Cimorene didn't get up this morning, which is incredibly odd for her. She's not sleeping, though, just curled up a little on one side, staring out the small window in their room. Her husband has presumably been gone for awhile, as though she gets up early, he usually gets up even earlier; the first inclination that something is wrong might be ( Read more... )

Cimorene really wants an outlet for how pissed off Anita got her. That, and she's still crackplotted, though she doesn't know it. So she's angrily making cornbread, which doesn't sound threatening, per se, but it's enough to keep the dragon and the unicorn in hiding. She's muttering under her breath, words including "bitch" and "stupid" and " ( Read more... )

They haven't been fighting, not really, but it's been awhile since she spoke with her husband properly. And it's past time ( Read more... )

Cimorene's not shaken and crying this time. She's angry, but she has nothing and no one to direct her anger against. It's what she hates most. She threw some rocks in the lake, she took a long walk, and her hair's a mess, dress a little torn up. But finally... finally she comes home. There's really nothing else to do.

Cimorene has been out looking for Galahad, with not much success. She's barely ever talked to him, really, but she did tell Percy she would. However, it's starting to get dusk, and she doesn't trust Dinadan to look after him that long. So she comes back empty handed, sweaty from the heat and her nose a bit smudged. She's tired, and frustrated ( Read more... )

Cimorene's skipping rocks again, with vigor. Certain of her acquaintences may wonder if she ever does anything else; but practice makes perfect, if the distance she's managing is any indication.

With Percy still crackplotted, Cimorene's been spending less time in the kitchen, and more time out in the orchard. Occasionally under trees, sometimes in them. Currently, she's checking the apples; it's still a little early, but they're getting close. And besides, apple trees are easy to climb.

Cimorene has just been kicked out her house by Lamorak, due to her own lack of sleep, and Percy's current state (bleeding and crackplotted into trauma). She walks a long time, in no particular direction, and finally plops herself at the bottom of the tree. She buries her face in her hand, emits a muffled yelp of frustration, and stays there a ( Read more... )

She's out skipping rocks again. It's been awhile, but she's yet to think of a better means of venting frustration, so here she is. At least she's getting some good distance on them.

Cimorene's in the kitchen, as per usual, working out a modification to her soufflee recipe. The sudden change in availability of ingredients has forced her to be creative. But as Percy and Dinadan are both out of the house, she feels she's got some room to work and has spread out accordingly.