[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Saturday, June 19th (Day 384)]
[Late Morning, Saturday Market]


Molly's home today and so here I am, taking her place at the market.  I don't mind though because I wanted to get out anyway. 

I was hoping I'd see Jane yesterday but when I went by the bakery, she was out.  Finding out that I was married and then wasn't, for a second time has been one the the strangest things I've gone through in the last year.  I haven't been able to talk to Jane about it, Lily either, but Janie's the one I really wanted to see.  I'm still not sure what I'm going to say anyway.

Sales are good today though and the weather's nice, and I smile, nodding at passing shoppers.  If nothing else, today will have been good for something.


[Open to anyone at the Market]
[Closed]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Saturday, June 19th (Day 384)]
[Late Morning, Saturday Market]


Molly's home today and so here I am, taking her place at the market.  I don't mind though because I wanted to get out anyway. 

I was hoping I'd see Jane yesterday but when I went by the bakery, she was out.  Finding out that I was married and then wasn't, for a second time has been one the the strangest things I've gone through in the last year.  I haven't been able to talk to Jane about it, Lily either, but Janie's the one I really wanted to see.  I'm still not sure what I'm going to say anyway.

Sales are good today though and the weather's nice, and I smile, nodding at passing shoppers.  If nothing else, today will have been good for something.


[Open to anyone at the Market]
[Closed]
[identity profile] janeveniver.livejournal.com
Day 352, 18 May
Tuesday evening
The Bakery

Jamie Kincaid came this morning with jars of honey that Mr. White had ordered, and I helped him and Rob carry them in and put them away in the store room. Didn't say more than good morning to him, though I've known him most of my life. I buy honey from him, and my parents traded with his before that. I could think of so many things to say and how nice it would be to hear him say things back. We could talk about farming and baking and honey and flowers and the summer coming. We could, but the words seemed to stick in my throat, because I was wishing we could have something more than a conversation, more than just knowing each other, something comfortable and nice, together. We two, together. In the end, I couldn't stop blushing, and I went up to the front of the bakery until he left.

I tried to put him out of my mind, but as I was wrapping goods up to be stored away, getting ready to close, it occurred to me that that was really a silly thing to be doing. Why should I be trying not to think of him when he was coming to pick me up quite soon? Of course he would be, to take me home. Our home. And then I couldn't really remember why on earth I had been trying not to think of him.

I wrap up a loaf of brioche and a few jam tarts in a clean cloth and go out on the back steps to wait for him.

[OPEN to Jamie]
[identity profile] janeveniver.livejournal.com
Day 352, 18 May
Tuesday evening
The Bakery

Jamie Kincaid came this morning with jars of honey that Mr. White had ordered, and I helped him and Rob carry them in and put them away in the store room. Didn't say more than good morning to him, though I've known him most of my life. I buy honey from him, and my parents traded with his before that. I could think of so many things to say and how nice it would be to hear him say things back. We could talk about farming and baking and honey and flowers and the summer coming. We could, but the words seemed to stick in my throat, because I was wishing we could have something more than a conversation, more than just knowing each other, something comfortable and nice, together. We two, together. In the end, I couldn't stop blushing, and I went up to the front of the bakery until he left.

I tried to put him out of my mind, but as I was wrapping goods up to be stored away, getting ready to close, it occurred to me that that was really a silly thing to be doing. Why should I be trying not to think of him when he was coming to pick me up quite soon? Of course he would be, to take me home. Our home. And then I couldn't really remember why on earth I had been trying not to think of him.

I wrap up a loaf of brioche and a few jam tarts in a clean cloth and go out on the back steps to wait for him.

[OPEN to Jamie]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Friday, March 12th (Day 285)]
[The Apothecary]
[Past lunch, not yet dinner]



My favorite meal is cooking away at home and hopefully Molly remembered to include the sweetbread.  I wanted to be done and back before dinnertime and if I finish here quickly, I might make it.  I look at my list again and I can't imagine why Molly'd ask for so much.

Angelica, catnip, chamomile, dandelion, elecampane, fennel, ginger, lady's mantle, and willow bark.

I'm not sure what all of these herbs are for but the Apothecary's clerks have always been helpful.   And they know their business too so I won't have to worry about making heads or tails of this list.  Thank Nanshe.  Molly's lists are notoriously long and I try to remember when she got so demanding.  Oh yes, always.

Lavender buds too.  Can't forget that either and I walk in, humming a happy tune.  No Jenna today and no Glass behind the counter either, and I nod at the clerk, smiling a bit as I say, "Afternoon miss."  She's got big, sooty eyes, the kind my father would have called 'smokey pools', and she looks familiar but I'm not sure who she is. "Mind helping me with my list?  My sister expects me to come home with all of it, you see."


[Open to Tess]
[Closed]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Friday, March 12th (Day 285)]
[The Apothecary]
[Past lunch, not yet dinner]



My favorite meal is cooking away at home and hopefully Molly remembered to include the sweetbread.  I wanted to be done and back before dinnertime and if I finish here quickly, I might make it.  I look at my list again and I can't imagine why Molly'd ask for so much.

Angelica, catnip, chamomile, dandelion, elecampane, fennel, ginger, lady's mantle, and willow bark.

I'm not sure what all of these herbs are for but the Apothecary's clerks have always been helpful.   And they know their business too so I won't have to worry about making heads or tails of this list.  Thank Nanshe.  Molly's lists are notoriously long and I try to remember when she got so demanding.  Oh yes, always.

Lavender buds too.  Can't forget that either and I walk in, humming a happy tune.  No Jenna today and no Glass behind the counter either, and I nod at the clerk, smiling a bit as I say, "Afternoon miss."  She's got big, sooty eyes, the kind my father would have called 'smokey pools', and she looks familiar but I'm not sure who she is. "Mind helping me with my list?  My sister expects me to come home with all of it, you see."


[Open to Tess]
[Closed]
[identity profile] al-shairan.livejournal.com
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.”
- Shakespeare


Monday lunchtime, near the sheriff's office, on Main Street

This has proved almost too easy. The clouds are rolling in, air heavy with the promise of rain, and I stand in my Danika body wearing an old coat with the collar turned up against the cold, jacket short enough to show a few inches of a tidy, worn work dress and a calflength of wool stocking. My shoes wear the signs of good, honest farm labour, and my blonde hair is frizzing round my face in the damp air. I look very distressed.

"Did - was there really a man arrested for... for beating on a girl?" I say to an old woman gossiping with her friend on the street. My fingers flutter together anxiously.

"Oh yes," she says, "it's a horrible thing. They think also he did in a girl as worked at - well, the brothel, my dear," she says, lowering her voice over that salacious detail, eyes gleaming with prurient interest. "They think he chopped her up."

"Oh," I say, and I faint very neatly to the ground. It's not long before I have half a dozen people round me - offering water, saying they will take me to the Dormouse, fussing with my coat collar to let me breathe.

"I should've said something," I say, and I burst into tears. That gets me sat down on a bench, an old woman's arm around my shoulders, and a very handsome young man crouched at my feet. "I should - "

"What is is, dear? Do you know something about what happened to those girls?"

I shake my head tightly.

"I know - I know - him," I say quietly. "He - We went out a couple of times, and he was - he was real nice to me, and -" The old woman gives me a handkerchief. "You know, I ain't really dated much," I say, shamefaced, "cos my momma's sick a bunch and I'm busy out on the farm, and he just - he was real nice, and when he -" I turn my face away, and I can feel the vibrating tension from the boy at my feet, his desire to be a hero. "He - I thought it was my fault," I say, and then there is a furious chatter rising from the little crowd, and the conversation spreads in ripples.

"Some carnie's been carving up our girls," one man says fiercely. And there is discussion of me and of Melania - ah, yes, that explains some of what I saw in her - and how we're hard working girls, salt of the earth girls, and who is this monster and why hasn't he been strung up? What the hell is wrong with this town that a murderer and molester can be caught redhanded and he's cosseted in jail? And did you hear that he attacked that nice Mrs Beddau (I wonder if at any other time Glass has been described as nice) when she went to visit him in prison? He should be put in the old stocks in town. People would show him how they felt, alright. They'd show him very clearly indeed.

I manage a brave, trembling smile for the boy at my feet, and he springs up, ready for something, anything, if it will make me look at him like that again. And I nestle in against the arm of the old woman as the crowd grows larger and voices grow louder, and I wait for the storm to break.

[OPEN]
[identity profile] al-shairan.livejournal.com
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.”
- Shakespeare


Monday lunchtime, near the sheriff's office, on Main Street

This has proved almost too easy. The clouds are rolling in, air heavy with the promise of rain, and I stand in my Danika body wearing an old coat with the collar turned up against the cold, jacket short enough to show a few inches of a tidy, worn work dress and a calflength of wool stocking. My shoes wear the signs of good, honest farm labour, and my blonde hair is frizzing round my face in the damp air. I look very distressed.

"Did - was there really a man arrested for... for beating on a girl?" I say to an old woman gossiping with her friend on the street. My fingers flutter together anxiously.

"Oh yes," she says, "it's a horrible thing. They think also he did in a girl as worked at - well, the brothel, my dear," she says, lowering her voice over that salacious detail, eyes gleaming with prurient interest. "They think he chopped her up."

"Oh," I say, and I faint very neatly to the ground. It's not long before I have half a dozen people round me - offering water, saying they will take me to the Dormouse, fussing with my coat collar to let me breathe.

"I should've said something," I say, and I burst into tears. That gets me sat down on a bench, an old woman's arm around my shoulders, and a very handsome young man crouched at my feet. "I should - "

"What is is, dear? Do you know something about what happened to those girls?"

I shake my head tightly.

"I know - I know - him," I say quietly. "He - We went out a couple of times, and he was - he was real nice to me, and -" The old woman gives me a handkerchief. "You know, I ain't really dated much," I say, shamefaced, "cos my momma's sick a bunch and I'm busy out on the farm, and he just - he was real nice, and when he -" I turn my face away, and I can feel the vibrating tension from the boy at my feet, his desire to be a hero. "He - I thought it was my fault," I say, and then there is a furious chatter rising from the little crowd, and the conversation spreads in ripples.

"Some carnie's been carving up our girls," one man says fiercely. And there is discussion of me and of Melania - ah, yes, that explains some of what I saw in her - and how we're hard working girls, salt of the earth girls, and who is this monster and why hasn't he been strung up? What the hell is wrong with this town that a murderer and molester can be caught redhanded and he's cosseted in jail? And did you hear that he attacked that nice Mrs Beddau (I wonder if at any other time Glass has been described as nice) when she went to visit him in prison? He should be put in the old stocks in town. People would show him how they felt, alright. They'd show him very clearly indeed.

I manage a brave, trembling smile for the boy at my feet, and he springs up, ready for something, anything, if it will make me look at him like that again. And I nestle in against the arm of the old woman as the crowd grows larger and voices grow louder, and I wait for the storm to break.

[OPEN]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com

[Thursday, January 28 (Day 242)]
[Kincaid Homestead]
[Dreamtime - Afternoon Nap]



The fields are golden in the afternoon light and it’s summer once again.

There’s a comforting buzz from the hives and the kittens are chasing random blades of grass with Molly in the distance. This is my favorite time and place and I smile as I watch their antics from my rocking chair on the porch.

I turn and look at the tower, bright and tall in the sunshine. It’s a place of misery and pain and as I look closer, a flash of red hair catches my eye . It’s Edith and Wanda, and they’re having tea while Brian Granger waits on them. That’s strange. I haven’t seen Edith in a while and Wanda, well, she’s bespelled so I guess it makes sense that she’d be there. It doesn’t make me happy though. She deserves so much better.

Further across the field, closer to the Abbey, I see Kate and Mab sharing another table. And a bit further from there, Lily and Paige are seated at a third table. Why are there tables in my meadow?

There’s a nudge at my foot and I look down at the tiny ball of fur. It’s one of my lost kittens and I smile wide as I pick it up and set it in my lap. Gently scratching its head, I look across the fields one more time and wonder how all these women came to be here.


[Open to Nanshe]

[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com

[Thursday, January 28 (Day 242)]
[Kincaid Homestead]
[Dreamtime - Afternoon Nap]



The fields are golden in the afternoon light and it’s summer once again.

There’s a comforting buzz from the hives and the kittens are chasing random blades of grass with Molly in the distance. This is my favorite time and place and I smile as I watch their antics from my rocking chair on the porch.

I turn and look at the tower, bright and tall in the sunshine. It’s a place of misery and pain and as I look closer, a flash of red hair catches my eye . It’s Edith and Wanda, and they’re having tea while Brian Granger waits on them. That’s strange. I haven’t seen Edith in a while and Wanda, well, she’s bespelled so I guess it makes sense that she’d be there. It doesn’t make me happy though. She deserves so much better.

Further across the field, closer to the Abbey, I see Kate and Mab sharing another table. And a bit further from there, Lily and Paige are seated at a third table. Why are there tables in my meadow?

There’s a nudge at my foot and I look down at the tiny ball of fur. It’s one of my lost kittens and I smile wide as I pick it up and set it in my lap. Gently scratching its head, I look across the fields one more time and wonder how all these women came to be here.


[Open to Nanshe]

[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
Thursday, January 21st, mid afternoon
The porch of The Dormouse


It's one of those rare days in mid-Winter.  A day where you want to believe that Spring is close, just around the corner, the type of day that teases you with blue skies, bright sun and milder than it should be temperatures. 

How could I resist such a day?

Well, I could resist the morning.  This sickness thing that goes with pregnancy can be done now, thank you very much.  At least I have found that if I drink peppermint tea before trying to eat, most things stay down.  Which has been a big help, since now that I can eat, I am not nearly as tired or weak.  Granted, I still find it too easy to take a quick cat nap after I close in the afternoons, but so far this week, I have no slept my days away.

And today, the sunshine has actually made me feel a little bit better.  I opened the windows after noon to let fresh air into the house.  The last customer left fifteen minutes ago, and the day is just so lovely!  Instead of sitting at the window seat, I put on a heavy coat style sweater and sit on the porch steps, sipping my tea and watching people pass by.  I don't feel quite so lonely as I smile and nod to people as they pass, and comment on the weather to a few.  I should practice my sword work, or my knife throwing, for that has been making me feel better as well...

but for now I am content to sit here, in the sun and forget all the things I should worry about.  Like Kent.  And Tez. (bastard!)  And if I shall survive this whole mess I have gotten myself into.  No... not now.  Another day.   I stretch out my legs and tilt my face towards the light, happy to a ginger cat in a sunbeam. 

(closed)

[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
Thursday, January 21st, mid afternoon
The porch of The Dormouse


It's one of those rare days in mid-Winter.  A day where you want to believe that Spring is close, just around the corner, the type of day that teases you with blue skies, bright sun and milder than it should be temperatures. 

How could I resist such a day?

Well, I could resist the morning.  This sickness thing that goes with pregnancy can be done now, thank you very much.  At least I have found that if I drink peppermint tea before trying to eat, most things stay down.  Which has been a big help, since now that I can eat, I am not nearly as tired or weak.  Granted, I still find it too easy to take a quick cat nap after I close in the afternoons, but so far this week, I have no slept my days away.

And today, the sunshine has actually made me feel a little bit better.  I opened the windows after noon to let fresh air into the house.  The last customer left fifteen minutes ago, and the day is just so lovely!  Instead of sitting at the window seat, I put on a heavy coat style sweater and sit on the porch steps, sipping my tea and watching people pass by.  I don't feel quite so lonely as I smile and nod to people as they pass, and comment on the weather to a few.  I should practice my sword work, or my knife throwing, for that has been making me feel better as well...

but for now I am content to sit here, in the sun and forget all the things I should worry about.  Like Kent.  And Tez. (bastard!)  And if I shall survive this whole mess I have gotten myself into.  No... not now.  Another day.   I stretch out my legs and tilt my face towards the light, happy to a ginger cat in a sunbeam. 

(closed)

[identity profile] lilith-qliphah.livejournal.com
Saturday January 16th, [Day 230]
Before the lightning


My slippers shuffle on the floor as I walk into the bedroom carrying a tray with a glass of milk and a plate of sandwiches for the grinning man in bed. I'm not sure how many tries it took me, but I finally got it right this time. I think. I'm not sure if the bread is supposed to turn black like that, but he said he likes it that way. He is really very sweet.

I knew he was sweet the morning I woke up and called him Adam and asked where my garden was. He told me his name is Jamie, but I could call him whatever I liked. I think he might love me because he said I was his and he would have to kill any man trying to steal me away. Those words should scare me, but somehow I found them to be very sweet. I didn't have time to think about it more because the food I was making suddenly burst into flames, which seems to happen a lot when I think about what he said. I don't think food is supposed to do that and when I mentioned it he just laughed and said it was alright and I'd learn in time. I don't think it was my fault but I just nodded and tried to eat the awful tasting food.

It was odd that I remembered that other name but not my own or anything else, like how I got here. Jamie has been calling me by names that I do not recognize, maybe that's a game we play? Setting the tray across his lap, I perch on the side of the bed, drawing my dressing gown closed as stare into the fire I lit in the fireplace. I'm good at starting fires and though the cold doesn't really bother me, I know he'll be asking me to take off the gown and feed him soon, like he has for the past few days. It just feels like the fire is trying to tell me something and I can't take my eyes off the dancing flames. Thunder rumbles off in the distance and the sound makes the blood run faster through my veins. I guess I must like storms.

(Closed)
[identity profile] lilith-qliphah.livejournal.com
Saturday January 16th, [Day 230]
Before the lightning


My slippers shuffle on the floor as I walk into the bedroom carrying a tray with a glass of milk and a plate of sandwiches for the grinning man in bed. I'm not sure how many tries it took me, but I finally got it right this time. I think. I'm not sure if the bread is supposed to turn black like that, but he said he likes it that way. He is really very sweet.

I knew he was sweet the morning I woke up and called him Adam and asked where my garden was. He told me his name is Jamie, but I could call him whatever I liked. I think he might love me because he said I was his and he would have to kill any man trying to steal me away. Those words should scare me, but somehow I found them to be very sweet. I didn't have time to think about it more because the food I was making suddenly burst into flames, which seems to happen a lot when I think about what he said. I don't think food is supposed to do that and when I mentioned it he just laughed and said it was alright and I'd learn in time. I don't think it was my fault but I just nodded and tried to eat the awful tasting food.

It was odd that I remembered that other name but not my own or anything else, like how I got here. Jamie has been calling me by names that I do not recognize, maybe that's a game we play? Setting the tray across his lap, I perch on the side of the bed, drawing my dressing gown closed as stare into the fire I lit in the fireplace. I'm good at starting fires and though the cold doesn't really bother me, I know he'll be asking me to take off the gown and feed him soon, like he has for the past few days. It just feels like the fire is trying to tell me something and I can't take my eyes off the dancing flames. Thunder rumbles off in the distance and the sound makes the blood run faster through my veins. I guess I must like storms.

(Closed)
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
[Julaften - Thursday, December 24 (Day 207)]
[After sunset - The Tavern of Hell]



Yesterday was a busy day for the Tavern and its residents.  Cookie spent the day cooking and baking while the rest of us put the finishing touches on the Tavern's festive decorations.  The wooden ornaments are glossy on the tree and the brightly-wrapped presents under it are a cheery sight. 

Green evergreen boughs scent the air, reminding me of the upcoming Spring and I smile, laughing to myself as I think about how much fun it was to gather all the greenery.  Lannie helped me carry the tree, this Jul's Yggdrasil, from the woods and she and I spent more time laughing at the passing looks we received than we did with the tree.  We finally made it through the snow drifts and into the Tavern, setting it up before enjoying a well-deserved break and more laughter. 

Iago personally hung all the mistletoe, insisting on precise placement over each doorway before trying to maneuver each of us into position.  He almost caught Thomas though, making me smile brightly before I handed off the wreaths and candles to both of them and went back to the my tree. 

The hard work was all worth it and on this Julaften, the Tavern's glittering, reflecting the candlelight and the burning Yule log in the roaring fireplace.   The hot glühwein and stout juleøl are ready to be served and I smile, scattering the new menus as I take a last look around.  The new floorplan is open and welcoming and I smile wider, knowing that no matter what happens tonight, nothing will ever be exactly the same again. 

In fact, I plan on making sure of it.


[Open to everyone]
[identity profile] norn-verdandi.livejournal.com
[Julaften - Thursday, December 24 (Day 207)]
[After sunset - The Tavern of Hell]



Yesterday was a busy day for the Tavern and its residents.  Cookie spent the day cooking and baking while the rest of us put the finishing touches on the Tavern's festive decorations.  The wooden ornaments are glossy on the tree and the brightly-wrapped presents under it are a cheery sight. 

Green evergreen boughs scent the air, reminding me of the upcoming Spring and I smile, laughing to myself as I think about how much fun it was to gather all the greenery.  Lannie helped me carry the tree, this Jul's Yggdrasil, from the woods and she and I spent more time laughing at the passing looks we received than we did with the tree.  We finally made it through the snow drifts and into the Tavern, setting it up before enjoying a well-deserved break and more laughter. 

Iago personally hung all the mistletoe, insisting on precise placement over each doorway before trying to maneuver each of us into position.  He almost caught Thomas though, making me smile brightly before I handed off the wreaths and candles to both of them and went back to the my tree. 

The hard work was all worth it and on this Julaften, the Tavern's glittering, reflecting the candlelight and the burning Yule log in the roaring fireplace.   The hot glühwein and stout juleøl are ready to be served and I smile, scattering the new menus as I take a last look around.  The new floorplan is open and welcoming and I smile wider, knowing that no matter what happens tonight, nothing will ever be exactly the same again. 

In fact, I plan on making sure of it.


[Open to everyone]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Saturday, November 28th (Day 181)]
[Early afternoon - Barn near Kincaid Hive Five]



Holding Lily in my arms, I slowly catch my breath and smile wide as I look at her.  She's radiant and the heat between is more than enough to keep us warm on this cold day.  The air's filled with the scent of honey and Lily's usual perfume, roses and something dark and sweet, and I stare at her, amazed and thrilled by her sexual stamina.  We've tumbled three times already and she's barely winded. 

Rolling over, I lean on my hand as I say happily, "I'm glad you came by today. I was thinking about you and," I think I missed you.  "I was wondering how you were doing."  There are stray hairs around her face and I caress them from her glistening skin as I continue, "You always seem to show up when I'm thinking of you.  How do you do that?" I ask jokingly.

"I haven't told you my great news yet.  I'm going to run for Mayor," I say with a proud smile. "One of my friends, Karina Bathory, is running against me.  I think she'll win but I'm going to try anyway."


[Open to Lilith]
[caution! - Lilith made a brief mention of a baby in one tag.  Avoid reading her tag if you might be sensitive to that sort of thing.]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Saturday, November 28th (Day 181)]
[Early afternoon - Barn near Kincaid Hive Five]



Holding Lily in my arms, I slowly catch my breath and smile wide as I look at her.  She's radiant and the heat between is more than enough to keep us warm on this cold day.  The air's filled with the scent of honey and Lily's usual perfume, roses and something dark and sweet, and I stare at her, amazed and thrilled by her sexual stamina.  We've tumbled three times already and she's barely winded. 

Rolling over, I lean on my hand as I say happily, "I'm glad you came by today. I was thinking about you and," I think I missed you.  "I was wondering how you were doing."  There are stray hairs around her face and I caress them from her glistening skin as I continue, "You always seem to show up when I'm thinking of you.  How do you do that?" I ask jokingly.

"I haven't told you my great news yet.  I'm going to run for Mayor," I say with a proud smile. "One of my friends, Karina Bathory, is running against me.  I think she'll win but I'm going to try anyway."


[Open to Lilith]
[caution! - Lilith made a brief mention of a baby in one tag.  Avoid reading her tag if you might be sensitive to that sort of thing.]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Tuesday, November 24th (Day 177)]
[Early Afternoon- Karina Bathory's home]



Leaving Toby's house, I have a bounce to my step as I make my way onto my horse, Clover.  Toby and I had a pleasant lunch and we talked and laughed as we caught up.  He's been my pal for years now and I wanted him to be the first one I spoke to officially.  I had to register with him anyway so it made good sense.

As I ride along, I'm thinking back to recently and a smile blooms on my face as I begin to hum.  Lily's visited me a few times, four in total these last three weeks and I get the feeling that she's got a lot to do with my good mood.  She's appeared exactly when I was thinking of her and when I told her my idea, she clapped her hands and giggled as she encouraged me to do it.  Molly, too and between them, I let myself get swept up in their enthusiasm.  I'm still not sure I can handle it all but with Molly on one side and Lily on the other, I don't think I have a choice. 

And for some reason, I don't mind.  Some men don't like being fussed over but I can honestly say that I've become a quiet fan.  Maybe Molly's coddled me all these years but now with Lily's added attention, life is finally moving in a direction I like.  I know it's not like that for everyone though and I think that's a big reason why I made my decision.

Spotting my destination, I dismount and tie Clover's reins up before retrieving a bag and walking up the front steps. Knocking on the door, I know that she doesn't expect me but I think it'll be fine.  I can't remember a single time she's ever turned me away and I smile wide as the door opens.


[Open to Karina]
[Closed]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Tuesday, November 24th (Day 177)]
[Early Afternoon- Karina Bathory's home]



Leaving Toby's house, I have a bounce to my step as I make my way onto my horse, Clover.  Toby and I had a pleasant lunch and we talked and laughed as we caught up.  He's been my pal for years now and I wanted him to be the first one I spoke to officially.  I had to register with him anyway so it made good sense.

As I ride along, I'm thinking back to recently and a smile blooms on my face as I begin to hum.  Lily's visited me a few times, four in total these last three weeks and I get the feeling that she's got a lot to do with my good mood.  She's appeared exactly when I was thinking of her and when I told her my idea, she clapped her hands and giggled as she encouraged me to do it.  Molly, too and between them, I let myself get swept up in their enthusiasm.  I'm still not sure I can handle it all but with Molly on one side and Lily on the other, I don't think I have a choice. 

And for some reason, I don't mind.  Some men don't like being fussed over but I can honestly say that I've become a quiet fan.  Maybe Molly's coddled me all these years but now with Lily's added attention, life is finally moving in a direction I like.  I know it's not like that for everyone though and I think that's a big reason why I made my decision.

Spotting my destination, I dismount and tie Clover's reins up before retrieving a bag and walking up the front steps. Knocking on the door, I know that she doesn't expect me but I think it'll be fine.  I can't remember a single time she's ever turned me away and I smile wide as the door opens.


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January 2014

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