Post by Dame Suntorn/Dawn Bringer on Sept 18, 2006 11:59:18 GMT -8
....I'm staying out of trouble and am getting to know some new fae. Turns out there are a lot more freeholds over here. And not just because there's more space, there's just more than there should be. This is something I plan on looking into. Perhaps we could recreate some of this glamour flow back home.
I hope to hear from you soon,
Love,
Suntorn
Folding up the letter written on Goblin Parchment, she sealed it with wax and sent it via chimerical messenger in the form of a small sea snake to its intended recipiant.
Figuring she was already at the port, she should just take a swim. It's not like she has to be anywhere anytime soon.
Probably one of the greatest joys she ever had was being in the water. It's always hard to share that joy with someone who can't go where you can go, or who can't swim very well. Suntorn always tried to not let that bother her. But every now and then that fact got to her. Not very often mind you, but every now and then.
Under the sea, she could hear everything, and see so much farther than when on two legs. The food was much better too, but it's really hard to give up a good burger. Which was something else she'd have to look for in this new port.
Of course, cruising underwater had its disadvantages as well. More often than she'd like to, she comes across the trash that the land lubbers leave behind. Mostly it's just the usual crap, a boot here, a tire there.
Ever notice how all the boots in the sea are left boots? I guess it goes hand in hand, or in this case, foot in foot with the socks in the dryer mystery.
But sometimes it's a living thing, or was, at one point in time. If it wasn't a scuicide, it was a murder. More often than not she'd drag them back to the beach to let someone find it. But only if it still had recognizable features, or it wasn't already in use by something far more sinister than the local mafia.
Today was purely for her, a way to escape the Banality of the mundane world, a way to have some time to herself, a way to meet some of the other locals.
But today is rather quiet and Suntorn is left with only her thoughts, thoughts of home, of what could've been and what might be yet to come. She wasn't sure about this Seattle place, but it's starting to look more friendly. And all in all, Ricochet isn't all that bad, just rough around the edges... Okay, really rough around the edges.
Perhaps something will come soon, be it in the form of a person, or a task, or even a quest.
Perhaps tomorrow?
Perhaps a lot of things...
I hope to hear from you soon,
Love,
Suntorn
Folding up the letter written on Goblin Parchment, she sealed it with wax and sent it via chimerical messenger in the form of a small sea snake to its intended recipiant.
Figuring she was already at the port, she should just take a swim. It's not like she has to be anywhere anytime soon.
Probably one of the greatest joys she ever had was being in the water. It's always hard to share that joy with someone who can't go where you can go, or who can't swim very well. Suntorn always tried to not let that bother her. But every now and then that fact got to her. Not very often mind you, but every now and then.
Under the sea, she could hear everything, and see so much farther than when on two legs. The food was much better too, but it's really hard to give up a good burger. Which was something else she'd have to look for in this new port.
Of course, cruising underwater had its disadvantages as well. More often than she'd like to, she comes across the trash that the land lubbers leave behind. Mostly it's just the usual crap, a boot here, a tire there.
Ever notice how all the boots in the sea are left boots? I guess it goes hand in hand, or in this case, foot in foot with the socks in the dryer mystery.
But sometimes it's a living thing, or was, at one point in time. If it wasn't a scuicide, it was a murder. More often than not she'd drag them back to the beach to let someone find it. But only if it still had recognizable features, or it wasn't already in use by something far more sinister than the local mafia.
Today was purely for her, a way to escape the Banality of the mundane world, a way to have some time to herself, a way to meet some of the other locals.
But today is rather quiet and Suntorn is left with only her thoughts, thoughts of home, of what could've been and what might be yet to come. She wasn't sure about this Seattle place, but it's starting to look more friendly. And all in all, Ricochet isn't all that bad, just rough around the edges... Okay, really rough around the edges.
Perhaps something will come soon, be it in the form of a person, or a task, or even a quest.
Perhaps tomorrow?
Perhaps a lot of things...