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November 9, 2019
Saturday
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November 8, 2019
Friday
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November 7, 2019
Thursday
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November 6, 2019
November 06th, 2019
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October 6, 2019
Sunday
Good Morning, lovely people.
Happy Sunday! May the week ahead be a great one for you.
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October 5, 2019
Cookie the cook & the Halloween Ball
Good morning, my friends. Happy Saturday. It's #theweekend and I hope it's great for you.
How about a story before you start your day? Read on...
Cookie the Cook & the Halloween Ball
Halloween is not just for humans, you know. Many different creatures enjoy the holiday, too. Fairies adore the idea of dressing up and pretending to be something or someone they're not. It's kind of like what they do every day with glamour, but with more flair.
There was one fairy that wanted her costume to stand more than anything. Her name was Cookie and she was a cook. Cookie cooked in the Queen's kitchen day in and day out, so she thought it would be a smart (and quite funny) idea to make her costume out of the things she uses to create wonderful meals for the queen and her court.
She tapped her chin, as she did when she was deep in thought, and slowly moved around the kitchen. A spoon might be a good costume, she thought. She held the spoon up and shook her head. No, too small. A sack of potatoes might be just the thing. She dumped all the potatoes onto the floor, ripped a hole in the bottom and sides of the sack and stuck her head and arms through. The word, POTATOES, was painted in red along the side. It fell right to the tops of her feet and tickled her toes when she twirled. It was a good costume, but not funny at all. She pulled it off and threw it in the corner.
She sat down with a huff and and a long sigh, because, you know, fairies are very dramatic. She sat there thinking and staring, staring and thinking, until her head hurt and her eyes started to water from overuse. She went back to her chores determined to find the perfect costume.
On the night of the Halloween Ball, everyone was dressed in their finest, but not too fine. You never wanted to out do the Queen. In fact, there was no out doing her tonight. She was dressed in what could only be described as the most intellectually scientific, studious human student ever. The fairies entering the ball thought their was a human among them. They did what they always do, glared and whispered to one another. The fairies that had already arrived kept doing double takes, sometimes triple or, dare I say, quadruple. Normally, the consequences for staring would be mucking out the stables for a week with one's wings, but not tonight. Tonight the Queen lapped it up, because she had fooled them all.
Cookie stood in the doorway and watched the Queen move around the room. She didn't whisper, glare, stare or do a double take. She knew who the most studious student in the ballroom was. The Queen had come to her that morning and asked about bacon grease and would her hair smell like that forever. Cookie had no idea, but offered to help wash the Queen's head twice a day if needed. It took a team to get her highness' coiffure just right and they were always in need of help. The Queen's inquiry gave Cookie the best costume idea ever. It was brilliant.
She looked down at her costume with pride. It was a full on ham dinner with all the trimmings. She had stuck herself inside the biggest ham in all of Fairy Hollow, then attached potatoes, biscuits, a couple of carrots and an onion to it. It was a bit heavy, but she didn't mind.
What she was most concerned about was the Queen's reaction. Her stomach fluttered. A little voice in her head warned that she might be about to out do Her Most Fairiness. Did she really want to do that? She swallowed hard. It was a scary thing to do, but yes. Mucking out the stables for a week didn't seem like such a bad thing. It's not like she'd never done it before. She stepped over the threshold and sauntered into the room, smiling and nodding. Fairies all around her gasped. Was it admiration or disgust? She couldn't tell and at that moment she didn't care, because several things happened. The ham seemed to be cooking under the bright lights in the ballroom. Little puffs of steam rolled of the gigantic piece of meat. The potatoes pinned to the bottom of her costume banged against her knees every time she moved. There would be black and blues and a whole lot of soreness tomorrow. The onion split and its scent was so strong, she couldn't stop her eyes from watering. The only option was to dump the onion somewhere, but that would ruin her costume and she wasn't about to do that.
Suddenly there came numerous thumps and bumps from outside, then the ground shook, the delicate chandeliers tinkled, and the music skipped a beat. Three male goblins stood in the doorway dressed in suits made of silk with fancy hats in hand. Cookie recognized them right away. There were two abnormally tall goblins and a short, stubby one. The short one was Bonedread and he was the leader. One of the tall goblins was Zeeback, Bonedread's son and the other was Bigrot, a nasty piece of work if there ever was one.
The Queen greeted them, but they ignored her and searched the ballroom. She took off her thick glasses and crossed her arms. The trolls' mouths hung open, then they clapped. The Queen's laughter rang through the ballroom. She waved off their praise and did a little curtsy for effect. She hooked her arm around Bonedread's and turned. That's when the her eyes landed on Cookie's costume. For a split second, her smile faltered. Cookie backed away and tried to disappear behind a sparkly unicorn, but a large walking ham couldn't really disappear, could it? The Queen whispered in Bonedread's ear, but followed the walking ham with her eyes.
Cookie headed for the exit that would take her back to the safety of her kitchen, but quickly discovered that it was blocked by a large, poorly made, donkey. Two pairs of feet shuffled underneath its belly. Bits of cake dropped to the floor. She scooted one way, then other, but there was no getting around the monstrosity. Suddenly, there came a needle-like poke to her shoulder. She stiffened. There was only one person with nails that sharp. The Queen. She slowly turned around, then lowered her gaze. Her royal highness remained silent, but Cookie could feel her studying the costume. She started to do something a fairy simply didn't do and that is to sweat.
The Queen adjusted a carrot, then lifted Cookie's chin. This is it, thought the cook. I'm going to be on muck duty for a month or worse, banned from her kitchen. What would she do then? The Queen could ban her from flying, but not her kitchen. Anything but that. Cookie braved a look. The Queen's face twitched, then her body followed. Cookie shook with fear. Her royal highness was about to explode with anger, but the Queen didn't explode with anger. She exploded with laughter. No one had ever heard her laugh for real before. The sound was strange. The ballroom filled with dramatic gasps and loud whispers.
The Queen grabbed a potato and laughed more. She lifted Cookie's arms and twirled her around. She ungraciously snorted. A few giggles rang out behind her. The goblins stepped up and studied the ham costume.
Cookie did a little jig and they, too, laughed. Troll laughter, times three, was extremely loud. Somewhere a chandelier crashed to the floor. The Queen laughed and laughed. She grabbed at her middle, as tears streamed down her face. Half the ballroom filled with laughter, too. The other half weren't sure if they should.
Cookie danced, twirled, kicked out and flapped her arms. The trolls and Queen laughed harder, then the two tallest goblins did something most unexpected. One troll bit into a biscuit and the other bit the carrot in half. They smiled with delight. The Queen laughed so hard she fell to the floor. The goblins went in for more, but Cookie jumped away. The entire ballroom fell into fits of laughter after that. It continued on like that for a very long time, but Cookie didn't mind. In fact, the rest of the evening turned out to be joyous and truly magical. She danced the night away with Bonedread and the Queen awarded her with a medal for best, and tastiest, costume.
Cookie went to sleep that night with the smelly ham beside her and a smile on her face.
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How about a story before you start your day? Read on...
Cookie the Cook & the Halloween Ball
Halloween is not just for humans, you know. Many different creatures enjoy the holiday, too. Fairies adore the idea of dressing up and pretending to be something or someone they're not. It's kind of like what they do every day with glamour, but with more flair.
There was one fairy that wanted her costume to stand more than anything. Her name was Cookie and she was a cook. Cookie cooked in the Queen's kitchen day in and day out, so she thought it would be a smart (and quite funny) idea to make her costume out of the things she uses to create wonderful meals for the queen and her court.
She tapped her chin, as she did when she was deep in thought, and slowly moved around the kitchen. A spoon might be a good costume, she thought. She held the spoon up and shook her head. No, too small. A sack of potatoes might be just the thing. She dumped all the potatoes onto the floor, ripped a hole in the bottom and sides of the sack and stuck her head and arms through. The word, POTATOES, was painted in red along the side. It fell right to the tops of her feet and tickled her toes when she twirled. It was a good costume, but not funny at all. She pulled it off and threw it in the corner.
She sat down with a huff and and a long sigh, because, you know, fairies are very dramatic. She sat there thinking and staring, staring and thinking, until her head hurt and her eyes started to water from overuse. She went back to her chores determined to find the perfect costume.
On the night of the Halloween Ball, everyone was dressed in their finest, but not too fine. You never wanted to out do the Queen. In fact, there was no out doing her tonight. She was dressed in what could only be described as the most intellectually scientific, studious human student ever. The fairies entering the ball thought their was a human among them. They did what they always do, glared and whispered to one another. The fairies that had already arrived kept doing double takes, sometimes triple or, dare I say, quadruple. Normally, the consequences for staring would be mucking out the stables for a week with one's wings, but not tonight. Tonight the Queen lapped it up, because she had fooled them all.
Cookie stood in the doorway and watched the Queen move around the room. She didn't whisper, glare, stare or do a double take. She knew who the most studious student in the ballroom was. The Queen had come to her that morning and asked about bacon grease and would her hair smell like that forever. Cookie had no idea, but offered to help wash the Queen's head twice a day if needed. It took a team to get her highness' coiffure just right and they were always in need of help. The Queen's inquiry gave Cookie the best costume idea ever. It was brilliant.
She looked down at her costume with pride. It was a full on ham dinner with all the trimmings. She had stuck herself inside the biggest ham in all of Fairy Hollow, then attached potatoes, biscuits, a couple of carrots and an onion to it. It was a bit heavy, but she didn't mind.
What she was most concerned about was the Queen's reaction. Her stomach fluttered. A little voice in her head warned that she might be about to out do Her Most Fairiness. Did she really want to do that? She swallowed hard. It was a scary thing to do, but yes. Mucking out the stables for a week didn't seem like such a bad thing. It's not like she'd never done it before. She stepped over the threshold and sauntered into the room, smiling and nodding. Fairies all around her gasped. Was it admiration or disgust? She couldn't tell and at that moment she didn't care, because several things happened. The ham seemed to be cooking under the bright lights in the ballroom. Little puffs of steam rolled of the gigantic piece of meat. The potatoes pinned to the bottom of her costume banged against her knees every time she moved. There would be black and blues and a whole lot of soreness tomorrow. The onion split and its scent was so strong, she couldn't stop her eyes from watering. The only option was to dump the onion somewhere, but that would ruin her costume and she wasn't about to do that.
Suddenly there came numerous thumps and bumps from outside, then the ground shook, the delicate chandeliers tinkled, and the music skipped a beat. Three male goblins stood in the doorway dressed in suits made of silk with fancy hats in hand. Cookie recognized them right away. There were two abnormally tall goblins and a short, stubby one. The short one was Bonedread and he was the leader. One of the tall goblins was Zeeback, Bonedread's son and the other was Bigrot, a nasty piece of work if there ever was one.
The Queen greeted them, but they ignored her and searched the ballroom. She took off her thick glasses and crossed her arms. The trolls' mouths hung open, then they clapped. The Queen's laughter rang through the ballroom. She waved off their praise and did a little curtsy for effect. She hooked her arm around Bonedread's and turned. That's when the her eyes landed on Cookie's costume. For a split second, her smile faltered. Cookie backed away and tried to disappear behind a sparkly unicorn, but a large walking ham couldn't really disappear, could it? The Queen whispered in Bonedread's ear, but followed the walking ham with her eyes.
Cookie headed for the exit that would take her back to the safety of her kitchen, but quickly discovered that it was blocked by a large, poorly made, donkey. Two pairs of feet shuffled underneath its belly. Bits of cake dropped to the floor. She scooted one way, then other, but there was no getting around the monstrosity. Suddenly, there came a needle-like poke to her shoulder. She stiffened. There was only one person with nails that sharp. The Queen. She slowly turned around, then lowered her gaze. Her royal highness remained silent, but Cookie could feel her studying the costume. She started to do something a fairy simply didn't do and that is to sweat.
The Queen adjusted a carrot, then lifted Cookie's chin. This is it, thought the cook. I'm going to be on muck duty for a month or worse, banned from her kitchen. What would she do then? The Queen could ban her from flying, but not her kitchen. Anything but that. Cookie braved a look. The Queen's face twitched, then her body followed. Cookie shook with fear. Her royal highness was about to explode with anger, but the Queen didn't explode with anger. She exploded with laughter. No one had ever heard her laugh for real before. The sound was strange. The ballroom filled with dramatic gasps and loud whispers.
The Queen grabbed a potato and laughed more. She lifted Cookie's arms and twirled her around. She ungraciously snorted. A few giggles rang out behind her. The goblins stepped up and studied the ham costume.
Cookie did a little jig and they, too, laughed. Troll laughter, times three, was extremely loud. Somewhere a chandelier crashed to the floor. The Queen laughed and laughed. She grabbed at her middle, as tears streamed down her face. Half the ballroom filled with laughter, too. The other half weren't sure if they should.
Cookie danced, twirled, kicked out and flapped her arms. The trolls and Queen laughed harder, then the two tallest goblins did something most unexpected. One troll bit into a biscuit and the other bit the carrot in half. They smiled with delight. The Queen laughed so hard she fell to the floor. The goblins went in for more, but Cookie jumped away. The entire ballroom fell into fits of laughter after that. It continued on like that for a very long time, but Cookie didn't mind. In fact, the rest of the evening turned out to be joyous and truly magical. She danced the night away with Bonedread and the Queen awarded her with a medal for best, and tastiest, costume.
Cookie went to sleep that night with the smelly ham beside her and a smile on her face.
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October 1, 2019
Mildred Silkthorn
Good Morning, my friends.
It's the first day of October and I think that calls for a bit of story time, don't you? I've got a new one for you, entitled Mildred Silkthorn. She is quite an angry little fairy and gets herself into a spot of trouble.
I hope your Tuesday is a great one for you. Sending #positivevibes your way.
Read on.
_____________________________
Mildred Silkthorn
It is not often you see a fairy in the Downs, but on one balmy evening, just before dusk, there was indeed a fairy making her way through the forest in a haphazard willy nilly sort of way.
Now, everyone knows that one should never walk through the Downs, but instead, creep, tiptoe and in an emergency, run. And of course, the most obvious rule of thumb, never travel the Downs alone.
Mildred Silkthorn paid no mind to the danger she had put herself in. She snapped branches, kicked rocks and crunched dead leaves as if she were taking a leisurely stroll through the Fairy Hollow, which is exactly where she should have been at that very moment; safe among family and friends.
Why didn't she fly, you ask? Well, to be honest, I don't know. She was quite angry when she left the Hollow. She had no real plan when she set off that morning and perhaps stomping her feet over the unpredictable terrain of the Downs was more satisfying than simply flying off to goodness knows where.
Why didn't anyone stop her, you ask? You ask very good questions, by the way. Mildred was known to be a bit of a hot head and it wasn't unusual for her to throw a tantrum and disappear for a while. What was unusual was the path she was currently on. Obviously in the heat of the moment, she had taken a wrong turn. She should've realized her mistake when she passed the clearing and more so when she came upon a giant tree stump that looked like a house. It had two round windows that glowed golden light from within and a round green door between them. Puffs of smoke gently wafted from a small chimney on the top of the stump. She sniffed and recoiled. It smelled like rotten eggs.
She was about to turn around when the door creaked open. There should have been a stream of golden light. The interior of the stump house should have been visible, but it was wasn't. Mildred looked from the door to the windows and back again. The open door revealed an inky blackness that not only confused the her, but scared her. At that moment and for the first time, she took a good hard look at her surroundings and realized she was farther away from home than she had ever been and in a place she did not recognize. Her anger melted away. In fact, she couldn't even remember what she had gotten mad about in the first place. It was time to get back to the safety of the Hollow and her friends and family.
"Come in, child," croaked a voice. "Stay a while. We will have tea and play some games." Laughter erupted from within.
"We like your wings," said another voice. This one was more of a whisper.
Mildred's eyes grew heavy. "N-No," she said.
"Join us little fairy. It has been so long since we've had visitors." Was that a third voice? Mildred wasn't sure. A little voice in her head screamed at her to run away, but the urge to be wrapped in the stump's darkness was strong. "Well, if you won't come to us," said one of the voices. "We'll just make you," growled another. Before Mildred realized what was happening, her feet began to slide across the grass toward the open door. She turned to run, but it was no use. She threw herself on the ground and dug her fingers into the soft earth, but she was still gliding towards the stump. The voices inside howled with laughter and hooted with glee. Somewhere in between, she heard the words, dinner and tasty.
Mildred dug her fingers into the dirt as hard as she could to stop her momentum, only to be met with handfuls grass. Her heart pounded against her chest. Sweat poured down her face stinging her eyes. Closer and closer she glided. "I will not be your dinner," she screamed. She sat up and flapped her wings with all her might. She clawed at the air, but it wasn't enough, because her feet were still on the ground. A buzzing started in her ears. The voices in the stump screamed with rage. "No. No. No. She is ours. We will feast this night and there is nothing you can do about it."
The buzzing grew louder. She was almost to the threshold. A few more inches and she would be inside the stump. Strong arms enveloped her from behind. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned her head to find her father's face inches from her own. He slammed his feet against the stump and pulled back. Mildred gasped. They stopped moving. She looked over his shoulder to see her friends and family hovering behind him. "We have many things to discuss when we get home, but for now, hold on," he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight.
The rest of Fairy Hollow approached the stump, turned and flapped their wings so furiously the ground shook. The voices wailed. The window panes shattered. Shards of yellow glass flew through the air. Her father gritted his teeth. The muscles in his arms strained as he pulled backwards trying to free Mildred, then suddenly they were rolling backwards through the air. It was a few seconds before they were caught by the others. She breathed deep as her stomach did a few more sickening flips.
"We will get you next time, little one," screeched a voice from the stomp, then the door slammed shut.
Mildred rested her head on her his shoulder. "I think you know now that things aren't always as they appear to be. Anger clouds your judgement, little one. You must listen with your heart," said her father, as he scooped her up and headed for home.
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It's the first day of October and I think that calls for a bit of story time, don't you? I've got a new one for you, entitled Mildred Silkthorn. She is quite an angry little fairy and gets herself into a spot of trouble.
I hope your Tuesday is a great one for you. Sending #positivevibes your way.
Read on.
_____________________________
Mildred Silkthorn
It is not often you see a fairy in the Downs, but on one balmy evening, just before dusk, there was indeed a fairy making her way through the forest in a haphazard willy nilly sort of way.
Now, everyone knows that one should never walk through the Downs, but instead, creep, tiptoe and in an emergency, run. And of course, the most obvious rule of thumb, never travel the Downs alone.
Mildred Silkthorn paid no mind to the danger she had put herself in. She snapped branches, kicked rocks and crunched dead leaves as if she were taking a leisurely stroll through the Fairy Hollow, which is exactly where she should have been at that very moment; safe among family and friends.
Why didn't she fly, you ask? Well, to be honest, I don't know. She was quite angry when she left the Hollow. She had no real plan when she set off that morning and perhaps stomping her feet over the unpredictable terrain of the Downs was more satisfying than simply flying off to goodness knows where.
Why didn't anyone stop her, you ask? You ask very good questions, by the way. Mildred was known to be a bit of a hot head and it wasn't unusual for her to throw a tantrum and disappear for a while. What was unusual was the path she was currently on. Obviously in the heat of the moment, she had taken a wrong turn. She should've realized her mistake when she passed the clearing and more so when she came upon a giant tree stump that looked like a house. It had two round windows that glowed golden light from within and a round green door between them. Puffs of smoke gently wafted from a small chimney on the top of the stump. She sniffed and recoiled. It smelled like rotten eggs.
She was about to turn around when the door creaked open. There should have been a stream of golden light. The interior of the stump house should have been visible, but it was wasn't. Mildred looked from the door to the windows and back again. The open door revealed an inky blackness that not only confused the her, but scared her. At that moment and for the first time, she took a good hard look at her surroundings and realized she was farther away from home than she had ever been and in a place she did not recognize. Her anger melted away. In fact, she couldn't even remember what she had gotten mad about in the first place. It was time to get back to the safety of the Hollow and her friends and family.
"Come in, child," croaked a voice. "Stay a while. We will have tea and play some games." Laughter erupted from within.
"We like your wings," said another voice. This one was more of a whisper.
Mildred's eyes grew heavy. "N-No," she said.
"Join us little fairy. It has been so long since we've had visitors." Was that a third voice? Mildred wasn't sure. A little voice in her head screamed at her to run away, but the urge to be wrapped in the stump's darkness was strong. "Well, if you won't come to us," said one of the voices. "We'll just make you," growled another. Before Mildred realized what was happening, her feet began to slide across the grass toward the open door. She turned to run, but it was no use. She threw herself on the ground and dug her fingers into the soft earth, but she was still gliding towards the stump. The voices inside howled with laughter and hooted with glee. Somewhere in between, she heard the words, dinner and tasty.
Mildred dug her fingers into the dirt as hard as she could to stop her momentum, only to be met with handfuls grass. Her heart pounded against her chest. Sweat poured down her face stinging her eyes. Closer and closer she glided. "I will not be your dinner," she screamed. She sat up and flapped her wings with all her might. She clawed at the air, but it wasn't enough, because her feet were still on the ground. A buzzing started in her ears. The voices in the stump screamed with rage. "No. No. No. She is ours. We will feast this night and there is nothing you can do about it."
The buzzing grew louder. She was almost to the threshold. A few more inches and she would be inside the stump. Strong arms enveloped her from behind. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned her head to find her father's face inches from her own. He slammed his feet against the stump and pulled back. Mildred gasped. They stopped moving. She looked over his shoulder to see her friends and family hovering behind him. "We have many things to discuss when we get home, but for now, hold on," he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight.
The rest of Fairy Hollow approached the stump, turned and flapped their wings so furiously the ground shook. The voices wailed. The window panes shattered. Shards of yellow glass flew through the air. Her father gritted his teeth. The muscles in his arms strained as he pulled backwards trying to free Mildred, then suddenly they were rolling backwards through the air. It was a few seconds before they were caught by the others. She breathed deep as her stomach did a few more sickening flips.
"We will get you next time, little one," screeched a voice from the stomp, then the door slammed shut.
Mildred rested her head on her his shoulder. "I think you know now that things aren't always as they appear to be. Anger clouds your judgement, little one. You must listen with your heart," said her father, as he scooped her up and headed for home.
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September 23, 2019
Pixies
Not all pixies are created equal.
The Northern Pixie are very beautiful creatures.
They appear delicate and tiny, but they are adept at defending their territory when need be.
The Northern pixies are long and lean with large sturdy wings.
Skin color ranges from an exquisite pearlesque translucent to a beautifully rich vibrant chocolate.
Getting a peak at these beauties is difficult because they are very good at blending in with their
environment.
I hope the day has been good to you. Sending #positivevibes, #hugs & or #prayers your way.
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The Northern Pixie are very beautiful creatures.
They appear delicate and tiny, but they are adept at defending their territory when need be.
The Northern pixies are long and lean with large sturdy wings.
Skin color ranges from an exquisite pearlesque translucent to a beautifully rich vibrant chocolate.
Getting a peak at these beauties is difficult because they are very good at blending in with their
environment.
I hope the day has been good to you. Sending #positivevibes, #hugs & or #prayers your way.
Need more? This is where to you can join Max Hamby on his fantastical adventures.https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/ent...
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September 21, 2019
Saturday
GM, my friends. Happy Sat.! May it be a wonderful day for you.
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September 20, 2019
Friday
Morning. :) 
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Kathy Cyr- Author
Kathy Cyr writes in an underground cave, but has her eye on a wizard's castle.
On an average day, she's usually surrounded by a dwarf with a curious addiction to coffee, a moody dragon and a pink pixie ...more
On an average day, she's usually surrounded by a dwarf with a curious addiction to coffee, a moody dragon and a pink pixie ...more
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