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Go tell her; I know several of you do!
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From the poll for continuation story from December’s Giraffe Call; a bonus because the main story ran short.
Long after her friend and her brothers had run off to play another game, Lily slunk back into the room. Rosaria, who had been expecting something of the sort, crocheted patiently on her seventh afghan this year. They had, after all, a very large family; this one was going to Florida. Even Florida, she’d been told, eventually had cold days, and any grand-niece or nephew could use a little piece of handcrafted love.
Speaking of needing love… “What is it, Lily?” she asked gently.
“I liked the story you made for Cady,” she started hesitantly. Lily was not normally a shy child, which made Rosaria a little worried.
“I’ve made stories for you as well, honey. It was her turn,” she said, hoping that was all it was.
“I know! I’m patient and wait my turn.” She had two brothers; it was a skill she’d probably gotten very good at. “And I know Cady’s demon. I mean, I’ve seen it. Andmaybetheprincesstoo,” she added, all in a rush. “Does every knight get a princess?”
Interesting. And not a conversation Rosaria had thought she’d be having with Lily, and certainly not that young.
“Well,” she started slowly, teasing out a strand of Lily’s hair and beginning to braid it, “not all knights get princesses, no. Not all knights want princesses, of course. Some want princes, or dairy maids, or a really good book.”
“But some knights want princesses? Jennifer said girls didn’t have to be princesses anymore…”
Even more interesting. “But some knights – and some princess, and other princesses, and even huntsman want princesses. And some princesses want them.”
“Okay.” Lily smiled, tracing the swirling pattern of the afghan. “Tell Jordan I said hi?” She jumped down from Rosaria’s lap and darted out, leaving her grandmother to smile in a bit of bemusement.
That one… is going to be a handful. And a wonder
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After the Fairy Road from the last Giraffe Call.
The park in the middle of the city had always been creepy, but, in its heyday, it had also been beautiful. Children had, once, played there, and the overgrowth that filled up its four quadrants had once been tamed, with tiny footpaths wriggling through like snakes. Now, only the desperate or rushed used the main roads, and only the fairies could find the foot-paths.
The apartment building on Milton, overlooking the park, had also seen better days. In its heyday, it had been a fine luxury building, and the suite size and facade still showed that. The rooms were large, the building was passably well-upkept, but the rich neighborhoods had moved North, leaving the Stanton Arms behind.
The tragedy of the park hadn’t helped, of course; no-one with children wanted to be near there. Anyone with sensitivity either was drawn there or repulsed, like magnets, depending on pole. And normal people, inasmuch as there were such things as normal people, for the most part had either heard the rumors, seen the crime rates, or just “knew” it wasn’t a good place; the reputation of the park clung to the building like coal dust from a smokestack.
That left the Arms to college students who couldn’t afford better, out-of-towners who didn’t know any better, fae who knew things about the park even the most sensitive human didn’t, the sensitive who could stand the ghosts, and Errol’s cousin Carolina, who ran an Etsy shop specializing in “genuine” fake magical artifacts with real punch.
That meant, of course, than anyone who had any sort of shady magical deal they wished to engage in ended up at the Arms and the park, seeking someone with just the right twist for their corkscrew. Which was, as Errol and his cousin well knew, one hell of a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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Would people be interested in watching me livewrite for some period of time during that call?
The “which ‘verse?” section right now appears to be settled on Aunt Family, by a 2-point lead over Reiassan or Dragons next door. I’ll close that on Friday, just because it’s already swung twice.
The theme I suggested was “wine and roses:” it seems wide enough to allow for entirely non-romance-based prompts while still being a bit seasonal (Mind you, the call will be on the 18th, so a little late anyway). What do people think of this? Too close to the dreaded holiday?
Edited to add: Bribery! Give me feedback and I will write you 100 words on the setting of your choice!
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