Izit yores?

Neffydd looked up from her writing as the tinkling sounds grew stronger. Mini was standing in the doorway with something in dangling from her upheld hand. Something that sounded for all the worlds like the miniature horse and sleigh that had come with the miniature winter village was trotting around shaking miniature sleigh bells.
"Mommy?" She said, no shyness in her youth-high voice. "Iz this yores?"
"Is what mine, honey?"
"This!" she shook the thing again; this time making it sound as if she had a bell fey by the wings.
"Bring it here."
"Izit yores??" She insisted as she entered the pool of light Neffydd was using and held out a silver belled chain with a hook in one end.
"Yes, baby!" She took her dancing anklet from her daughter. "I've been looking for this! Thanks!"
Mini smiled and ran back to play with her cousin. "IT WAZ HERZ!" Neffydd heard the excited child yell at someone.
She smiled and went back to her work.

Some more about this blog (O/C 6/21/12)

HEY GUYS!!!!

I know you're there. I can see you are reading my page. There's traffic stats that tell me over TWO HUNDRED views. Where's the love?

It's my birthday and I'm going to ask you for something. I would like to see subscriptions, shares and COMMENTS!

You see, this is a creative writing exercise I've given myself and I would love to hear what you think. I'm trying to build my creative thinking muscles, but I need some spotters! Feed-back, people! Feed-back!

I'm trying to get into the habbit of turning every-day things into fantasy stories so that I stop getting writers' block every couple of days. Who can get blocked, if they can tell an elaborate story about making a snack??? (Me. That's who...)

Comments will help me entertain you... and if you're obnoxious enough, you'll end up in the story. Guaranteed! Hehe.

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Such a Looooong Weekend!

'Ohhh, my god! I'm so tiiiired...' Neffydd thought as she lay down and surfed the aether web for something interesting to watch. She started up a serial she liked and settled back into the soft pillows.

Her body was numb, her brain had pulled on a thought resistant covering and her eyes felt like there was sand in them. She sighed and rubbed her eyes again as the show stuttered to a halt mid stream. She gave up on the halted video and threw her arm over her brow, hiding in the crook of her arm.

This entire weekend was a grand comedy of errors that had resulted in a wakeful period of forty three horrible hours. Talk about a long weekend!

What had started as a normal day at the beginning of the weekend had Neffydd waking up to the pitter-patter of hyper elephants running through the hallways of their suite. She lay there for a few moments, then noted that the clock was showing three hours past median, so she threw back the light sheet covering her body and swung her legs down to the floor.

The shower felt good beating steamy delightfulness down on her shoulders and wings so she just stood in it's whispering glory until she noted a slight decrease in temperature. The shower knob squealed it's dismay as she twisted it off and the internal workings clunked as they released the rest of the water through the lower faucet.

She quickly rubbed her body dry then doubled over so her hair was dangling in front of her knees and wrapped the over-sized towel around her head. She flipped her towel-wrapped hair up and wrapped her bathrobe about her before returning to her chambers to dress completely.

The boys were returning from training and the girls were chasing each other, there was music playing from somewhere and a video showing on the projector, Aine was talking loudly at someone and Tomoe was clicking away, writing another story... Neffydd just stood there a moment and absorbed the cacophonous display of harmony.

"OH! Hi, Mom!" One of the Minions yelled and the others acknowledged her presence with varying volumes but equal enthusiasm.

Warder Sullens came over to her and fileld her in on the day's happenings then wandered off to start dinner as Neffydd sat down to check her various communications.

The evening went by with startling speed and soon Neffydd was dressed, painted, shod and supplied for her night at The Pit.

At The Pit she chatted away, amiably with Heartly, an aging nymph with an awesome personality. They were excitedly sharing ideas about something-or-other when alarms started ringing throughout the small room.

An emergency! Heartly pulled up the aethernet logging as Neffydd first confirmed the event, then opened a channel in the over head paging system.

"Emergency, floor three... Emergency, floor three..." She announced until they were contacted again and told that the required personnel were all accounted for.

When Heartly left at the end of her short shift Neffydd was left in the quiet solitude of early-mornings in The Pit's communications closet. She pulled up a story to read and settled into the silence.

Traveling home was uneventful but, when she tried to get some rest, one thing after another would jar her awake before she had fully slipped into unconsciousness. First Mini wanted to cuddle, then throw a kicking tantrum when her father collected her for breakfast. There was running, yelling, crying, barking, cursing, door-slamming... Just too much to sleep through.

Neffydd sighed and looked at the clock. 11:22 it glared, redly at her. She rolled over and slowed her breathing, taking deep breaths until she finally felt her body relaxing into sleep.

"Neffdd, it's time to get up..." Sullens had his hand on her hip.

She groaned and looked at the clock, again. 11:34... DAMMIT!!!!

"What the Hell?!?" she demanded.

"We were going to my parents' for lunch," He spoke softly, "remember?"

"Yes!" She wanted to wring his neck. "I remember telling you that I didn't want to leave for another HOUR!"

"But..." He started.

"I just want a little nap!" She cried.

"I thought you'd need some time to get ready." he shifted on the bed, probably pulling away so if she decided to murder him he could get out of the room quicker. "We were going to stop at Market, too."

"I am!" She tossed back the covers, revealing that she was almost completely dressed. "All I need is a shirt and shoes to be ready to walk out the door."

"OK," he replied, "I'll let you be."

"No use now." She sighed. "I won't be able to get to sleep before we have to go."

She rose and finished dressing then readied the Minions to leave. They packed the Minions into the conveyance and traveled to Market.

At Market they picked up a few trinkets and some medicine then headed out to Warder Sullens' parents.

When the arrived, Sullens' parents were assembling a delightful lunch. Mini danced around the kitchen trying to get as much attention from her grandmother as possible, delighted that she could 'help' her beloved grandmother assemble a fruit salad.

Lunch was soon consumed and Sullens' brother suggested that they all go to a near-by park to play. Before leaving, Neffydd was presented with a small cabinet with a sturdy top and several drawers and lidded cubbies for her sewing room. It was a great birthday gift! She'd been saying how much she wanted a sewing stand for a while.

Then they piled into their different traveling contraptions and headed to the park where they climbed on the playground, ran, chased, yelled, laughed, jumped... in general, had a pretty fun time.

When they thought the children were tired enough they assembled them into the vehicles and headed back to Sullens' parents house. Shortly after they left the park a peace officer stopped them, citing an inspection lapse then proceeded to bully and belittle Sullens for his memory problems before impounding the family vehicle. Neffydd knew that the officer had a job to do, she knew that the registration on the vehicle had been suspended and it had to be impounded... She didn't know why the officer had to be so wretched.

Sullens' father collected them from the side of the road, gave them a light "You know better" talking to, then brought them back home and talked over what they were going to do.

After returning home, Neffydd had just enough time to take a quick shower, dress appropriately and gather her things for work before boarding the public transportation to work.

Work was blessedly uneventful, besides discovering that one of the harpies, (the one no one liked,) had quit and Neffydd was about to start getting more hours. She exchanged a couple notes with Katryni and played some games.

Right before she left for the day, her boss sat with Neffydd in a meeting room for her monthly review. Her boss repremanded her for clocking in late eight times, then informed her that the policy is that ONE minute is late. Neffydd made a mental note to cut-in-line next time she was waiting at the time clock to punch-in... not matter how angry the other people get. He boss went on to inform Neffydd that not having a personal phone was a violation and it wasn't good enough that they had Sullens' phone number.

She rode home, on the public transport, listening to her portable music maker, watching the people come and go.

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...

At Tourney! or This is a REALLY Long Entry

Neffydd filed her talons as she waited. That's right, more waiting. This time it was waiting for Aine to get replacement transportation as the transport she had scheduled last week fell through, last minute. Every thing was packed into trunks and satchels; organized into piles for quickest loading and some of it already loaded into the conveyance that Neffydd had arranged.

Her boys had no classes today so they were running amok and playing with the girls while Neffydd had run out of things to pack and organize and had taken to drumming her fingers on the table top. 'That one's uneven' she thought of another talon and rubbed at it with her file.

The door to the lair breezed open announcing that Aine had arrived home. One look at her face and Neffyd knew that Aine had not had luck with her conveyance.

Neffydd heaved a mental sigh and went to talk to their flat-mate. After a short amount of haggling she was able to rent the vehicle for the weekend, but now they were half a day late getting started.

The second conveyance got packed in record time but the Minions were beginning to get cranky. The trip took over two hours, all the while Neffydd was thankful that the vibrations of travel had put all but the two oldest Minions to sleep.

Their late departure had them at the gates, waiting to speak to the occupants of the Troll booth just as the night beat the light away with a stick. Neffydd looked down at her niece, Lilly who had her little hands clamped firmly over her pointed filigree ears.

"What's wrong, Lilly?" She asked the little elf-child as they stood in the warm, quiet, late spring night.

"It's too loud!" Lilly hissed.

"What is?" Neffydd was completely confused, but she listened for sounds anyhow, only hearing the peeper toads from the pond down the path.

"The noise!" Neffydd still could hear nothing as Warder Sullens joined them to listen for the sound.

"There's nothing, Lilly..." He tried to reassure her, but the child became even more agitated.

Neffydd had an idea: "SHHH!" She pressed her fingers to her lips. "Can you hear the beeping noise?"

Lilly took her hands off her ears. "What?" She listened for a few moments. "Yes! I hear it!"

"Those are peeping toads! Do you know what toads are?"

"YEAHS!!!" The child trilled at the top of her lungs. "PEEP! PEEP! PEEP! I'M A TOAD!!!!!" crisis averted

They received their entitlement tokens from the trolls after paying the modest entrance fees then chose a spot way in the back of the site to set up their camp. It was quickly decided that only the most pertinent tents would be set up that night so the Minions could get to sleep.

Tomoe had her small tent up very quickly so she set about making hearty sandwiches for the rest of the family as they set up their own temporary domiciles. Neffydd barely remembers eating the meat, cheese and vegetable sandwich as she drove spikes into the ground around her simple, round, canvas yurt with her foot and pulled on guy lines making sure they were taut.

Falling into bed wasn't very memorable either.

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Some time just after dawn Mini started sobbing. It's not very uncommon for her to wake up and cry for a minute or two before falling back to sleep, but that morning she didn't return to slumber.

After a few minutes, Neffydd called out to her. "Mini... come here, love." She repeated a couple of times before the child woke up enough to wander out of her brothers' tent, where she had been put to sleep after the adults had decided that raising the girls' tent would just be too much for the night, and into her parents'.

"I had a bad dream..." Mini whined, "I can't sleep."

"OK, baby." Neffydd flipped back the covers and invited her child into their warm bed. "Come cuddle for a minute and then we'll make breakfast." Mini snuggled against her mother and promptly fell back to sleep.

A couple more hours of sleep had her fully recharged and waking her groggy parents. "Can I have brekkist now? I'm hungry..." She chanted until her mother was awake.

Breakfast, for the Minions, was light snacks while Warder Sullens and Neffydd set up the large common pavilion. After breakfast Sebock and Zennaton ran off to find their friends while Sullens and Neffydd took Mini and Tomoe to stash the vehicle and browse the shops.

They stopped by the List Fields for a moment to view a couple spectacular sets in the fencing tournaments then continued on at Mini's insistence.

The Market square was a chipper, sunny place full of good smells and pretty things to look at and buy. They walked from vendor to vendor searching the stalls for something interesting. They bought several lengths of cloth and a book for Tomoe between chatting with friends then returned to camp to have a light lunch.

As they were sitting in camp, eating and chatting, the wind picked up. The light, warm breeze became a gusting blast that threatened to knock the large pavilion over. Neffydd clung to one of the legs of the tent while Sullens tried tieing up the sides. They thought it would decrease the amount of tent the winds could push on but it only succeeded in allowing the wily gale to draft up inside the tent billowing the top and lifting it from the ground. They quickly dropped the sides of the tent and took to begging the winds to calm and fretting about the ripped wall fastenings.

That evening the winds finally died down. Tomoe made marinaded poultry, grilled and fried vegetables in gravy, served over white sweet grains. They ate and talked, put the minions to bed, then drank and laughed about silly things for a few hours before taking to bed as well.

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Breakfast the next morning was a huge afair. Toast dipped in egg custard and pan fried, sausage and bacon with fruit.

They chatted with friends and shopped some more in the morning, picking up a pair of goblets, a set of swords for the boys and a metal head band for Mini.

After a quick lunch where Tomoe regailed them with her experiences at the archery range, she sat with the minions while Sullens and Neffydd walked to a wonderful beer making class. The three hours long class was full of information, including a lengthy demonstration on how to boil grains to start the beer brewing process. There wasn't a lot of work to do during the demo, as it was mostly waiting for water to boil, but during the times the class was waiting the instructor gave a detailed history, interesting factoids, some idyll chatter and even a sample of one of his previous brews that made the time pass quickly as time well enjoyed tends to do.

A couple friends joined them for a supper of fire roasted meats with salad and bread then stayed for beers and stories after. The children roasted sweets over the fire to make gooey, sticky treats and they all stayed up way too late that night the next morning they had to pack up to leave.

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Exhausted from all the fun and more at peace, as a family, they made the journey home.

Out of Character 5/24

As you may be able to tell My family and I are going to be out of town this weekend. Tomorrow's going to be pretty hectic, but I'll try to get you a blog post of the day's events.

There's not going to be a post all weekend but I plan on making an extra large post on Monday night/Tuesday morning detailing the weekend's events.

Enjoy the weekend people and have a nice holiday, my American Friends!

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