Checking In

Someone sent me an email remarking that I haven't posted to LJ in more that a month. Whoops.

First off, nothing terrible has happened. I've just been busy.

Oh, and thanks for all the name suggestions for the randon with no affect. I especially liked Sounder Sand-anchor, but would have to go back and explain that. I may do it yet. At the moment she's Marigold Onyx-eyed, which combines an unexpected, soft first name with a descriptive last name. I have yet to work her in adequately.

Currently, I have Jame entering a Kencyr temple and finding the Master's House inside. As far as I can remember, the last time she was there was in Dark of the Moon (please correct me if I'm wrong). I went back to re-read that section, and was amazed at how much Jame has grown up since then. Tentir was obviously good for her. For me, DotM was over 25 years ago, 10+ years since both my parents crashed and burned more or less simultaneously and I finally grew up. Now I've got to sort out Jame's current reactions.

Adventures out at the stable. Countess has been lame most of the past six weeks. Marc suspects an abscess and has had me soaking her hoof in epsom salts, with her most welcome if unexpected cooperation. She was well enough yesterday to try to gallop off with me in the indoor arena with Marc shouting "Faster, faster!" and me hanging on for dear life as she stumbled around the soft sand in the tight corners. If/when we go outside again, I hope to God that I can stop her. But, as Marc keeps reminding me, she is a former racehorse.

Tonight a group of us from the stable are going to The Burial Chamber, a local, quite extensive haunted house. Marc is trying to talk me into getting buried alive in a "REAL used coffin." Er ... used? Moreover, do I detect a pattern here?