Of The Not My Own: "Job posts for Sean (bigbrothersean) and Hope (feedsonchaos) won't be gong up due to acts of severe thunderstorm and possible tornado."

Of My Own: Over-heating and possible food poisoning have me away from the computer mostly.

So both Roux and Garin had arrived sometime this evening and she really was surprised that they had managed not to kill each other. Apparently, they were trying to work out some sort of truce since both of them were determined to be there for her graduation ( Read more... )

The brood was, in a word, exhausting. There'd been oh so much activity going on and the kids were only now getting exhausted enough to be quiet. Sean and Annja had finally managed to herd the kids back to the hotel -- with a brief stop at the origami towels -- and now everybody was sprawled out in various places in the room ( Read more... )

Through gathering evening, Annja ran.

Not so much for fear of her own life. To her own surprise she felt little concern for that. Rather, for her mission. The thought that her mentor might have labored half a millennium to find the sword, and to find a new champion, only to have his labors made futile by such men as these made her blood boil.

( Sadly, Being Shot At Was Something She Would Have To Start Getting Used To )

On long tanned legs Annja Creed ran through the hardwood forest. Rays from the sun hanging precariously above the great mountains slanted like pale gold lances at random between the boles. They caressed her sweaty face like velvet gloves as she ran through them ( Read more... )

It started with an early morning phone call on Tuesday from Roux telling her about a manuscript that he was pretty sure would lead people to an artifact that they had no right having access to. He also stressed how much damage could be done by these people if they -- in other words she -- didn't get to it before they did ( Read more... )

Annja was sitting crosslegged on her bed, skimming the news on her Usenet groups and puzzling over the phone message Roux has left her earlier in the day.

"You must learn to accept what is beyond your power to change, child," Roux had said. "You cannot save the world."She really wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, but he had also e-mailed ( Read more... )

This was not how she had planned on spending her Saturday -- afternoon or evening. She had no idea where these damn annoying things had come from, but she was tired of them ( Read more... )

I was given a rename token and after a lot of thought, I used it on Annja's journal. I had never been happy with her username because I just didn't feel like it fit her. However, it was what I could think of at the time. *smiles*

However, her username has now been changed to spiritandsword. It fits her and I'm a lot happier with it -- especially after reading ( Read more... )

No new kid this time, but I love info posts! And look, this time it's shorter and with bullet points!

( We Came, We Saw, We Didn't Quite Conquer -- The Empath )