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While I do post almost all of my fics to LJ, I recommend reading it on FF.Net.  I don't post multi-chaptered stuff to my LJ until it's finished, and when I periodically edit and/or change things, I rarely take the time to copy the new stuff to LJ.  It takes way too much time to update the format.

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May. 9th, 2012

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Big dinner tonight and I have the mother of all headaches.  This is going to be great!

Ah well.  Better smile and make the most of it.  No reason to ruin everyone else's night.

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Apr. 13th, 2012

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Ecco, our Newfoundland pup.





Tiny the Dobie and Little Bit the Min Pin.



Apr. 6th, 2012

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Wow, I'm awesome.

Seriously--this much awesomeness packed into one person should be illegal.

Honestly...

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There are days that I would really love to just tell someone that "I'll stop treating you like a dumbass when you stop acting like one" or "I'm not condescending; it just seems that way because you're an idiot." But alas, I'm far too polite to ever do such a thing. Damn my good breeding!

Writer's Block: Every Four Years

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How are you celebrating Leap Day?

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Uh...today was Leap Day?

Oops?

Writer's Block: Love is in the Air

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Going somewhere, maybe the beach or park, with my dogs.  I can tell a lot about a person, including whether or not they're worth my time, by how they interact with animals.

If they're keeping the dogs at a distance, treating them like dumb animals, or more worried about drool and muddy paw prints than throwing the frisbee, they're not the kind of people I want to hang around with.  On the other hand, if they're relaxed, playful, and willing to overlook the slobbery kisses and black fur everywhere, they're probably my kind of person.

Besides, my Doberman Tiny--80 pounds of solid muscle--is a fantastic deterrent for keeping creepers or "overly-friendly" guys at bay.

It's also completely impossible for me to be upset while playing with my dogs, so it's more conducive to a relaxed environment.  

Fic: Skyrim. "Light armor or heavy?"

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Light armor or heavy?

One look at the stranger approaching The Scorched Hammer told Balimund all that he needed to know about her.

She was a young Nord, with few battle scars on her tanned and wind-chapped skin.  Her gear was a wreck of mismatched pieces— a dented iron helm, tarnished Dwarven gauntlets, worn leather boots, and an Ancient Nordic cuirass, the likes of which hadn’t been worn in over a century.  A battered bow hung from her back and an iron shortsword, the leather coming unraveled from the pommel, was tucked into a makeshift belt at her hip.  A conspicuously heavy-looking purse hung around her waist, clinking and jangling with every step.

Balimund knew her type.  A young adventurer, returning from an expedition with her new-found loot and looking to upgrade.  And yet, whereas most adventurers would be riding high with their victory, a lightness in their step and maybe even a song on their lips, she seemed defeated.  She stared blankly at the tips of her threadbare boots, avoiding the eyes of everyone in the busy marketplace as she plodded onward.

Balimund put aside a half-finished sword and stood from his place at the grindstone to meet her.  “Evening ma’am.  Welcome to The Scorched Hammer.  I’m Balimund, and this is my forge.”

The woman sighed, leaning wearily against a nearby post.  “I’m Mara.”

Balimund smiled warmly.  “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mara.  What can I help you with? Are you looking for
weapons or armor?”

“Both.”  

“Excellent!  Light or heavy?”

Mara hesitated.  “I—I don’t know.”  She slumped forward, resting her head on the post.  “I’m kind of new at this and I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Well, I think we can fix that.”  Balimund pulled out a couple of stools and offered one to Mara, who collapsed onto it wearily.  He then instructed her to remove her gauntlets and began measuring her hands.

“What’s your weapon of choice?”

“I’m okay with a sword, but I prefer the bow.”

“Alright.  Sounds like light armor might be your best bet.  What kind of adventuring will you be doing?  Hunting?  Mercenary work?  Exploring ruins?”

Mara stiffened, yanking her hand away.  She shivered in the cool evening air, wrapped her arms around her torso as though hugging herself.  “I have a quest.  But I don’t even know where to begin.   I don’t know how I’m—“  She stopped, covering her face with her hands and breathing deeply as she fought to collect herself.  With a final fortifying breath, Mara reached into her pack and pulled out a few pieces of splintered wood that Balimund recognized as bits of a broken bow.  “I’ll be fighting dragons.  Though how I’m supposed to do that and save hundreds of lives when I can’t even protect one person, I have no idea.  Faendal trusted me, believed in me, and this--” she said, gesturing to the broken bow, “this is all that’s left of him.”

Something about Mara tugged at Balimund’s heartstrings.  She seemed defeated, from the bleakness in her eyes to the slump of her shoulders, as though she was carrying a too-heavy burden that she desperately wanted to be rid of.  And yet at the same time, there was a quiet determination in the set of her jaw and the way she clung tightly to the shattered bow.  Balimund decided right then and there that he liked this woman.  He carefully took the splintered wood from her and set it aside before taking her much smaller hand between his own callused ones.  “I don’t know that I can do much, but I want to help.  Come back in one week and I’ll have your new gear ready.”

Over the next six days, Mara stayed hidden away in her room at The Bee and Barb.  She slept restlessly.  When she awoke with the sun and looked out her window, it was to see Balimund already busy at the forge.  At night, she was lulled to sleep by the distant but steady clink clinking of a hammer.

On the seventh day, Mara met Balimund at the forge.  She was expecting to discuss payment first and was therefore completely unprepared for Balimund to, without even a word of greeting, usher her over to his workbench and sweep aside a pile of furs, revealing the gear hidden underneath.

The armor and weapons were beautiful, green glass seeming to glow in early dawn light.  Her hands hovered over them, wanting to touch, to trace the intricate engraving, but she hesitated.

“I can’t pay for this.”

“Sure you can.  It’s only 150 gold.”

Mara stared at Balimund in disbelief.  “You and I both know that this is worth far more than 150 gold.  I can’t accept this.”

He returned her stare with a smile.  “If you don’t have the money, consider it a gift.”

Mara gave into temptation and lifted the bow.  It was perfectly balanced.  Apparently, he really could work miracles with his forge.  Her fingertips ghosted over the etchings, her throat catching as she found a single word blended into the design.

Faendal.

“I’ll give you no less than 400, and I consider that a down payment.”

Balimund chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest.  “That’s not what I intended, but I have a feeling that arguing with you would be futile.”

Reluctantly, Mara set the bow aside.  Turning to Balimund, she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.  “Thank you.  If there’s anything I can do to repay you, you have simply to name it.”

Balimund stared into the forge, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.  “You mentioned dragons.  If you happen to come across any scales or bones,  I’d appreciate it if you threw a few my way.  Might be interesting to experiment with them.”

For the first time since setting foot in Skyrim, Mara laughed.  “Consider it done.”
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Prompts:
1. An arrow that can kill a dragon
2. Advice from an old hero
3. Crossover!

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Author's note:  This is the longer version of a ficlet for the Weekly Community Challenge at tes_skyrim.  I'll have to to trim it up a bit before I can get it all into one comment though.
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Things they don't teach you at the College


Perched on a cliff overlooking the Sea of Ghosts, the College of Winterhold was a cold and often miserable place.  In the dead of winter, frigid winds coming off the water left frost on the stone walls and stole a mage's breath with sudden with sudden chilly drafts.    

The professors recommended that new students enchant their robes, boots, and furs with warming spells, but it was never enough for Mara.  Though a Nord by birth, Mara was raised in Hammerfell in the city of Rihad.   She longed to return to the warm coastal waters, especially late at night when her toes were numb and her breath appeared in little white puffs in front of her face.  After one too many bone-chilling nights, Mara—ever the inventive one—took to the Arcanaeum, determined to find some way to keep warm in the drafty old college. 

She eventually found her answer, but not in the pages of a dusty old tome.  Instead, she found it in Onmund’s bashful blush as their fingers touched over a borrowed quill, and in J’zargo’s purring voice as he whispered questions in her ear.

Now, with her face nuzzled into Onmund’s neck and J’zargo wrapped around her from behind like a living blanket, Mara’s nights were filled with a warmth far more all-encompassing than that of a measly spell and deeper than the waters of the Abecean Sea.


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Prompts:

1.  The return of the Dwemer
2.  Testing experimental spells for fun and profit
3.  Experimenting with skooma


Author's Note:  This was written for (and cross-posted to) the Weekly Community Challenge at tes_skyrim.
   

Writer's Block: Groundhog Day

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What kind of question is this?  The groundhog either did or didn't see his shadow.  What I think doesn't really matter.  Maybe I think he did, maybe I think he didn't, or maybe I think he's a turnip.  That doesn't change the fact that it's an easily Googled "yes or no" question.
 

Did the groundhog see its shadow? What do you think?

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"When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am 50, I read them openly. When I became a man, I put away childish things--including the fear of childishness and the desire to be grown-up."
-C.S. Lewis

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