Annorah, in her tier 12, looks positively devilish from behind…
This is not at all the ficlet I set out to write, but it’s what happened when I started. I figure I’ll just run with it today, and enjoy a little glimpse into Aely and Arrens’ celebration of Pilgrim’s Bounty.
Late afternoon sun streamed through the window of Arrens’ study, deceptively hiding the intense fall chill in the air. He took a deep breath, enjoying a moment’s reprieve from the stack of term papers on his desk before picking up his pen again to make notes- only to be interrupted again by an odd noise.
Sounds like someone is wheeling in a cart full of rocks?
The sound stopped, and he could still hear Aely walking around, so he went back to the paper again.
A few moments later, and he could swear he heard someone taking a hatchet to something… in his kitchen. Alarmed, he scampered around his desk and out into the hallway.
“Aely? Aely! Is everything ok?”
The offending paladin popped out of the kitchen, hatchet in hand. “Yeh, ‘m fine. Why?”
“I… you… hatchet? What are you doing?”
“Makin’ pies.” The expression on her face was deadpan, as though this should be the obvious answer to why she was wielding a hatchet to the kitchen.
“With a hatchet?”
Aely flicked a bit of orange goo off her shirt. “Yeh, gotta cut up th’ punkins somehow…”
“Pun… oh. Oh! Where’d you get the pumpkins?”
“Th’ last ay th’ garden ones. Found a few that’re no’ squishy yet. Figured I’d make pies t’ bring th’ wee ones feast t’morrow, yeh?”
Arrens grinned. “Good idea too, love. I’m sure they’ll be devoured. Do you need help?”
“Nah.” Aely brandished her hatchet ferociously. “Just gonna roast ’em up an’ make pies. An’ I’m mostly through th’ punkins. Hope I dinna bother ye too much?”
Arrens shook his head. “Of course not, but I think I might come join you in the kitchen, especially if you’re going to be smashing pumpkins with a hatchet. It sounds like it might be more entertaining than these term papers. The last few have been just dreadful.”
She made a face at him, and went back to her pumpkins, chopping them into manageable pieces for the oven. It wasn’t hard work, but there were quite a few hunks of orange squash gore spattered around the kitchen when she finished. She did not TRY to fling bits of goo at Arrens, but it wasn’t her fault he was within flinging range.
Happy Feast of Pilgrim’s Bounty! (Also, Happy Thanksgiving to my US readers)
Last year my kitchen passed the “crazy test” – and this year will probably put it through its paces once again. Today’s meal is being hosted by SSH and I, for both my family and his, and it should be a wonderful time. I’ll definitely need a nap though!
I hope, regardless of the holiday, that today you enjoy good food and good company with friends and family (whether related by blood or by choice).
Sometimes you happen on something really really lucky. In my case, the name of this blog was pure dumb luck.
It’s not only allowed me to blog about raiding, RP, PVP (on rare occasions), and expansion content, it’s let me blog about whatever character I want to play at any given time, without worrying about anyone finding it odd that my blog title is about Shaman healer raiding and I post about Paladin RP.
Looking forward, I think it’s even more fortuitous, as I’ll be able to have a space to talk about other games. I’m really looking forward to Star Wars: The Old Republic, Diablo III, AND Mists of Pandaria. While I have no plans to leave WoW, for the first time I have interest in two new games that will be coming out soon, and it’ll be nice not to have to shoehorn that information into another blog (or, gods forbid, create yet another one).
The naming scheme will continue – it’s followed me into D&D – and so there will always be Many Annas. WHICH Annas? Well, I don’t know either, but it should be fun.
Because there will never, ever, truly be too many.
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An old story, reposted here as I’m shaking the mothballs off Ankona and needed an easy way to show people a little bit about the (batshit) things she gets up to. Enjoy, and don’t be too creeped out!
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