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Accepting new applications from new and old RP blogs, trying to get back into writing again.
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
She smiles. *You know what to do, my dearest heart*
*Wish me luck against her guardian*
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
She takes her hand and presses them on her stomach. "You get to hold him first."
"No, no, Urd had that, you get this one."
"It's Audgisil"
"In that case I accept."
She smiles. "You deserve it."
*oh, by the way, I'm carrying Audgisil*
"Thank you."
*I look forward to meeting him.*
She smiles. *what are you up to?*
*Awaiting your command*
*You already had it. Find Felicty and bring her here. Whatever it takes, but PEACEFULLY*
*I will begin immediately*
She nods, smiling. "So I'm the new queeeen"
"A Title that fits you perfectly."
"Also, *look* at how much paperwork she neglected to do!" She whines, gesturing to the desk
"They tend to be like that," she nods, starting to go through them.
She turns her gaze apon Odin, pleading, and nudges a smaller stack to him
He already had three massive mounds he and the ravens had taken as their own and with a wave of his hand, splits that miniscule pipe among the .
She grins. "Thank you all so much, I owe you!" She says, starting to go through the remainder
"Think nothing of it."
She smiles and nods, focusing
What could have been a year or an hour passes before they finished.
*Found her*
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
She takes her hand and presses them on her stomach. "You get to hold him first."
"No, no, Urd had that, you get this one."
"It's Audgisil"
"In that case I accept."
She smiles. "You deserve it."
*oh, by the way, I'm carrying Audgisil*
"Thank you."
*I look forward to meeting him.*
She smiles. *what are you up to?*
*Awaiting your command*
*You already had it. Find Felicty and bring her here. Whatever it takes, but PEACEFULLY*
*I will begin immediately*
She nods, smiling. "So I'm the new queeeen"
"A Title that fits you perfectly."
"Also, *look* at how much paperwork she neglected to do!" She whines, gesturing to the desk
"They tend to be like that," she nods, starting to go through them.
She turns her gaze apon Odin, pleading, and nudges a smaller stack to him
He already had three massive mounds he and the ravens had taken as their own and with a wave of his hand, splits that miniscule pipe among the .
She grins. "Thank you all so much, I owe you!" She says, starting to go through the remainder
"Think nothing of it."
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
She takes her hand and presses them on her stomach. "You get to hold him first."
"No, no, Urd had that, you get this one."
"It's Audgisil"
"In that case I accept."
She smiles. "You deserve it."
*oh, by the way, I'm carrying Audgisil*
"Thank you."
*I look forward to meeting him.*
She smiles. *what are you up to?*
*Awaiting your command*
*You already had it. Find Felicty and bring her here. Whatever it takes, but PEACEFULLY*
*I will begin immediately*
She nods, smiling. "So I'm the new queeeen"
"A Title that fits you perfectly."
"Also, *look* at how much paperwork she neglected to do!" She whines, gesturing to the desk
"They tend to be like that," she nods, starting to go through them.
She turns her gaze apon Odin, pleading, and nudges a smaller stack to him
He already had three massive mounds he and the ravens had taken as their own and with a wave of his hand, splits that miniscule pipe among the .
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
She takes her hand and presses them on her stomach. "You get to hold him first."
"No, no, Urd had that, you get this one."
"It's Audgisil"
"In that case I accept."
She smiles. "You deserve it."
*oh, by the way, I'm carrying Audgisil*
"Thank you."
*I look forward to meeting him.*
She smiles. *what are you up to?*
*Awaiting your command*
*You already had it. Find Felicty and bring her here. Whatever it takes, but PEACEFULLY*
*I will begin immediately*
She nods, smiling. "So I'm the new queeeen"
"A Title that fits you perfectly."
"Also, *look* at how much paperwork she neglected to do!" She whines, gesturing to the desk
"They tend to be like that," she nods, starting to go through them.
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
She takes her hand and presses them on her stomach. "You get to hold him first."
"No, no, Urd had that, you get this one."
"It's Audgisil"
"In that case I accept."
She smiles. "You deserve it."
*oh, by the way, I'm carrying Audgisil*
"Thank you."
*I look forward to meeting him.*
She smiles. *what are you up to?*
*Awaiting your command*
*You already had it. Find Felicty and bring her here. Whatever it takes, but PEACEFULLY*
*I will begin immediately*
She nods, smiling. "So I'm the new queeeen"
"A Title that fits you perfectly."
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
She takes her hand and presses them on her stomach. "You get to hold him first."
"No, no, Urd had that, you get this one."
"It's Audgisil"
"In that case I accept."
She smiles. "You deserve it."
*oh, by the way, I'm carrying Audgisil*
"Thank you."
*I look forward to meeting him.*
She smiles. *what are you up to?*
*Awaiting your command*
*You already had it. Find Felicty and bring her here. Whatever it takes, but PEACEFULLY*
*I will begin immediately*
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
She takes her hand and presses them on her stomach. "You get to hold him first."
"No, no, Urd had that, you get this one."
"It's Audgisil"
"In that case I accept."
She smiles. "You deserve it."
*oh, by the way, I'm carrying Audgisil*
"Thank you."
*I look forward to meeting him.*
She smiles. *what are you up to?*
*Awaiting your command*
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
She takes her hand and presses them on her stomach. "You get to hold him first."
"No, no, Urd had that, you get this one."
"It's Audgisil"
"In that case I accept."
She smiles. "You deserve it."
*oh, by the way, I'm carrying Audgisil*
"Thank you."
*I look forward to meeting him.*
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
She takes her hand and presses them on her stomach. "You get to hold him first."
"No, no, Urd had that, you get this one."
"It's Audgisil"
"In that case I accept."
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
She takes her hand and presses them on her stomach. "You get to hold him first."
"No, no, Urd had that, you get this one."
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
She grins. "I am giving you the gift you should have gotten, mama" she says, taking Eir's hands in hers
"What use have I for a crown?" She asks.
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
She wakes, the Meade sizzles off of her, and she instantly writes a summons to Eir, sending it
"Queens," he sighs, "always so dramatic."
"Dóttir!" Eir explains, bursting through the door. "Now this is a rare treat!"
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
She *faints*
Odin rolls his eye and splashes Meade in her face.
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."
"Consider this an open door invitation then. Did... is Eydis still... *Eydis*?"
"No, you're carrying Kelby. I thought you would have put that together by now."
Hope had just finished filming a video for her youtube channel. It was a tutorial on embroidering on silk that she thought would be a cool thing to show how to do. It was only her fourth or fifth video, she couldn't remember and her days tended to blend together in a happy hum of sewing, designing, and the close of the bar tasks. She's preparing to start classes in September, which is only about a month away while still doing her tasks and for the first time in two years, she feels happy. She woke up not feeling the loss of Micah for once and she was starting to feel like the world wasn't as bad as she thought. The bar is open, she's sitting with a friend and going over the video as it loops, talking about editing, and lighting, and whether or not her voice was too loud, and whether the camera was at a bad angle when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns with a smile and looks at the stranger. "Hello. How are you this evening?" She asks
"Well, my fabulous ass was rather hoping for an ameretto sour, and perhaps a spot of conversation, ironically enough, regarding your other craft there," the tall, immaculately dressed gentleman nodded to the phone. "So many young people today, rushing about, chasing something new, something sensational."
He waved a hand in the air and sighed.
"It's rare to meet a soul using modern technology to keep the old crafts alive. I was quite hoping could tell me just how it is you started learning the art of silk work."
"Oh," he waves it off, "well, if that's all."
"Pretty much" she proceeds to tip her head back and scream "Grandfather!" Just to see if he will appear
A single raven feather falls on the desk, but no sign of the bird that left it, nor the God himself.
"I have to issue the All-Father a *summons*?" She questions. Then sighs and starts drafting one, sending it and hoping it appears and works for him
"There are proper channels," his voice sounds at her shoulder, "and they must be observed."
She turns and looks at him, grinning. "But dont you technically still rank above me, Grandfather?" She asks, tilting her head
"Yes, but I must be invited to your Court, Your Majesty, as is right and proper and prevents...complications."