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Lazy, Crazy, and Hazy
From Lira: I’m not too proud to say I cannot be bothered to learn much about popular music, so I keep my radio tuned to DragonPop and hope for the best. The tiny bubble tub in the back garden was taken away, but TAC replaced it with a larger one. It is larger. It is larger, but it looks a bit like a well bucket. ‘All the very best hot tubs look like well buckets,’ she said, when I asked her why…
The Colour of Night
From Friðrós: Over the years, I’ve learned to anticipate some things about Her Fae Maesty’s habits and movements. For example, when we return from the Great Faire, there will be an influx of new ideas, imported items to integrate into the existing landscape, and it doesn’t surprise me any more. But when she declared herself in love with the permanently eclipsed, yet still bright sky of Memento…
A Rite of Passage in High Summer
From Lira: I’ve been reading up about the mating habits of the polar owl. Uggla could be gone until sometime in late August! Assuming he finds a compatible girlowl (and surely he has, or he’d be back by now), they will co-nest in a nice little ground hideaway, and there could be like a dozen eggs! (Not like that. A dozen eggs that will hatch into owls.) And, like, he didn’t mention how long he’d…
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose….
From Lira: I only speak French because of my lexicological permanence. I am also lexicologically enhanced to understand Latin, Greek, Enochian, Aramaic, Hebrew, Russian, several varieties of Demifae Cant, Scots Gaelic, Irish, Welsh, Cornish, Manx, Polari, and I don’t know what-all else; suffice it to say that my chimeric lexicon is vast; I have only rarely come across a manuscript I could not…
A friend
Sitting alone under the old, arched treeher eyes traversed the yard, the field, beyondwhile the last shimmer of the sunset fadesstretching all shadows, like some ghostly spawn I had just landed on a lower branchperched for a moment before taking flightI ruffled softly from my feathers duststartling the human under the moonlight We stared a moment into each other’s eyescloser, I saw her…
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The Story
From Lira: I’ve never lived in a house with a name before. But after TAC explained that in fact I was not qualified to be a secret dragon agent (I disagree), and after we determined I did not want to go back to Awenia just yet (because I said I’d rather not), she offered me a job and a place to live. Just like that. A house with a name! She was in a hurry, so she kind of dumped me here,…
The Dragon Deliverance Society Safe House
From Lira: I feel like that title needs a dateline or something, except I have no idea what day it is, or even what season it is. Those directions TAC gave me were weird, too, especially the part where I had to go through some kind of portal that seems to have inked a magical spell on my body—Uggla says it’s on my face, too. I can’t see it, but I can feel it. Is this what a safe house feels…
It's Always A Twisty Path
From Lira: A long week “Cheer up, Lira; it might never happen.” “Hey, Clive.” I was beginning to think it wouldn’t ever happen. A full week, and I had nothing. Well, nothing except a nightly scolding from Uggla at my campsite (miles away: the owl insisted) about how long I’d been gone and how he couldn’t cope and how there were dragons everywhere and hunting was hard. I’d even thrown a…
