#dpfauna

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Merry Christmas, Fauna.

A seed to plant your very own christmas tree, for next year maybe.

An eye patch for the emergency Cupcakegers meetings.

A mug with Grumpy cat on it

A coin purse shaped like a cat

And a t-shirt, cat themed as well

Note:

Fauna, I learned so much from you and your classes that I can honestly say that I am a better baker because of you. Now you have your own eye-patch for the Cupcakegers meeting or maybe just Halloween. Happy Holidays, Mel.

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Let me get this straight...

I'm Thor, Binks is Coulson, Kronk is The Hulk and Anya is Tony.

So that means that Fauna is Fury. Right ?

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Living life like I'm in a play || Fish

Getting home, changing, borrowing Hades’ car, picking up Fauna and getting onto the highway didn’t take much time at all. Trish wouldn’t say she was eager for the trip; she was more fueled by morbid curiosity. This estate sale was a giant lie. Well, the sale itself wasn’t, but Trish’s motivation was. As far as Fauna knew, this was just a simple event Trish had heard about through the grapevine. The truth was that Trish heard about it because in light of her impending wedding, she got curious about her parents. One simple internet search and a couple more involved investigative tactics led her to find that her father was not a terribly good investor. He never had been, but this time it was enough to put his world into so much debt that they needed to auction off their house and everything inside. Trish just couldn’t keep herself away; she had to go get a glimpse back into the world she had left behind. She needed to know what they had become, and a small part of her – that she wouldn’t admit – needed to know she had made the right choice in leaving. That was why she chose Fauna to accompany her. She didn’t want to go alone, but she also needed to bring someone who wasn’t heavily tuned into her emotions. She could hide behind a mask, as she found Fauna great company they hadn’t gotten close enough for her to have that insight. Not yet.

Pulling onto the expansive driveway, through the wrought iron gates with the ‘G’ glaring down at her, she was overwhelmed with a wave of memories. This house, manor, whatever you wanted to call it was a place she spent 16 years of her life under an oppressive thumb. Each snide remark about her looks, every verbal barb veiled in posh language, every glance down a bridge of a new nose job slowly chipping apart at her resolve before she finally snapped. Trish was relieved when she got out of that world, and only being on the driveway was giving her enough reason to want to turn around immediately. But she wouldn’t. She was much too curious; she’d gotten far too close to turn back now. Parking at the end of a row of high end cars, she silently thanked whatever god that was watching for sending in the poachers. The two of them could blend into a crowd easily. Trish stepped out of the car and gave the driveway a once over, a gentle smirk pulling at her lips. It was probably killing her mother to see all these cars parked on her precious stone driveway. Oh, but they’ll leave oil behind. They should have parked around the side near the servant’s entrance. She mimicked her mother’s tone in her head, bringing herself more amusement than probably necessary. “Come Fauna, let’s find you some kitchen ware,” she beckoned, leading the other woman towards the front door and into the grand foyer.

The place hadn’t changed much in the years of her absence, there were some different decorations, some notable changes in photos displayed, but for the most part everything was the same – except for the price tags on everything. Trish chuckled softly as two women argued over a vase, petty little things that really didn’t matter. Guiding Fauna towards the kitchen, they were halfway there before she caught her slip up and covered for herself, “I imagine the kitchen is probably this way, there is no way that they’d serve their dinners too far from it in a house like this.” Trish mentally scolded herself, she would have to act as if she’d never been in this house before if she intended to keep face. Hopefully Fauna didn’t notice.  

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Finished Fauna's page: what do you think? We'll talk links later.

I need to go to bed cuz work in the morning.

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