Shirley Meier's Blog, page 87

214 - Put on His Jitzmitthra Face

Hello bear. I hope you don't mind riding in my donkey's saddlebag. Do you sleep in there? That would be good. Minis says IN-'spensible Bear means no one can throw you way. 'spensible means throw awayable. So you are IN'spensible Bear. You have a nice face. I run my fingers over your eyes. Green eyes. An' I can talk to you. You remember, Bear. I have to call Minis, Minakis. You

213 - To the Tunnel

"So… Min—akis… why exactly am I, --ahem-- as an elderly Aitzas, travelling from our far-flung estate with my –ahem -- beloved niece, to the city itself?" I urged my mule up alongside Ailadas's horse. We had seen very little traffic on this road and it had only been the other way closer to the town. There was no one all the way down the rolling hill we rode up so we could ride in a cluster

212 - Adjustment and Setting out

It was all dreamlike. I kept checking my little injuries, my bruises, my pulled muscles, scraped toes inside my damp boots to make sure it was real. Gannara was helping but it hurt when he did because it was usually stepped on toes or pokes in my ribs or, more subtly a pinch or poke at my elbow. I was tripping over myself all the time. Being fessas all the time… and out-city without

211 - Learning

I was glad to find that there was at least a wooden cover on the chamberpot and we boys followed Ailadas outside. "Get rid of that, Minakis. Quick now." I was in disgrace with my master so of course I had to dump the contents in the outhouse. The Gold-drop planted by the outhouse path, the traditional marker for such places, was wilting; possibly because some of the hostelry patrons didn't

210 - The morning after

I was warm. That was so nice. I could hear two girls giggling over something as I swam up out of sleep – Kyriala and Kaita, Gannara's snort. I realized that Ilesias was making fart noises to make them all laugh more. Ailadas's snore in my ear was wet and pretty disgusting but it just made me smile. Slurping noises from my little brother. They were having cold soup from the night

My Reaction

Please excuse the fan-girl hypersonics but...SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!

Blue Strikes again!!!!

Sleevepets- Minis and Kyriala by ~BlueWingedCoyote on deviantART

Author's Note

I didn't get ahead as much as I did last week, but I'm still hoping to post tomorrow afternoon. I hope everyone had a good weekend. I'm posting today even though it is 'Family Day' here in Ontario, because I'm not used to having an honest to goodness stat holiday in Fevrier.I'd like to remind everyone of my 'Take the Author for coffee' campaign... two bucks donated gives only six cents to

209 - We have to get out

Author's Note: This is actually Friday's post... I messed up and accidentally hit publish around 8:30 before I was done... so #209 is, indeed Friday the 12th's no matter what it says at the top._________________________The first thing that happened, of course, swimmer that I was, was I got a lung and a nose full of water and spent the first few moments clinging blindly to the log, choking.

208 - Given to the Flow of Water

Ahem. Blast this cough of mine. It will be the death of me. This wet would not help. Every one of the young people knew that time was of the essence. Everyone also knew that I would be the first here, to the river. The water had risen a bit and the rain on the surface as loud as gravel falling on a road. There was no way for me to find shelter from this, and no reason. The perimeter