Summary: In which patterns of reconciliation, methods of vengeance and ... natural attributes are discussed.

Once upon a time there was a girl with fifty or so pebbles.

Naturally you can see why this is a horrifically compelling tale.

After all, the terribly interesting obstacle she must over come is inherent.

Fifty or so pebbles? How ever will she keep them straight?

Things to keep in mind:

“Almost” is not a compliment.

Comfort is different than passion. One just might be acceptable. The other you can bet won’t be.

Genetics apparently does grant intelligence
Pride in one's parent is rather addictively pleasing

Hot water creates steam.

Cold stone gathers steam.

It isn’t enough to give the gift of indoor plumbing – one must also give the gift of proper ventilation!

There’s something inherently wrong in trying to seduce yourself for the edification of others.

I do not BOUNCE that much.

Characters:
Faelin
Emrys
Setting: The Great Hall: Silverspire

 

When we last left our insectoid pal, it had found a certain balance between maintaining its house, entertaining its guests, and providing them with attractive leaves for decorative or house-sustaining purposes of their own.

Once upon a time there was an industrious little ant.

An industrious ant with a traumatic childhood and simply heart-wrenching back story...

Note to Self:

If you are ever handed three handsome, strong, and relatively dashing soldiers -
plan ahead, don't eat them!




OOC: Kudos to anyone who recognizes the quote
 

Once upon a time there was a blue toad.
And an inside out porcupine.
And a self-deluding doormat.
And a weary eagle.
And a lonely puffer fish.

I’m trying very hard not to be very afraid.
My fingertips are black again.

Once upon a time there was a girl…

Once upon a time, the sun was shining and the breeze carried the scent of distant pines down from the mountains to fill the lungs of our Heroine as she walked.
...
Yes, dear.  We're back to her again.
Give me too much grief and its back to ducks - got it?
Good.
 

There is nothing as lovely as the feeling of damp grass beneath your paws.
Nope. That's all.

I hate people.
Ah. Right. Bad form, eh?

A good Hunter knows when to chase.
An excellent Hunter knows when to remain still.
I am an excellent Hunter.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
...
...

 

Once upon a time there was a fish.

Okay. I know that fishes aren’t my usual heroes. They are slimy, they smell bad, and frankly? They are none too bright.
But the story really won’t make much sense if I choose another animal!
You’ll just have to trust me on that.

Once upon a time there was a wolf. This wolf was fairly nice as wolves go. Not the strongest nor the smartest, it was nevertheless sneaky and therefore had no troubles making its way in the world. And, if it did say so itself? It was a fine hunter, a grand player of games, and a fast runner.

 

When we last left our beautiful Heroine it had been, well, less than a stellar week.

Once upon a time our girl was minding her own business in her menagerie when,

One day our girl came upon a whirlpool.
But this wasn't just any whirlpool.
This was the whirliest pooliest whirlpool in the land.