Princess Rama – avoiding vulture bait….

…And we win free of illusion – at a barren sea, with no hope of water, food, or rescue, Hanuman thought, exhausted, as the rest of his patrol collapsed to burning sands. Even if Sita were able to drop seeds here, the waves would have washed them away; the salt killed any hopeful sprout. We have no trace of him.

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What Comes Around ch 5 – 51 flavors

“Deep dark chocolate,” Alan mumbled around a spoonful. “Come to the Dark Side… we have chocolate….”

Aladdin eyed the swirls of rukh around the pair of them, but it was brighter than ever, bits of gold sparkling in silver like a scatter of diamond dust. Obviously this was going to be one of those weird things Ugo hadn’t told him about. But Alan was eating this with Morgan, so it was probably not something people tossed you out of taverns for doing in public.

Princess Rama – Sita and Trijata

“Which of those nos didn’t you understand?” Sita held his ground in the forest grove with an effort, staring down the angry blur of Ravana’s ten heads. “No, I will not take another wife. No, I will not ally with Lanka. No, I will never believe I have been abandoned here. There are people coming for me. And you won’t like what happens when they do.”

The demon king folded his arms, supremely unimpressed. “A fool’s hope. We are across mountains; across an ocean! No mortal can reach Lanka without my permission. You are lost to them.” He leaned in. “Take care you are not lost, wholly. I may be banned from having my way with unwilling women, but you….”

What Comes Around Ch 5 – sparring

Tiburon’s floor was hard, damn it.

At least it’s not stone.

An impression more than a thought; polished wood hard and just a little slick against side, knee, toes as Alan hit the floor and rolled inside the range of Tiburon’s longsword.

Princess Rama – A Bit more Hanuman

A/N: Hanuman is fun.

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“Your king seems a bit less… energetic, this morning,” Laks reflected, walking with Hanuman and Utmila as Rama took the lead. Sugriva was behind them, surrounded by a contingent of grave-faced vanara warriors. “Yesterday, he was quite eager to see Vali faced and deposed. What troubles him today?”

“Ah, the difference between wished-for plans and reality!” Hanuman exclaimed, throwing arms wide as if white fur would embrace the sun itself.

What Comes Around – Ch 5 further ficbit

Morgan bounced on the balls of her feet as she walked up the porch steps with Uncle Malachy, wishing she could kick off her sandals. But bare feet were something people in this neighborhood only saw on the beach. If then.

Her uncle poked a gentle finger at the doorbell, holding the button down a polite span of seconds before lifting his hand away. “Remember, things are breakable.”

Morgan tried not to smile, thinking about their front door last night, a vase Aunt Shionne had never liked anyway, and Malachy’s quietly sheepish expression.

Earring Tales: A Link if anyone’s interested

If anyone’s interested, I’ve posted some stuff for the holidays. 🙂

A few things on eBay

Princess Rama – Hanuman

Twirling one last enjoyable time about a branch, Hanuman dropped from the trees to kneel before his lord, white-pelted head low. “Spies, noble Sugriva?”

“There! In the valley below!” The vanara king pointed through mountain-clear air, where Hanuman could just make out three figures working their way down from the lower pass onto Rishyamukha’s challenging slopes.

Earring Tales: Necessity and Invention

Someone was going through a bead stash, and found exactly 8 long, red-purple bugles. 8. Exactly.  A decent set of earrings takes 14, in general, if you want to match either the base or the drops in both sides.

So what the heck could I do with just 8 bugles?

….I decided on a punk rock approach.

Pink, purple, more pink and more purple. And improvising with the straight pink bugles to get the right length, since that’s the only size of them I have.

So. This is one of a pair of currently unique earrings, given I have no idea where or when I might find more bugles of this color. I think it came out pretty cool.

Princess Rama – meeting Shabari

“Hmm.” Shabari didn’t look entirely convinced, but seemed to set aside arguing with a shrug. “Why are you here, warriors of Kosala?”

“Ravana the demon king has captured my husband, Prince Sita of Militha,” Rama said quietly. “I will find him, and get Sita back.”

And if there’s a mountain in my way, Laks interpreted that look, it will be very sorry.