Just Another Day in Pinedale

"Nevy!" The girl to Neffydd's left was agitated. She kept leaning over the table to look out of the Pinedale Inn window. "I think our friend is in need... She looks distressed. She may need our help."

Neffydd looked up from her chess game with her sister's lover, an elf with giant bloodlines, Fia Minaya Onorata, to face the human Nord, Floki, directly. She was looking out the window again so Neffydd leaned over a bit to look out, with her.

Shael was in the courtyard speaking with the mercenaries who had gathered by the fire. She seemed agitated, but Neffydd knew she had things under control. She sat back down and made her next move at her sad little chess game.

"If there's one thing Shael is good at, it's getting men to do her bidding." She winked at Fia, who smiled back and took Neffydd's rook off the board. The innkeeper's husband chuckled with the traveling games master and said something just the polite side of lewd.

"Oh..." Awe tinted Floki's voice. "She found someone..."

"Just one?" Neffydd looked up in disbelief.

"No. Five." Floki's eyes were following the group as they passed the window and marched down the well-worn road. A few minutes later Fia had nailed Neffydd's king to the wall and Neffydd was finished with her ale.

"Let's go see if they still need help." Floki begged Neffydd.

"OK." Neffydd pointed down the road. "They went this way."

They hiked up the path to the crossroads and started to turn right, toward the voices of a group who seemed to be in a heavy discussion. Neffydd heard Floki gasp and turned to their left to behold a pair of hideous creatures baring down on them.

No sooner had Neffydd drawn her sword, than she realized that the creatures were Bagmen and if she were to be hit by their fear spells she would be held, powerless to stop them for injuring her and Floki then looting their valuables.

She started to run toward the people who were gathered in the common yard of a grouping of buildings just down the path.

"Help us!" She was all she could scream before her world turned into a nightmare.

Icy fingers of apprehension gripped Neffyd's spine, sending tingles into her body and clasping her lungs in a vise-like grip. She fell to the ground and the people morphed into monsters. She could hear the terrified screaming of her compatriot and the hungry growling of the monsters as they gathered around her body, paralyzed in fear. She covered her head as one of the beasts reached toward her. She screamed for help, hoping the noise would scare the creature away.

She felt fingers brush her shoulder and a warmth flowed through her body. Be calm... The thought flowed through her, chasing her terror away.


"OK... I got ya." A gentle voice said from above Neffydd. "Calm down. Are you hurt?"

Neffydd took a deep breath and a mental inventory before shaking her head. She looked up, into the lean face of her elven savior.

"N-no..." She stuttered. "Just... Just the fear, I think." She pushed herself up, off the ground and stood on shaky legs. She took a few deep, cleansing breaths and followed the elf into the common yard. Floki was escorted by another and they were set on a bench to wait for an escort back toward the Inn.

"Does this happen often?" Her breathless companion asked.

"Every time I visit this forsaken place." Neffydd sighed. "At least it's not raining... Yet."

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O/C 5-8-14:

Do to popular request and gaining permission to use the proper place name, I have changed the name from 'Springdale' to 'Pinedale' to reflect the Kingdoms of Novitas' town.

Some of the characters are recurring people in my blog, (& life, for that matter,) therefore some things about them may deviate from KoN cannon. Please understand that this is a fantastical retelling of my life, so most of the posts are going to be out of KoN cannon.

Thanks for reading!
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Leigh

Dreamy

She turned in her lover's arms and pressed her cheek against his chest. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heart thump, thump, thump-ing under her face and hear the warm breath whooshing through his chest, then passing over her sharp ears.

She kissed the smooth skin of his chest, near her mouth. Her lips parted and she inhaled the taste of him; her tongue darting out for a better lick. She tuned her face and kissed the hard nub of his nipple then shifted her weight so she could reach a kiss to his collar bone with a nibble for his pectoral.

His skin tightened when she traced her fingers along his ribs and goose flesh raised. She brushed her lips across the fine, soft hairs under his adam's apple and giggled when he shivered. Her tongue traced his jaw for a bit, delighting in the feeling of his stubble.

She kissed the point of his chin and the corner of his mouth. When his lips parted to hers she nibbled the fleshy lower one, his moan sending a thrill through her. His fingers wound through her hair and stroked her scalp, making her ears tingle.

Then he was pushing her to him and she drove her tongue into his mouth. She savored the sweetness she found there. His tongue followed her's back and filled her mouth, searching; for what? He only knew... but she tugged on him and he pressed her harder in.

She tilted her chin and he moved under her, fitting them together like puzzle pieces. She felt his other hand slide down her spine and press into the small of her back. A fire lit in her belly.

She lifted herself onto her elbows and broke away from the kiss to gasp. She felt him growing under her hips and she wanted to taste more. She looked into his eyes and her heart started to pound. She loved how he looked at her; how her body and eyes seemed to be equally important when his hungry gaze was eating her up.

She threw the blanket back and shivered when the sharp cold of the night air hit her skin...

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Neffydd woke to the waning light of the Winter afternoon. She shivered again and pulled the blankets up, over her shoulders. There was a dream she was never going to get back... DAMMIT!

Thawing an Icy Heart

The deliciously hot water lapped over Neffydd's head and filled her ears, muffling the music playing from her aether com on the bathing room counter. She was hoping to boil out the horrible feelings that seemed to thrum through her body with each painful heartbeat.

She focused on relaxing every muscle and the tickle of air bubbling through her hair as the water invaded, forcing the lighter gas to escape in every direction. The water creeped its way into he ear canals with a wet hiss and she could hear the music again. She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling trying to sort the things that were running through her brain.

She had seen Jedi again, last night after their favorite Sunday outing, but her hibernation cycle had gotten the better of her. While waking in her lover's arms was one of the most wonderful sensations, sleeping through the scant time he could spend with her was crushing.

"I'm gonna have to go soon." Jedi murmured in her ear as soon as he noticed she had reawakened.

"Nooo..." She groaned and clutched to his arm, burying her face in his richly scented skin. The smell of him was comforting and exciting at the same time.

"I have to." He stroked her hair and kissed her head as he pulled her hands from him.

"I know," Neffydd sighed and let her arms fall to her sides. "But I don't have to like it."

Jedi left the room for a moment and returned to put on his coat and hat.

"You know..." She gave him a half smile, still laying where he had left her. "This is becoming a bad habit."

"What?" He asked, his expression a weird mix of smile and grimace. "Me going to my home and my family?" A frigid-hot spike pierced her soul, striking her momentarily breathless. Why couldn't his place be with her?

Jedi didn't seem to note her weakness and she she was able to catch her breath again. She knew he had responsibilities that he didn't neglect... that was one of the things that attracted her to him.

"No," She plastered on a bright smile that she was pretty sure wasn't as bright as it was meant to be. "Leaving wanton women in the middle of the night." She gave up on the smile as a bad job and settled for a pout that was a bit closer to the real emotions trying to beat their way out.

"It's not like you'll be lonely, with all the people here." It almost sounded as if he were trying to convince himself.

"People aren't interchangeable." She frowned up at him. "I can keep company with others, but I still miss you."

He stared at her for a few moments, looking shocked. "I don't know what to say about that."

"Then say nothing." Neffydd shrugged.

"Don't worry," He told her and opened the portal. "I'll see you soon." With that, he was gone.

Neffydd sat up and scrubbed her face in an attempt to force the agonizing ache back. There really was no reason for such emotional shenanigans. He couldn't leave her, because she didn't really have him. They'd only been acquainted for a little over two moon cycles, but every time they were together it was like fitting in that missing piece. Every time he left for his home she missed that piece.

Her face was still in her hands when she heard the portal open. She whipped her head around, mind automatically listing the location of every weapon she could reach in under three ticks.

Jedi grinned at her from the door and lifted a satchel of snack foods.

"Tomoe left this behind." He stepped inside and leaned toward her, discarding the sack. "Any excuse for another kiss..."

Whoopse!

Neffydd settled into the first seat on the public carriage going to The Pit. She settled her wings around her shoulders to keep the damp chill off and turned up the music on her portable player. She opened her mobile com as it buzzed and replied with a smile. The transport bounced and weaved in its familiar pattern as it sped down the city streets. The bus slowed to a stop and she looked up from the solid transfer on her com as she scented an overly familiar presence.

She ground her needle-sharp teeth resisting the urge to trip the half troll and watch her fall smacking her ungainly face on the carriage seats. The tall, unsymmetrical, hunched woman had wispy thin hair and a bit of drool sliding out of the corner of her gap-toothed half smirk. Neffydd's nemesis and ex-best-friend, Nikolah would have her day... but Neffydd had to be to work so couldn't risk being incarcerated. At least not tonight.

She was still envisioning the ugly woman's face hitting the solid seats and exploding into a gooey, bloody mess as she thanked the transport driver and stepped off the carriage.

Perhaps one day all her dreams would come true...

Walking in The City

Neffydd stepped out into the bright morning light and winced. "UGH..."

It was almost painfully bright, but considering how often she actually saw the Bright Orange Ball it was a wonder she could stand it at all. Most of her kind never even stepped a foot into the light of the BOB as it was ever so uncomfortable. Not deadly, by far; just more light than they would like to have shone upon their bodies.

Warder Sullens stepped out behind her and and slid his favorite darkened glass spectacles onto his face. "A little bright, huh?" he quipped.

"A little..." Came her snide reply.

They walked a short block down to the public transit stop, chatting and enjoying the cool breeze that contrasted the warm light of the BOB so well. 

The transit ride was pleasant and they reached the mid-city transfer with enough minutes to spare to do their banking and catch the carriage to their destination. 

The carriage bell rang when Neffydd pulled the Stop Request cord and the driver maneuvered the vehicle out of traffic and into the temporary parking stop at the curb.

"Are you riding down the street to your stop," Neffydd asked Sullens, "or are you disembarking with me and walking down?"

"I'll go with you." Sullens said with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Neffydd made sure as they rose from the bench, "Your stop is just down the street..."

"Then I'll walk." He motioned for her to precede him out.

"OK." She grinned and thanked the driver as she stepped onto the walk.

Their vehicle had stopped right in front of the salon that Neffydd wanted and she strutted up to the door. Warder Sullens grabbed her and pulled her into an embrace before walking off down the street. Neffydd walked into the salon and was greeted by heavy smells of acrylic and acetone. 

"Can I help you?" a middle aged Chin-chin Kobakama asked from her seat where she worked on a largish Brownie's feet.

"Yes." Neffydd affirmed. "I need a trim and fill..." She held up her hands for the woman to inspect from afar.

"Go to table four, please?" The Kobakama directed and Neffydd sat to wait... and wait.

She listened to the other women chatter amongst themselves about their day-to-day lives and smiled a bit. She watched people come and go as the smallish creatures trimmed, ground, buffed, repaired, tweezed, and cut to their hearts content. Warder Sullens came to check on her at one point but quickly left again stating that the acrid smell was already giving him a headache.

Finally a Chin-chin Kobakama man sat in front of her and held out his hands for hers. She placed her hands in his and relaxed into her monthly routine. 

Grind. Trim. Pluck. Sand. Repair. Smooth. Buff. Condition... She got up to wash her hands off when she was directed and picked a lacquer color that would look cute on the tips of her claws. The Kobakama woman sat in front of her and Neffydd described what sort of design she wanted.

"Just the tips in the green," She motioned toward the vial of lacquer. "Then a thin purple swish where the tip meets the bed?" It was quickly done as they chatted about Sullens and the woman's daughter, then the woman took her payment.

Neffydd sat herself at the drying tables and waited for the thin layers of polish to set and harden. For about half an hour she sat, relaxing and watching the bustle then gently stroked the lats painted nail to check how dry it was. She deemed the paint dry enough, turned off the fans she was using, got up from her chair and pulled out her mobile com to call Sullens as soon as she was on the street again.

She thanked the couple working the shop and reached for the door while looking at her phone. The door opened before she could reach it and she looked up.

"Hey you!" She smiled at Sullens and he held up a bag to her. "Perfect timing; I was just going to call you!" and they walked out the door.

"Shall we walk?" Neffydd offered, "Or wait for the bus?"

"We can walk while we wait." Sullens replied.

They walked down the street took a turn about a block away and walked across the bridge, under the over pass and past their favorite curio shop. 

Neffydd had now been up 20 hours. She had wanted to spend time with Sullens as they did their chores but her body was starting to have an issue with the exercise without enough sleep. Her legs, stomach and back were beginning to cramp as she pushed on. It was nothing like things she'd endured in the past, just a mild discomfort, really. Sure did make it hard to walk, though.

A half mile walk more and she could lay down in her bed. A quarter mile; three blocks; a parking lot and a street; a set of steps and a hallway... Finally she stepped into the cool comfort of her sleeping suite, feeling so much better to be out of the light of the BOB.

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There we go, people! Sorry it's been so long!

Out of Sync (This is why no one can see me.)

Neffydd had been noticing a disturbing recurrence of events, lately.

Occasionally people had difficulties finding her, no matter how glaringly obvious she was. Some of those times, despite deductive evidence that it was completely impossible to miss her, people just couldn't find her... and she would never see them looking.

It's not uncommon for one of her children to go looking for her and completely miss her. They're not very good at paying any type of attention to any type of thing at all.

However, when Warder Sullens was having a procedure at the local medical facility Neffydd sat in the only waiting room, in front of the only door, next to the only lifter reading her book for almost five hours before someone came to get her.

The elderly wood elf cast her gaze across the room, "Neffydd?" She looked confused.

"Yes...?" Neffydd was concerned that the two hour procedure had taken so long. Her mind was making up all manner of horrid things that could have happened.

"Where have you been?" The nurse sounded testy. "We've been looking for you. Sullens is getting ready to leave."

"What?" It was Neffydd's turn to be confused. "I've been sitting here the entire time."

"We sent someone to get you almost two hours ago." The older elf guided them to a lower floor and toward Sullens chamber, "It must have been while you were in the latrine or something."

"I've been 'holding it' so I wouldn't miss him." Neffydd replied darkly. "I was in that room the entire time."

"Well, I don't know then. There's only one entrance and exit to that department." The nurse parted the curtain to Sullens room and reunited them.

Neffydd mulled over how she could have missed seeing Sullens, on a padded gurney, attached to an IV bag and beeping monitors, in the company of a nurse, a technician and an orderly who were all actively looking for her.

Later that week, and again a few weeks later, she waited for public transit a extra ordinary amount of time before using her telecom to call for information. Both times she was told that her transport had come and gone, without seeing her at all.

Now, Neffydd is not reclusive, she doesn't wear washed out dark colors or pastels, she doesn't ignore things or people who pass by, she is not deaf or blind... Quite the opposite, in fact. Her wardrobe is of bright and often primary colors, she talks to random people for entertainment, she can hear a pin drop in a party and she only needs corrective lenses for reading.

How, then, is it possible to miss her standing on the side of the road, waiting patiently, bored out of her ever-loving mind? Sullens was even with her one of the times! A six-and-a-half foot demon, for goodness sake! The public transit workers have a lot to take care of while guiding a large caravan down busy streets. Sometimes they don't see the people waiting. But when Neffydd never sees, (or hears,) the transport pass, it means something is amiss.

These events seem to be recurring more frequently over the past few years. As a child, Neffydd was always good at finding places to hide and read a favorite novel. Children often are. As a young teen, she was shy and attributed her seeming invisibility to a lack of people who wanted to find her. In her later teens and early twenties Neffydd decided that the only reason she had for not having many friends was her lack of effort; so she changed her attitude. Now she literally knew hundreds of people, but even her closest friends, family and lovers occasionally lost her in plain sight.

Neffydd's working theory is that she has to make the effort to stay in sync with the rest of society. If she's not paying strict attention to being able to be found, she can't be. Unfortunately, just like Arthur Dent's ability to fly, if she's thinking about it even in the slightest, she re-syncs. Even if she's thinking about how to stay invisible.

She's been sat on while reading, stepped on in a theater, channel-changed while watching a telecast, jumped on while sleeping, glanced-through while working, bumped, banged, shoved, gossiped about, discussed, and so on. The only other remedy seems to be if someone knows exactly where she is, and she doesn't move an inch.

Six hr, Six min, Six sec AKA One Hell of a Time

Neffydd's head hurt but it wasn't very bad so she ignored it. She got to The Pit of Hell just a little over two hours ago and was already bored.

For the first hour she had sat at a reception desk in a higher level than her normal office, directing people toward the only office that was still open so late. She had that assignment because her boss couldn't get the schedule right and had tried to schedule four staff members to use two computers.

For the next half hour she had sat in the break room after escorting her co-worker, the fairy, to the door. She was avoiding the petty posturing and sniping of the other two of her co-workers, a pair of aging harpies, who each thought the other was inept and bossy.

When one of the harpies left for the night Neffydd finally got a chair in front of a computer but still had nothing to do. She had to do her best to look busy or Della would tell her boss about how lazy Neffydd was. Never mind that the phone that Neffydd was supposed to be answering wasn't RINGING!

She listened to Della rant about this and that. She read a story. She checked her messages. She wrote some. She drank something that was supposed to be stimulating, but only made her have to pee. She chit-chatted about how pizza really did still have calories...

Only six hours, six minutes and six seconds to go until time to fly the coup.

Emergency!

Neffydd awoke with a start, confused, dry of mouth, scared. Her brain was trying to decipher her surroundings with an urgency that was bewildering to her in her hung-over state. Her eyes were still closed; she was sniffing the air and listening hard.

Then she heard it.

The Noise. The sounds of distress that always hung Neffydd's heart in her throat. But it was muffled.

Her brain kicked into high gear, "Emergency Mode", she called it. He eyes snapped open, and she screamed for her sisters before she even turned over. She grabbed Warder Sullens by the shoulders and pulled herself to her knees, simultaneously pulling him out of his pillow where he was quietly smothering while he seized. His brain seeking vengeance for some slight, by trying to kill him in his sleep.

Aine threw the door to Neffydd's suite open, telecom in her hand, finger over the toggle. "Is he...?" She saw Sullens twitching in Neffydd's arms and triggered the communicator. The device blared a warning bell and connected to the city's emergency services. She walked out of the suite, toward the front entry, blurting information at high speed to the dispatcher over the com.

Sullens' body quieted, and Neffydd checked his breathing. She let him down and pulled him over onto his back, then found them clothing.

Aine reported that the public emergency conveyance was on it's way and Tomoe pulled Mini back into the common room when she tried to run into her parents' suite.

The emergency health techs tromped their Centauran feet into the suite and took charge of Sullens while a Faun spoke to Neffydd. Name of patient? What's wrong? History of brain storms? Age? Height? Weight? Neffydd answered the questions mechanically, as she had done so many times before. Her brain slowed and she couldn't shake the fog out from between her ears or thin her tongue enough to pronounce some of the medical words they wanted from her... She was still hung-over from drinking last night... her head was pounding, her mouth dry & sticky, her stomach growling it's displeasure and her eyes wanted to close out the displeasures of the morning to send her back to sleep.

The Centaur pulled Sullens from his bed and carried him out to their waiting conveyance. Neffydd scrubbed her face then changed her clothes to something presentable, gathered a few things they would need into a big satchel then followed the Centaur and climbed into the vehicle.

She sat on the bench at the front of the cart, chatting small-talk with the Centaur pulling it while the Faun tended to Sullens in the back. The Centaur was a young fellow, full of enthusiasm for his job. Neffydd though he might burn-out soon. She'd seen it happen before.

The Emergency ward was calm when they arrived. She commented on the quiet nature of the ward and was shushed by five different attendants.

"Did she just JINX us?" A nurse asked the Faun.

"Yep!" He replied with a sharp-toothed grin.

Thirty minutes later the noise level in the ward rose as the rooms on either side of theirs got, one a possible heart failure, then the other a drug addict who had tried to quit but thought she was dying from the withdrawal. The former had pain that came and went causing her to call out occasionally, the latter made continuous moaning and crying noises, calling out to passers-by that she was dying from the pain until they finally gave her enough medicines to put her to sleep.

The rest of the stay was uneventful as they medicated Sullens then let him rest while watching him to make sure he wasn't going to seize again.

Aine arrived to bring them all home, with promises of breakfast at their favorite diner.

Mmmmmm breakfast burger...

Work?

Meanwhile, at The Pit of Hell:

"Good evening and thank you for calling, The Pit of Hell! My name is Neffydd, How may I disservice you?" The spiel is so ingrained in Neffydd's head that she doesn't even have to think about the words...

"Do ya hash a fishes?"

"Pardon? We have what?"

"Should ew hatz a issues??"

"Issues? I don't understand..."

"TRASHER ME DO AMID DANCE!!!!"

"OH! Sure! I can transfer you to Admitting. Have a nice night!" Click-click-click-click-tap.

Never mind that there are no fishes in Admitting; plenty of issues, but no fish.

Andur the Gnome was working in the next seat over... Andur has verbal diarrhea most nights and had already gone through the nights events once before Neffydd had shown him that there was a new flash game that he could access on The Pit's Aether-com. He was now clicking happily & would only be spouting out gems like: "Deader than a door mouse..." and "Soon business will pick up!"

SIGH...

Maybe it will when the Zombies get their godsdam act together...

But for now Neffydd sits in a particularly uncomfortable chair every night waiting to leave while occasionally doing what she's being paid obscene amounts of mullah to do, drinking copious amounts of thick, bitter, stimulating beverages and reading other people's blogs.

INTERNET! FOREVER...

The Warder Day Off; better known as: MY FOOD!

MINIONS! Minions everywhere!

Neffydd's head was pounding as she found herself wishing for the dark silence of just a couple hours ago when everyone in the suite, but her, was asleep.

It was Warder Sullens' day off and he was fast asleep in her soft, warm, inviting bed. She longed to be there too as she swallowed another headache tablet and craned her neck first this way, then that, counting minions. Where had that littlest one got to?? There she was, crawling under a chair... Meh. Whatever kept her from screaming.

"HEY!" Screamed Lilly, "That one's MIIIIINE!!!" The minions had been given a bowl of fluffy pop-grains to eat and now they we fighting over each and every grain.

"That's IT!" Neffydd yelled in return. "Lilly! Away from the bowl." And she picked the willful child up, setting her down a few feet away.

"Noooooooo!" Lilly cried, more than a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Yes!" Neffydd commanded. "You tried to start fights over a GRAIN. I'm not having any of it!"

The rest of the Minions quieted enough to watch, wide-eyed, as Lilly stomped her little elven feet, HUMPHed and stuck her fingers into her pouting mouth. There was no chance the other Minions would let her near the bowl now... more for them.

Neffydd went to check on Mini, who had been sent to the dorm for various offenses. When she got to the dorm entrance she spied the half elf/demon scurrying back into the dorm, naked as the day she was birthed. Mini slammed the door shut as her mother got to it so Neffydd slammed it back open.

"What, pray tell, ARE you doing???" The small child was huddled under her blankets, peering over them with her huge, baleful eyes.

"I was going potty..." she whimpered.

"Naked?" Neffydd asked. Mini nodded. "And what about this morning? What were you doing then??" the morning had started with Mini asking for breakfast, Sebock and Zennaton were already up and making noise in their dorm. Neffydd was feeding her sister's youngest, a newborn elf is a very fragile thing and has to have a very regular schedule so she couldn't just put the baby down to cater to the whims of her own spoiled child. Neffydd had told Mini to ask her brothers to pour a bowl of cereal for her along with their own. After a few moments Ayesha came in to inform Neffydd that Mini was screaming at the top of her lungs instead of removing herself from the boys dorm... a place she knew she had no right to be in the first place.

"They wouldn't gimme brekkist!" She whined.

"They told you to leave so you wouldn't get in trouble AND so they could get dressed in private!" Neffydd reiterated.

"...but..." Mini pouted, "I just wanted my cereal..."

"You need to learn to wait." Neffydd was soooo tired of having to tell this child that she wasn't the planetary ruler. "Instead of waiting for a few moments while they got dressed, you have had to wait until everyone was done eating. Was that what you wanted?" Mini shook her head. "Well get dressed so you can have your breakfast." Neffydd walked out of the dorm and into the kitchen to pour cereal.

Beginnings are usually boring...A.K.A. Remind me to get the money.

The winged Elf, Neffydd opened her wide, green-ringed cobalt eyes to the blissful silence of her bedchambers. Her demon lover, Warder Sullens, was gone from her side and most likely the reason the minions-in-training weren't creating chamber-penetrating cacophony.

She looked over to the time piece on one of her many clothing chests and saw that it was nearing time for her oldest minion, Sebock, her tall but skinny Elven son, to come home from his training. In fact, the muted squeeeee'ing from the minions-in-training and the tenor barking from the Stoner Dog semi-god must be the heralding of Sebock's arrival.

Neffydd stretched until her joints popped and rolled over to view her ether-line communicator. She opened up her message board and viewed a few posts from various friends and acquaintances before sending a message to her friend Katryni, an interesting Pixie lady with a beautiful body covered in wonderful tattoos. Neffydd was hopeful that Katryni would become her lover, but being a timid Elven lass she could never find the nerve to ask, so when Katryni replied almost immediately a small thrill ran through Neffydd. They chatted for a while as Neffydd ordered the invasion of a small country and sent a spy into another.

"MOMMMYYYYY!!!" Neffydd's chamber door flung open in front of Minni's panicked dismay. "I asked for a treat but daddy said NOOOOOOO..."

Neffydd chuckled and held her sobbing child for a few moments, "Do you want a cuddle?" The minion-in-training shook her head as Sullens came through the door. He picked up the small child and dragged her onto the bed for a proper mauling before letting her go.

"I need to bathe," she announced to Sullens, "Would you like to join me?"

"Of course, my love." He agreed and Minni started to unbutton her shirt.

"Not you!" Neffydd laughingly clarified to the small elf-demon hybrid, "Just Daddy and me!"

"Ahwww!" Minni whined, "But I NEED a bath!"

"Maybe you can have a bath later?" Neffydd offered

"She had a bath earlier." Sullens countered.

"Oh, really?" Neffydd took her child's face in her hands and kissed her brow, "Then I'm sure you're clean enough for this day."

Neffydd and Sullens gathered their things and trudged to the back of their spacious, yet jam-packed suite where the bathing chamber was. While she was washing her hair, Neffydd noticed an odd noise coming from out of the shower. She slid the door aside and peeked out to see Minni standing in the doorway, with a bath toy, humming to herself.

"NO, Minni." Neffydd said with as much authority as a naked, wet, winged Elf could muster. "You may NOT come into the bath with us."

Minni puckered her face, made a 180° spin and went screeching back down the hall. 'That's what you get,' Neffydd thought to herself, 'When you mix Elves and demons.'

A little while later Zennaton arrived home, "Mom!" the small Elven boy demanded her attention, "I need the money for my trip! Did you get it? It has to be in by tomorrow..."

"I'll have it for you before you leave tomorrow." Neffydd peered around the kitchen where her son had waylaid her.

Sebock had washed the pots and pans then run out to play with a friend before anyone could find anything more for him to clean. Her sister, Aine, another winged elf and their housemate Ayesha Lelle, a succubus, were just starting to bread and fry fish that smelled delicious. Neffydd looked into the pan and saw that the first pieces were just beginning to crisp around the edges becoming a delightful golden brown. It boggled Neffydd's mind how something so beautiful could be in a pan manned by someone who's main food repertoire was pasta with a sauce... usually jarred red sauce from the market.

The fish had a nice crunch and a delicate flavor that really popped with just a little salt, pepper and lemon. It was served with garlic flavored mashed potatoes that complimented the fish well and a carrot/pea combo that Neffydd didn't eat as peas were probably her least favorite vegitable ranking right under shrimp in the 'List of Things I Refuse to Eat".

While she ate Neffydd wrote some mediocre things and chatted with Katryni then Minni came to give a kiss and hug good night and took Neffydd's empty plate to the kitchen.

Neffydd glanced at the clock and realized that it was time to leave. PAST time to leave! As she was running out the door Zennaton yelled after her: "Don't forget the money!"

Good Night!
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There you have it folks. First real blog post! And a look into my EXTRA-BORING life ;-) I'll post again when there's actually something to write! Haha...

A Lil Somat About This Blog

Years ago I had a blog on Live Journal called "Just Call Me Leigh" I posted a couple times, then dropped it from boredom... this is the same thing that happened to ALLLLLLLL of my diaries and journals made of paper.

This time I vow to keep at it, creating fanciful things for you to read at least once a week, if not once every couple of days. I can't promise that you'll see a post every day, well, because I have adult ADD & I know how to make COFFEE! mmmm... cofffeeeeeee....

Anyway, this thing is connected to my Google+ so if you REALLY think I need to get on-the-ball PM me & I'll write something.

In this blog you'll be seeing stories of a fantastical nature. The stories will be of my real life, but the whole thing will be run through my Virtual Reality filter that has been set to "Complete Malarkey". You will see different forms of Fæ, martial arts that include sword fighting, Ninjitsu, Jedi training & people who scream "ARRRGGGH!" You may read visualizations that depict torture, debauchery and depredation... These are, normally, all in my head. Most of the time... unless it's in August, then anything Mundane is probably not real.

The people in my life are in here but they're masked with alter egos of their choosing, (or mine if they refuse to participate.) So they can readily find themselves in my fantasy world but their shenanigans won't be readily identifiable to the general populace.

Comments on my grammar and spelling choices will be disregarded as not part of the world in which chanMaelgwyn is placed... because I said so.

Anyway... onto the goodness...