Aly was both feeling slightly better and unexpressibly bored.  Which was why she was amusing herself by throwing treats over her cats' heads to try to teach them how to jump for a catch.

It wasn't really going well, no.

"No," Aly scolded.  "No food for kittens.  You already had dinner."

Dee and Ow looked up at her with identical innocent expressions.

She laughed at them and tossed each a crumb of meat.  "There.  Fine.  You talked me into it."  Aly turned back to the stove, wondering if the cooking lessons Chenaol had given her would be enough to make Kyprish food ( Read more... )

If you'd told Aly she'd turn 25 in the middle of Antarctica, she...probably have believed you.  It wasn't like it was that much stranger than other things that had happened recently.

She was eyeing the package on her table, trying to figure out exactly where the trap was.  It was a package from her Da, there had to be a trap of some sort somewhere ( Read more... )

Aly was counteracting the exposure to coldness (okay, mild coldness) and ice bergs with hot chocolate.  Hot chocolate and a cuddly blanket and two purring cats snuggling close.

All while she watched an episode of three of MI-5.  Spy shows were so much fun, and they always had very good looking men on them.

[OOC:  For Arashi.  Also, shut up, Spooks is ( Read more... )

Aly carried a cup of coffee, well-altered with cream and sugar, into the dimly lit bedroom, grinning as she realised that Roy was still completely asleep. She'd manhandled very gently convinced him to get out of the station and to bed after Hades had been disposed of last night, and he'd been sleeping heavily ever since ( Read more... )

The tropical night was velvety black as soon as the Causeway dropped them off back on Fandom.  It was almost like being back in the Copper Isles, Aly thought for a moment.  There'd been a trip to a friend's home, a funeral, and several conversations.  Somehow it had gone off without anyone needing to hit anyone else.  Quite a change from other ( Read more... )

Aly wasn't sure why they were in Paris, but apparently Roy had been doing research on the internet and had decided that as long as they were in France, they needed to go to Paris.  So a quick change into something more suitable for a city and a not too long car ride, and they were in the midst of a busy, beautiful city ( Read more... )

Aly lay back on her towel, using her book to shade her eyes from the sun.  The showers had stopped for a few moments, and she couldn't help but make her way out to the beach,  wanting to watch and listen to the waves at least until the rain started up again.

They'd been to Mont St Michel on Saturday, but Aly had heard of another old walled city she wanted to investigate while Fandom was still hanging out off the French coast.  The outskirts and modern city of Saint-Malo didn't interest her so much, but as they walked through the gates of the walled city, she smiled, starting to almost feel at home.

"It' ( Read more... )

Aly had woken up fairly early as usual, goaded by not only habit but also by curiosity to see if her the little pony in her room had turned back into a real boy.  So to speak.

She hadn't been about to have hooves, even weetiny ones, in her bed, so Aly crawled out of bed, noticing the lack of cats milling about first as she pulled on her robe and ( Read more... )