| Sleeper in the Cave
, a Morrowind fanfic
Aug 18 2010, 06:37 PM
Joined: 13-December 09
From: that island north of France
I was dreaming.
Most people cannot tell when they are dreaming, and I admit I am usually inexcusably lax when it comes to this matter as well. Why, just a few weeks ago I had dreamt of being Archmage of the Mages' Guild and ordering all my underlings to pick cats from trees when they were ripe because we needed new apprentices... and not realised the impossible nature of it all until after I'd woken up. Shameful! However, this time there were several things that led me to cleverly deduce I was, in fact, asleep and my current situation a product of my subconscious mind.
First of all, I was in the middle of a mountain range, looking at a large volcano. The ground was grey and ashy, the only vegetation twisted trees, black branches grasping at the sky. Lava pools dotted the landscape, giving the whole scene an eerie glow.
Now, although it all looked rather fantastic I was perfectly happy to accept this place might exist somewhere, but my presence in it was another matter. I should not be seeing anything except my own personal cell in the Imperial City prison, and very occasionally my jailer - much though I'd rather forget that sight. Let me just say the sloppy gruel I was served twice a day, with its unidentifiable lumps and disturbing tendency to seem to move every time I looked away, was infinitely more attractive and charismatic. And although I'd told him I'd appreciate a change of decor, I'd more been thinking of wallpaper and maybe a potted plant.
Secondly, the sky was red. And by that I don't mean some poetic exaggeration of a sunset - the entire sky was a bright, vivid, uniform crimson. It looked as if someone had spilled a sea of blood among the stars. Wisps of grey clouds raced across it, forming strange patterns. For a moment, I thought I saw a face, screaming...
Apparently, I'd been so occupied keeping my track of my conscious thoughts that I'd sorely neglected my unconscious. If it was going to throw blood skies and clouds in agony at me, we were definitely going to have to have a talk.
I looked down. Several hundred feet below me, a tree looked as if it was about to rip itself out of the ground and hunt unwary passersby for dinner.
If I could fly, I really thought I would have noticed that earlier.
"You know," I said out loud, "If I'm going to dream, I would like to dream about something pleasant. Something like... Summerset Isle." I'd seen a drawing of it in a book once and been struck by the beauty. "Although I suppose it must be full of snooty Altmer. Or I could dream about managing a daring escape from prison underneath the guards' noses. Or... I know! A secret tunnel built into my cell and a bunch of... Blades, yes, Blades need to use it, and I escape behind them." That seemed the right sort of incredibly improbable fantasy for a dream.
I closed my eyes, focused on the image of the wall of my cell swinging back and a group of Blades and... why not, if you're going to fantasise you might as well do it properly... the Emperor dashing through it. Opened them again.
I shook my head at it sadly. "This really won't do, you know. You seem to be misunderstanding something here - I'm the one that makes the rules. I'm sure you're a very nice volcano, but I'd like to see daring escapes. This is my dream and I don't hold with rebellion."
I shrieked. The voice was just a sibilant whisper, but it seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere at once, seemed to be composed of thousands of voices all layered on top of each other, and even after it had finished speaking the echoes lingered in the air.
"This is not your dream, foolish child. I am the one that has brought you here and you. Will. Listen." The voice kept growing, filling the air like a gong. I clapped my hands over my ears, but to my horror it didn't do anything - it was as if the sound was coming from inside my head.
"I'm listening! I'm listening!" I screamed. My voice sounded tinny and hollow compared to the... other one.
"Good." The voice paused for a moment. My panting breath echoed loudly in the stillness.
"Wake up!" Another voice, this one, as hollow as mine - a pebble compared to an avalanche, impossible to focus on.
"The preparations are complete. You have been taken from the Imperial City, to the east, as it should be. Fear not, for I am watchful." I could barely think, but managed to dimly wonder how exactly that last sentence was supposed to make me feel less afraid. "Soon, you will arrive. Soon, you will fulfill your promise."
That was too much. "What promise?" I shouted, hands dropping from my head to ball into fists at my side. "I haven't promised you anything! I don't make promises as a matter of principle, it can't possibly have been me who, who did whatever you're talking about you have the wrong person-"
"It has already begun." Despite the sheer overpowering alien nature of the voice, I could tell there was a strange note of satisfaction in it.
A soft crackling noise made me glance down - then I stared in horror. My hands were changing. The very bones were shifting, cracking and then rehealing as they grew in ways nature had never meant them to. My skin was writhing, puffing outwards and its colour was slowly, ever-so-slowly growing lighter, yellowish, metallic-
"You're dreaming, wake-"
I came awake with a start, still caught in the dreamworld. That changed when I jerked myself into a sitting position and-
I let myself fall back onto the floor with a groan and rubbed my head with one hand - although on the whole stars were preferable to volcanos, I'd prefer not to see either when I closed my eyes. Apparently, my cell had suddenly gained a very low ceiling.
"Typical. Sleeps through the entire voyage, including the storm last night where I thought the ship was about to go under, and then decides to get up the precise instant I'm leaning over her. Just typical." Or maybe it wasn't the ceiling I'd cracked my head against.
Or, for that matter, my cell I was in.
"Sorry about that," I croaked. My throat felt as though I had screamed myself hoarse.
"You almost broke my nose," the voice complained. Dimly, I recognised that it was the second voice from the... dream. "Do you know how long it took me to get it into this shape? Just crooked enough to be mysterious and give me the look of a proper, dashing rogue straight out of the romance novels without being disfiguring. You almost ruined it!"
"Are you saying," I asked weakly, "that you break your nose regularly? For the sake of... attracting ladies?"
"And now you're insinuating I'm crazy enough to break my nose on purpose!" A pause. "I got a friend to do it."
The stars were gone, so I felt quite justified in carefully opening an eye and gauging the appearance of my new, eccentric, roommate. Immediately after, I opened the other one to stare.
The man – no, the mer – was leaning against a wall. His head was bald and covered in tattoos, his nose slightly crooked without being offputting, giving him – I admit – a rather debonair look, even if the rough clothes detracted from it somewhat. His eyes-
And here came the reason I was staring. His eyes were as red and his skin as grey as my own.
Fragmented images from the nightmare swirled back into my mind and I stopped gawking in order to chance a quick glance down at myself. Yes, my skin was still grey, my hands the same shape they'd always been. Gawking could resume presently.
"Your judgement of the matter, m'lady?" the other dark elf said, and I realised he thought I'd been staring at his nose.
"It suits you," I told him quickly. Considering how fed up I'd always become when people stared at me, I didn't want to do the same to anyone else. Especially considering he was the same race I saw every time I looked in the mirror, even if I didn't often see it outside of one. How embarrassing! "Good look, although the clothes don't exactly scream 'storybook hero'. And if you really got someone to break your nose for it, you're mad."
"Unfortunately, prisoners have never been given the finest selection of clothing. It's always 'sack, sack with holes or sack with more holes – take your pick.' Terrible shame, that," he answered, his face falling mournfully. "And as for the nose, well... I did – in a way. A friend certainly did break my nose, and he informed me later that I had been asking for it. Namely, by saying what I said about his sister, and by being too drunk to dodge."
"What you said about his sister? If it was some slander, I may have to stop speaking to you," I said, raising an eyebrow.
"I was perfectly courteous!" he protested. "Well, perhaps a bit too courteous, if you understand what I mean. My friend has always been a bit... overprotective, and when I expressed interest..."
"Say no more." I could imagine the scene very clearly in my mind's eye, and suddenly had a difficult time suppressing laughter.
"Indeed, I shall stop dwelling on such past flames and give proper attention to the present one." He bowed, a gesture that looked particularly ridiculous given his clothes, my clothes (in no better condition than his) and our surroundings, which, although not my cell, were just as bare of any amenities - I sadly noted the lack of wallpaper and potted plant. I'd really wanted that potted plant. "My name is Jiub. What would yours be, oh fair lady Nosebreaker?"
"Adryn. And I didn't break your nose!" I protested.
"Came very close, if my chin hadn't been in the way... anyway," Jiub sighed, the comedic manner dropping away, making him look much older and more tired. "We should be reaching Morrowind soon. I'm sure they'll let us go."
It was my second big shock in as many minutes. "Excuse me, did you just say Morrowind?"
"Well, obviously, since that's where the ship's bound for – oh wait, you've been asleep since before you boarded, haven't you?"
"There may have been some magic involved," I said defensively.
"Oh, I was sure that there was magic involved. Or possibly that you were on the brink of death. We've been travelling for three days now, you see."
The news that I'd slept for three days – at least – wasn't nearly as disturbing as it should have been; I suppose three shocks in as many minutes were where my mind went on strike.
"Anyway, yes. This ship is headed for Morrowind."
Morrowind. I stared – past Jiub this time. It was a place I knew next to nothing about. I knew it was in the far north-east of the Empire, one of the remotest provinces. And, of course, I knew one other thing, one that had always fascinated me deeply – it was the home of the dark elves.
I hadn't the faintest idea why I was on a ship – and now that Jiub had told me, I realised the shape of the room we were in and the rocking motion should have told me immediately that was where I was; I blamed grogginess from the long sleep – heading to Morrowind of all places.
I shivered as the words from my dream floated to the top of my mind... you have been taken to the east. You will fulfill your promise. then shook my head, trying to drive them out of my thoughts. It wouldn't matter at all where we were heading, I told myself. One Imperial prison was much like another, after all, and as for the dream? I'd probably just reacted badly to the magic they'd used to induce sleep.
It has already begun...
Just my imagination, I told myself firmly.
This post has been edited by Kazaera: Aug 20 2010, 09:25 PM
Aug 12 2011, 11:42 PM
Joined: 13-December 09
From: that island north of France
Hmm. This is tricky because I also don't want to overwhelm my readers. :/ I might move onto a somewhat slower posting schedule - 2-3 times a week, maybe - but for now I want to get chapter 1 finished!
@haute - the Blight, huh? Definitely possible! Although I guess my question would be whether we can really assume that the animals have only recently gained in size, since the Blight hasn't been around that long. For instance, given that guars seem to be a traditional herd and pack animal one can probably assume they've been that big for a while! (Although this, of course, raises the question of what guars are herded *for*, since you can't find guar meat in the game. :/ The only guar product that seems to be around is hide, which I'm not sure justifies the guar as one of the only herd animals - netches being the other one, and *they* only seem to produce leather... I'm overthinking this, aren't I.)
And I am probably going to have to take steps to make sure Adryn doesn't end up ridiculously rich through alchemy, since that is SO easy to do in-game.
I always wonder at the guides that tell you to go pick up X item from Y heavily-guarded shrine - look, you can make an infinite amount of money standing next to Ajira...
@treydog - ha, Illusion magic! That might just be it - I should nudge Adryn towards a Dispel spell, huh. XD And indeed, evil rat of doom or OH GOD THAT FLEA IS AS BIG AS A HOUSE, I suspect a lot of characters would like to take option c) swim back to mainland at that point... (also, introducing newcomers to silt striders must be some sort of Morrowind hazing ritual. I can already see the residents of Seyda Neen all collapsing laughing every time another newcomer goes "please tell me that's a hallucination.") And I might slow down my posting, especially because both of my readers have said that it'd be better for them. *ponderponder*
It was actually much better than I was expecting. Some clever mer had hollowed out the shell on top of the beast and installed seats, meaning that passengers could ride in relative comfort, and it moved with a gentle swaying motion that was vaguely reminiscent of the ship I'd arrived in. Other people might find the gait nauseating, but my stomach remained quiet... at least, as long as I didn't look too closely at exactly how the beast was steered. There are things I never wanted to know about giant flea anatomy.
I was the only passenger but the silt strider operator, Darvame Hleran, was friendly and we whiled the time away chatting – she said she was glad for the company, as she usually transported Legion members newly off the ship from Cyrodiil to Fort Moonmoth in Balmora or, lately, Fort Buckmoth further north, near Gnisis. The moue of distaste she made speaking of the Legion made me like her quite a bit more.
Darvame also gave me what was undoubtedly the single most important piece of advice I received that day, and I'd received many.
I'd mentioned that I had never been to Morrowind before and could probably count the number of other dark elves I'd met on one hand. Surprisingly, a flash of anger crossed her features, then she sighed.
"Don't say dark elf. Say Dunmer," she told me.
I blinked, puzzled. "The old word?"
word," she stressed. "Dark elf is an insult. Not quite as bad a one since you're Dunmer as well, but bad enough. And you're an outlander. No need to make people even more angry with you."
As said, the most important advice I received. Of course, Elone had been immeasurably helpful but all that wouldn't be worth anything if I accidentally gave mortal insult to a local as soon as I got into Balmora and got myself killed.
In retrospect, it should have been obvious – we say Altmer and Bosmer, so why not Dunmer? But I'd spent my life being called a dark elf, with capital letters if people wanted to be polite, it never even ocurred to me that this might qualify as an insult.
Even apart from the conversation, the ride was pleasant. We were up high enough that I had a lovely view of the surrounding countryside – swamps giving way to fields and hills, covered in flora that I was just itching to inspect, an Imperial outpost in the distance I'd make sure to avoid. Then, from one step to another, the green hillsides gave way to the grey, ashy wastes of the Foyada Mamaea, as Darvame called it.
Now, after my complaining about swamps, midges, armour, crabs, E.R.Ds, Imperial outposts and other such annoyances, one might believe I didn't like Vvardenfell, and that my first sight of the barren ashes that apparently covered much of this island would only reinforce that opinion. It was true that up till then I had been getting steadily less fond of Vvardenfell, and was seriously contemplating getting off it as soon as possible; even the fact that Morrowind was undoubtedly my ancestral home (unless anyone finds Dunmer in, say, Akavir) and that I might be able to make money from my alchemy hadn't managed to change my impression of the island. However, at my first sight of the Foyada Mamaea all that changed.
It turned out that I had left at exactly the right time. Usually, Darvame told me, the volcanic regions were an ugly grey, the monotony only broken by the occasional trama shrub, scathecraw or fireflower – none of them particular aesthetically pleasing either. Adding in the dangerous wildlife (remembering the E.R.Ds, I was tempted to ask "more dangerous than the wildlife in the swamps?" but thought better of it) it was hardly the most pleasant region of Vvardenfell. But all that changed for a brief time every day and when the silt-strider's footsteps stirred up the ashes of the Foyada Mamaea, the setting sun turned them into glittering diamond dust floating in the air.
The sight was breathtaking, the grey wastes turning gold in the sunlight. It only lasted a short while, but after it was over my eyes seemed to have changed. Rather than the drab ugliness Darvame had described, I saw austere beauty in the grey slopes, the ash whirling in the air, the few struggling plants-
Suddenly, neither this island nor the idea of spending a long time - possibly the rest of my life - here seemed as dreadful. Even if I still thought someone should come up with an extermination program to deal with the rats.
We didn't spend long in the ash-wastes – I discovered the Foyada Mamaea was apparently bordered by green lands on both sides, and decided to try and find a map as soon as I could. So the grey country quickly gave way to green fields again, although the air had a marshy tang more reminiscent of the swamp-lands I'd explored than the lands we'd travelled through. Nevertheless I saw it with new eyes, ignoring the midges and muck in favour of the lush greens, the blossoms, the smell of growing things overlaying the acrid sting of the swamp.
We reached Balmora just past sunset.
After bidding farewell to Darvame and getting off the silt strider, I stopped and stared for a while. Unlike the village of Seyda Neen, Balmora was a proper-sized town, and one built in what seemed to be the local style at that. Rather than the wood-stone-and-thatch I was accustomed to, the buildings were made out what I guessed to be daub. They were oddly rounded, looking almost slightly organic, and with flat roofs easily accessible by stairs – which I decided was a clever idea in the balmy climate. It was dark, but the city was well-lit by torches, lanterns, candles and mage-lights; by their light, I could see that the city was still alive despite the hour – people strolled down the streets or reclined on the roofs of their houses, chatting. Most of the shops still seemed to be open, their services announced by flapping banners with symbols and Daedric wordings. A similar banner stood at the gate of the town, saying simply "Balmora". I touched it as I went by.
There were a number of traders near the town gate, but I ignored them; time enough for all that tomorrow, after I'd dropped off the package. Instead, I accosted a Nord passerby for directions to the nearest inn.
She looked at me disdainfully and I winced, uncomfortably aware of the sight I must cut – rough, ill-fitting prison clothing, torn and stained with swamp-muck and ash, red, greasy hair in complete disarray, my face smudged with dirt, a worn iron sword awkwardly sheathed at my side...
"Try the Eight Plates, straight ahead past the Mages' Guild. Or better the South Wall Cornerclub on the other side of the river, they cater to your kind."
Although I was loath to spend more money than I needed to on accomodations – already I was richer than I'd been in a long time and found that I quite liked that state of affairs – the sniff that accompanied the comment of "your kind" decided me. I thanked the Nord politely and set off towards the Eight Plates. (Let no one say that I am not contrary to the point of absolute idiocy.)
The Eight Plates turned out to be an upper-class establishment on the far side of town; the looks its patrons gave me as I entered almost enough to make me forget my bravado and flee back outside again. In the end, it was sheer exhaustion that compelled me forward; I didn't think I'd be able to make it to the bridge, let alone the other side of the river, without collapsing.
The proprietess looked aghast as I approached her. "Now look here, this is a good establishment and we don't serve- ah." She quieted as I hefted my full purse and turned positively friendly once I slid her a few coins.
"My pardon," I murmured, trying to sound like a useless dimwit with more money than- I mean, a noble. "I have been travelling for some days now and seek accomodation for the night."
Either my attempt at an upper-class accent was not a complete failure or the promise of money had mellowed her more than I had hoped; not only did the woman agree to rent me one of her better rooms, but also offered to run me a bath and give me supper despite the late hour. Needless to say, I accepted gladly.
The bath was just the right temperature, deep, long enough to lie down in... in short, perfect after a long day of digging up mushrooms, running from E.R.D.s and dealing with bureaucrats (I think it is obvious which of those three was most exhausting). Too perfect, actually; after scrubbing myself repeatedly and lathering my hair, I dozed off and only woke up when I tried to breathe water. Bathing when tired is a perilous business, one best attempted with either cold water, iron self-control or a ring of water-breathing.
After a great deal of choking and spluttering, some sad looks at my change of clothes (although protected from the ravages of the journey in my pack, they were just as rough and ill-fitting as the others) and a vain attempt to tame my hair, I descended into the common room.
I was informed that supper was a soup of marshmerrow, saltrice and roobrush, followed with fried nix-hound meat and kwama eggs, and decided it was probably better not to ask what any of these things were. When the meal came, the only thing I recognised was the bread on the side – but it didn't matter anyway, as I was so focused on not falling asleep in my soup I didn't even register the taste. I finished quickly, as the noise from the other patrons was making my head hurt, bade goodnight to the landlady and stumbled up the stairs again.
My room was situated on the second floor, with a lovely view over the river, a night-stand and desk and – most importantly – a large, soft-looking bed. I let myself fall on that last and was out before my head even hit the pillow.
Here ends Chapter 1.
...look, look, it only took me fifteen thousand words to get Adryn to Balmora!
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Kazaera Sleeper in the Cave Aug 18 2010, 06:37 PM hazmick Hello, this a really good start to what I hope is ... Aug 18 2010, 07:09 PM haute ecole rider Though I've never played MW, I've read eno... Aug 18 2010, 07:56 PM treydog Already I am in love with this story. And it usua... Aug 18 2010, 09:31 PM Helena Ah, another humorous Morrowind story! I have c... Aug 18 2010, 09:39 PM SubRosa A fun start to what looks like a very enjoyable ro... Aug 18 2010, 10:24 PM Kazaera @everyone - thank you for the feedback! :D I... Aug 18 2010, 11:32 PM haute ecole rider To answer your question, I update mine every other... Aug 19 2010, 12:59 AM Acadian Welcome to the Arena, Kaz. Nicely done. I enjoy ... Aug 19 2010, 02:00 AM hazmick I posted my first 3 installments in quick successi... Aug 19 2010, 02:01 AM SubRosa As h.e.o. said, I also update mine every other day... Aug 19 2010, 02:04 AM Olen Excellent piece, another funny one which is nice t... Aug 19 2010, 08:35 PM Kazaera Thanks for the info, everyone! I think I can m... Aug 20 2010, 06:46 AM Helena The bureaucrat, an elderly Imperial, started talki... Aug 20 2010, 08:36 PM Olen But Adryn is missing the point... beaurocracy is f... Aug 20 2010, 11:03 AM hazmick A brilliant depiction of the guards. Olen is right... Aug 20 2010, 01:33 PM haute ecole rider Your description of the whole arrival on the islan... Aug 20 2010, 03:53 PM treydog Note to self- remember to NOT read this at work... Aug 20 2010, 04:09 PM SubRosa Another fun episode. Ergalla and legionary really ... Aug 20 2010, 04:37 PM mALX A fun read! I know very little about Morrowin... Aug 20 2010, 07:38 PM Acadian Let me ask your forgiveness and thank you for you... Aug 20 2010, 11:22 PM Kazaera @Olen - Adryn doesn't agree with you, I'm ... Aug 22 2010, 10:27 PM hazmick brilliant, Adryn is left alone for a few minutes a... Aug 22 2010, 10:55 PM haute ecole rider And I'm sure a lot of senior NCO's share ... Aug 23 2010, 12:05 AM treydog You skewer yet another inconsistency perfectly- th... Aug 23 2010, 12:47 AM SubRosa Clever plan by Adryn to rob the Census office blin... Aug 23 2010, 01:40 AM Acadian So THAT's why she should be guarded and escort... Aug 23 2010, 01:58 AM Olen :D I laughed numerous times.
Adryn is a great ch... Aug 24 2010, 11:41 AM mALX Really good character development !!! Aug 25 2010, 01:36 AM Kazaera Am home! Home home home! (Am also jetlagge... Aug 25 2010, 06:35 PM hazmick Brilliant, I think Adryn has made quite an impress... Aug 25 2010, 06:47 PM haute ecole rider Welcome home! Now get better!
The verb te... Aug 25 2010, 07:00 PM treydog First- get well soon! 'Cause if you'r... Aug 25 2010, 07:55 PM Olen I liked this, I even liked Fargoth, if that's ... Aug 25 2010, 09:12 PM Acadian What better foundation for a story could there po... Aug 26 2010, 02:34 AM SubRosa I couldn't very well grab the sack and walk st... Aug 26 2010, 05:13 PM Kazaera All right, there might be something of a wait befo... Aug 31 2010, 12:18 AM SubRosa Lots of fun, and a clever plot by Arille and Fargo... Aug 31 2010, 01:32 AM mALX This gets better with each chapter! Your char... Aug 31 2010, 01:34 AM treydog First- Adryn and Maxical- together? :blink: :... Aug 31 2010, 01:36 AM haute ecole rider You had me at Then it only got better.
I see tre... Aug 31 2010, 03:01 AM Acadian Yes, still bubbly delightful. :P Aug 31 2010, 03:24 AM hazmick Hilarious, my laptop is now covered in tea. :lol: Aug 31 2010, 11:48 AM Olen Well all my favourite lines have been quoted so I ... Aug 31 2010, 12:11 PM Remko I love your interpretation. Can't wait for her... Sep 1 2010, 11:55 AM treydog It has come to this- I am reduced to rhyme. The o... Sep 15 2010, 01:04 PM Kazaera Remember me?
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Course I rem... Aug 8 2011, 12:04 AM Grits Oh my gosh, hilarious. I love Adryn’s tone. I woul... Aug 8 2011, 05:45 PM Kazaera @everyone - thanks for reviewing, and I am honoure... Aug 8 2011, 06:25 PM haute ecole rider Hey! I wanna know why it took Adryn ten whole ... Aug 8 2011, 08:45 PM Kazaera @Haute - you'll see in this post! She woul... Aug 10 2011, 11:16 PM haute ecole rider Tell me about the backlog! I wrote the first 2... Aug 11 2011, 12:48 AM treydog First- the greatest hits. Well- no. Actually, th... Aug 11 2011, 01:37 AM haute ecole rider I see that Adryn is capable of finding beauty in t... Aug 13 2011, 12:13 AM Kazaera @Haute - yep, Adryn was very lucky! Although p... Aug 15 2011, 07:23 PM Kazaera ...so is anyone still reading this? :huh:
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Well, that's certainly a very diffe... Aug 22 2011, 12:22 AM Kazaera @Grits - glad to know you're still enjoying it... Aug 25 2011, 12:02 AM Grits I'd been expecting an enchanted carpet at the ... Aug 26 2011, 01:57 AM Kazaera @Grits - Well, Adryn has certain *expectations* of... Aug 27 2011, 11:26 PM Grits Now, I admit I was judging on first sight so maybe... Aug 29 2011, 02:08 PM Kazaera @Grits - yeah, I think Adryn is really starting to... Aug 30 2011, 11:07 PM haute ecole rider I have soooo enjoyed Adryn's induction into th... Aug 31 2011, 01:48 AM Grits I took a moment, then realised that 'the Dunme... Aug 31 2011, 06:23 PM Kazaera @haute ecole rider Adryn is ecstatic that for once... Sep 2 2011, 10:53 PM haute ecole rider You're entitled to some leeway! After all,... Sep 3 2011, 12:03 AM Kazaera @haute: Adryn has this amazing ability to screw up... Sep 5 2011, 08:17 PM haute ecole rider An all-too-familiar feeling after seven years of ... Sep 5 2011, 10:11 PM Grits I surprised myself with how intensely I enjoyed th... Sep 6 2011, 02:33 PM Kazaera @haute: Not something I can say from experience, b... Sep 8 2011, 09:52 PM Grits "She says it is a secret recipe."
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