The Blessed Contessa

“I don’t really know where to go from here.” “How about home?” ​

[a-little-too-odd]

boop

[quafflefrog]

.

[sebastianmorgensterns]

[theblessedcontessa]

And we have a new addition to our household, too. Her name is Tessa. A pretty name, is it not? When the clouds used to roll over the mountains from the ocean—that gray is the color of her eyes.

[hardly-typical-blog]

We meet again!

[hardly-typical-blog]

Well, you know how some people prefer to call others by their full name? It’s sort of like that. There are some that just won’t call anyone by any nicknames, you know?

[theblessedcontessa]

Oh, yes, of course, a nickname. Forgive me, I have not been in zhe right mind lately. It is a pleasure, Fi, truly. And, ah, I am Contessa Brun. Tess is my nickname.

[hardly-typical-blog]

We meet again!

[hardly-typical-blog]

Oh! I guess so. M’name’s Fi. Well, at least, that’s what most people call me, unless they’re one of those prim and proper types that don’t take no for an answer, yeah?

[theblessedcontessa]

I, ah, forgive me, I do not zhink I understand.

[hardly-typical-blog]

We meet again!

[hardly-typical-blog]

Hmm. Well, no, I don’t believe so? I just returned from an epic journey across the stars, is all, and who knows what I may have forgotten. Only, not really. It was sort of just a trip down the hall and back, I guess? But it seemed like a while!

[theblessedcontessa]

Ah, very good, I believe. You are...new here, zhen, I suppose?

[theblessedcontessa]

Eugh, it is too bright, too early.

I did not sleep at all last night.

[hardly-typical-blog]

We meet again!

Seems that everything has stayed intact in my absence. I commend you all on your restraint, but let it be known that with my return, it won’t last much longer!

[theblessedcontessa]

I, ah, pardon? Have we met before?

[jackson-grace]

..It's been six hours.

[jackson-grace]

Of course I would.

[theblessedcontessa]

Good. I would feel silly if I did zhis for you and you were not even wanting to do it.

[jackson-grace]

..It's been six hours.

[jackson-grace]

Yeah, everyone else might enjoy it.

[theblessedcontessa]

Pardon? What about you?

[jackson-grace]

..It's been six hours.

[jackson-grace]

..You’re right.

[theblessedcontessa]

We should find zhem soon, and ask a very important favor, should we not?

[jackson-grace]

..It's been six hours.

[jackson-grace]

We can’t do shaved ice because I’d melt that, too.

[theblessedcontessa]

Where would we even get enough shaved ice for zhis?

Per'aps...is zhere not someone here who can create zhings from 'is imagination?

[jackson-grace]

..It's been six hours.

[jackson-grace]

..Cotton?

[theblessedcontessa]

No, zhat would not do. It has to be a powder of some sort, I believe.

[jackson-grace]

..It's been six hours.

[jackson-grace]

Yeah, but how?

[theblessedcontessa]

Euh...I have not decided yet.

[jackson-grace]

..It's been six hours.

[jackson-grace]

Yeah, it would be something to do.

How would we do it?

[theblessedcontessa]

Ah--well, ah...we will need fake snow...

[jackson-grace]

..It's been six hours.

[jackson-grace]

Don’t worry about it. That was when I was a kid.

[theblessedcontessa]

It would still be somezhing to do. I am sure you would have fun.

[jackson-grace]

..It's been six hours.

[jackson-grace]

I wish I didn’t.

I’ve always kind of wanted to play in the snow, but it’d melt in the day and I’d be too tired at night.

[theblessedcontessa]

Per'aps we could get some...not real snow? What is zhe word?