This weekend the Dragon roared and Blackstone Mountain trembled. As warriors and their followers came from all over the Realm converged in the Eastern Mountain Range, I too had backed my parcel and, while not quite ready to wield my sword and shield with my brothers and sisters, I was ready to lead support. And shop, if at all possible.
Alas, ‘twas not to be. The veterinary healer announced on the very eve I was to leave that my faithful hound was ill and would need constant treatment and the administration of a certain costly potion in order to recover. So, instead of schlepping (that’s a period term, no?) the pooch across the hills and valleys, I remained on the ranch here at home. My thoughts, if not my annoying self, were with my comrades in the Barony and my new family in Tribe.
Malcom Mor spoke with me late last night before turning in at his own homestead and told me there was much taking of heads and bloodshed and that the Dragon was victorious.
Chaaaa!
And the puppy seems to be doing better as well.
Alas, ‘twas not to be. The veterinary healer announced on the very eve I was to leave that my faithful hound was ill and would need constant treatment and the administration of a certain costly potion in order to recover. So, instead of schlepping (that’s a period term, no?) the pooch across the hills and valleys, I remained on the ranch here at home. My thoughts, if not my annoying self, were with my comrades in the Barony and my new family in Tribe.
Malcom Mor spoke with me late last night before turning in at his own homestead and told me there was much taking of heads and bloodshed and that the Dragon was victorious.
Chaaaa!
And the puppy seems to be doing better as well.
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A Fox's Tale... and a Knight's Tale is probably my all-time favorite flick.
"Aye, then, a Fox you shall be, my lovely..." "or do angels not have names , only beautiful faces?"
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