Good. Gives you hair on your chest." he whispers and takes a large glug himself. He squeezes...
Wraecca gestures with his fork. "I seem to recall this having happened once or twice before. She's getting to that age where she has to make her own...
... before, ... Alexei of ... travels alone. ... treaties of ... wasn't a ... Those they ... a formal ... was sparse, ... her... She ... them... ... any, were ...
Lore slows her own pace, laughingly giving him a 'buck up' pat on the back, "What's the matter, Aid? Don't you like Amber? You don't have to stay, you know....
... about shadows ... here... She ... have ... balance, and, ... "Nice blade, Da," Lore says admiringly, "Aid here, was just telling me how he couldn't wait...
"Remind me to call you when I want to throw a party." Kat commented between the rapid fire of directions that flew from Flora's mouth. Her mouth was quirked...
<<Flora sniffs. "I don't know who =else= you would call for arranging anything. Bleys? He has taste... A taste for brothels. You'd have more Needlewoman there...
Baseka is propped up on one elbow, lazily drawing glowing designs in the air with her finger, not paying much attention to the proceedings, concentrating ...
Kenton jumps, losing his rag. He glares at his daughter as he settles back down, and she begins to concentrate on her designs again... A left, a right, a swirl...
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