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From the 'between the lines' meme:
What this meme is all about is expanding on that, to better create a personal history that you can then use to better build personal development. To paraphrase Lindsay, "it's not intended to be a way of avoiding/handwaving actual threads but rather a way of kickstarting them and getting a better idea of where our ( Read more... ) -
Hunting [for Robin]
The morning had dawned warm but crisp, with a salt-scented breeze from the sea to the west. Silence rises and dresses, breaking his fast on a bit of bread and fruit from the night before's board, and takes up bow and spear and sword before heading outside to ready Bonheur. He is fastening the saddle, just waiting for Robin to arrive so they can go ( Read more... ) -
Christmas eve (for Marian)
They run headlong through the snow and wild glowing moonlight, laughing, sometimes hand in hand and sometimes racing, sliding down snowbanks like giddy children. The simple shelter had become larger and sturdier when snow came, a respectable wooden house extending into the corral where Bonheur now trots, restlessly, watching them ( Read more... ) -
Playing house.
In the first days after Marian had moved into Silence' shelter, they had moved awkwardly around each other at times, unsure how the new arrangements would fare. But they found themselves moving in a certain harmony soon enough, for the rules of behaviour were similar enough in each of their respective backgrounds that when innovation faltered, ( Read more... ) -
Apologies
It is hard to sleep when one feels guilty. After the encounter with Marian, Silence had gone home and prayed, and thought, and prayed some more, and slashed at some perfectly innocent branches, gone for a ride, and finally killed a small dinosaur out of sheer frustration. As there are no Crusades to run off to, on the island, nor foreign kings to ( Read more... )