Actually

If I've commented on your blog and you followed the link back here, you won't learn much about me here. My "real" sites are Enemy of Entropy, which is a general blog, and Fibrant Living, which focuses on fibromyalgia and chronic pain/fatigue. Oh - there/s also Purposeful Perversity, my LiveJournal.

Ants in my kitchen inspired something, at least

"Jillian?"

Keeping her eyes on the 4-inch long thing trying to make its way out of the jungle of plants in the solarium, Tara wasn't terribly surprised when there was no response from the shorter Queen's stillroom.

"Jillian, honey? Are you expecting any visitors?"

"I'm BUSY!!"

Or, at least, that's what she thought she heard. Jillian had reinforced the door, apparently intending to deal with something truly noxious.

Gaellen had spotted it first, but then, she was in one of her monovore stages, and bugs were her choice. That particular one would make a great lunch by the toddler's standard. By Mom's standard - even a dragon Mom - it looked likely to cause choking. And it seemed, quite possibly, to be cursing at the plant that had just swallowed it. The air had a decidedly blue tinge to it in that area, to a bard's sight.

"No, darling, it seems to speak. Not food. Not yet, anyway. Small Mama will decide." Tara picked up their dark-haired daughter before she could get to the carnivorous plant and start climbing its trunk. There was no real worry about the plants hurting the baby, as Gaellen had been crawling around them all her life - Jillian would have long ago mulched anything that so much as dropped an aggressive seed at her daughter. No, they spoiled the baby as much as the rest of the staff, and would probably just hand over the intruder.

Sure enough, the "bug" cut its way out of the plant within a few minutes. Tara was both curious and a bit miffed at being unable to understand whatever language sentient insects speak. The meaning was unmistakeable, though, and growing more and more malicious all the time. Jillian's decoctions would have to wait. She chose to speak mind to mind this time.

"A sentient bug just cut its way out of the gullet of your favorite guard plant, dear, with a tool or weapon of some sort. I'd rather not call the guard to kill it, as it doesn't register as any race of which I'm aware, which means the High Druid should probably have a look before any martial types, including our husbands, step on it. Oh - Gaellen wants to eat it. She's pouting. Goddess knows what the other two might take a mind to do, but they're at wing practice."

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This vignette will make no sense to anyone who doesn't know the characters, but Sam found it amusing, as will our friends who played in the Stars and Garters campaign. Tarafear, Jillian, Mikalrik and Stefan have their hands full with their three children, much less the kingdom they rule. (That's three children who are still minors, two adults, and one teen who is old enough to be apprenticed out.)

Mrowl

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