-THE GAMES OF THE GODS-
-Disclaimer:-
CS: Beware the ladybugs, icy cold puddles of freshly-melted snow, and lawyers who claim that I have said I own any of this. They are evil, cold, and wrong, respectively...
Rachel: What is it with you and ladybugs?
CS: I...um...actually, I don't know...hm. Strange, that.
Kari: Not really, when you take into account how crazy you are.
CS: I'm not crazy...I'm insane.
Kari: As I said.
Rachel: So, are we going to do anything funny this disclaimer, or are we just going to be lazy and disapoint all the reviewers?
CS: Mmm...how about a random reviewer appearance? *makes a motion with her hand, and a loud POPing sound is heard*
Harry Potter: *runs in and hides behind Rachel* Save me!
Rachel: *blink*
Draco Malfoy: *runs in and tackles Harry, then promptly starts making out with him*
Rachel: Err...I think you got the wrong people, CS.
CS: Nope.
Kari: So...Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are reviewers of yours?
Fizban's Cleric: *runs in and grabs both Harry and Draco in a big bear hug*
CS: *grins* Nope, she is. *ponders* Though that would be cool, if Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy reviewed my story...would be better if Lucius Malfoy did...actually, I'd just like him period...*grabs Draco out of Fizban's Cleric's bear hug* Yo, Draco, where's your dad?
Draco: Um...*blinks* At home?
CS: Take me there.
Draco: Uh...ok? *the two disapear*
Rachel: Ai yi yi...
Harry: I can't...breathe...
Kari: Right...this was entirely random, and not all that funny...
Harry: Someone...help...please...
Fizban's Cleric: *continues hugging Harry*
-65: Friends-
I woke later that day, near evening, feeling refreshed. I changed, then went to Kari's room and found her just waking up. I had a meal brought, then settled down to wait and eat with her. Once the food came, we both dismissed the servants, then locked the door, and I tore the scarf off my head.
"Somehow, it has gotten about six times more annoying since I last wore it." I grumped, glaring at the scarf. Kari chuckled.
"Well, you never did like having your ears covered, even before they gained points." she said, and I nodded. We settled down for breakfast - alright, it was actually supper - and ate in silence for a time. When we were almost done, Kari suddenly looked up at me, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"I take it Glorfindel is not going to be catching up with us." she said. I blinked in momentary surprise at the unexpected - and avoided - topic, then recovered and shrugged.
"Apparently." I said. Kari narrowed her eyes and set down the bread she was eating, looking at me intently. I squirmed under her gaze, and set my cup down.
"What is going on, Rachel?" she asked after a moment.
"What do you mean?" I asked somewhat nervously.
"Why did we leave Lothlórien without Glorfindel?" she asked.
"I told you," I began patiently, "A messenger from Rivendell came and Glorfindel said he had some business to -" Kari cut me off with a shake of her head.
"No, what is the real reason?" she asked. "You said he would catch up with us, but he has not. Obviously there is something else."
"Maybe his business took longer than he thought it would." I said with a shrug.
"Which does not explain in the least why you have hardly spoken of him for our entire journey, and just now you seemed indifferent to the fact that he has not caught up with us, when for the past few months you two have been hanging off of each other and being annoyingly in love." Kari said with a small frown. I looked down at my plate and began inspecting it. "Rachel." Kari's voice had a touch of warning in it this time, and I sighed and looked up.
"Glorfindel and I got in a fight just before we left." I said.
"And he stormed off to Rivendell?" Kari guessed, arching an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't know. We parted ways the night before we left, and I have not seen him since. Asfaloth was still in the pastures when I went to get Aratelpe and Lomesure, though." I said with a shrug. "I'm sure Gandalf would know more." Kari sighed.
"Ai, this is just wonderful!" she said with exasperation. "I thought you knew better than to sleep on a fight, or walk out on one, Rachel!"
"I do." I said with annoyance. After all, I hadn't slept on it - not until a full day later, when Glorfindel was far away, at any rate - and *I* wasn't the one who walked out.
"So why did we leave Lothlórien without Glorfindel?" Kari asked.
"Because." I snapped in reply, unable to come up with a suitable half-truth or lie in time. I really didn't want to tell either to Kari, anyways - she was my friend. And even if I didn't want to tell her the truth - it was still far too tender a topic for me - that didn't mean I wanted to lie to her. Kari looked at me in irritation, apparently intending to get more out of me, but I was saved by a knock on the door. Kari sighed, then went and unlocked and opened the door.
"Prince Imrahil." she said politely, and somewhat surprised, curtseying lightly.
"Lady Alkarisil." I heard him reply. "I apologize for disturbing you, but I had been told Lady Asira was here, and I wish to speak with her."
"Of course. Come in." Kari said politely, and I heard the light thumping of Imrahil's boots as he entered the room. I stood from my chair and curtseyed lightly when he entered.
"Lady Asi-" Imrahil stopped abruptly, in the middle of returning my curtsey with a bow, his eyes wide. It took me only a moment to realize why, and I let out a mental stream of curses. I hadn't covered my blasted ears. There was a moment of awkward silence, and then Imrahil straightened, tilted his head to one side, and let out a chuckle.
"And so many questions about - and peculiarities of - the mysterious Lady Asira are answered and explained." he said with a light grin. I smiled faintly back at him.
"I was unaware that I was perceived as mysterious?" I said.
"When anyone stops to think about your past, you are." Imrahil assured me.
"Indeed. But you wished to speak with me?" I asked.
"Yes. About Denethor..." Imrahil trailed off, seeing me shake my head.
"There is nothing that can be done for him. He has set his own course, and will follow it to its bitter end." I said. "The most we can do is watch and guard, and be ready to shoulder his duties should he neglect them, so that he does not take us down with him." Imrahil blinked in surprise. "Boromir isn't the only one who went to Rivendell for counsel." I told the Prince with an amused smile. Deliberately misleading, but it worked better than having to explain things to him. Imrahil accepted it with a nod, at any rate.
"Very well. That was all I had to speak with you about, m'Lady, so I shall take my leave now." he said, bowing slightly.
"Oh, come, stay. We were just finishing our meal, and I can see you have other questions just waiting to be asked." I said, knowing Kari would start up with the questions again as soon as he left. Imrahil seemed about to politely refuse the invitation and make his way out, but Kari abruptly came up beside him and laid a hand on his arm.
"Yes, come, sit and talk." she said with a smile, surprising me. "I have wanted to meet you for some time." Imrahil looked surprised and flattered, and let himself be led to an empty chair. There was a brief silence as he and Kari got seated - Imrahil, ever the gentleman, pulled out Kari's chair for her - then I spoke as I turned back to my food.
"Ask away, then, Imrahil." I said with a smile. "I shall try to answer as best I can." A pause.
"Why did you come to Minas Tirith?" he asked.
"People in Rohan were beginning to wonder why I wasn't aging." I replied promptly and honestly.
"You were in Rohan before?" Imrahil asked in surprise, and I nodded. "So you are not from Rivendell, sent to aid Men in this War?" I shook my head vigorously.
"I came of my own accord, and truthfully, I cannot be said to be from any one Elven Realms, though I did originally come from Rivendell." I said.
"Though you might be said to be of Rivendell eventually if you stop being an idiot." Kari said pointedly. I gave her a withering look. Imrahil arched an eyebrow at the exchange, but did not comment.
"So you are a wanderer?" Imrahil asked, changing the topic, and I shrugged.
"In a sense. I only ever traveled between Minas Tirith and Meduseld, really. The world has only gotten more dangerous over the past 800 years, and except for the occasional trip to Bree, I did not care to risk going to smaller villages or towns, especially as, until recently, I had no skill with any weapon." I said with a shrug.
"Yes, I noticed you carried a blade when you arrived." Imrahil said with a light frown. "But is that not an odd way to carry a sword, on your back, with the point upwards? Or is it an Elvish way?"
"It's a special way for a special weapon." I said dryly. "After much experimentation, it was discovered by an Elf in Lothlórien that I was most natural wielding a double-bladed sword. I have spent the past month learning of it, and am now fairly accomplished."
"Unless you listen to Haldir." Kari said with a smirk.
"Yes, well, he's a dwarf-loving freak who needs to be taken down several pegs." I said with a mock scowl. Imrahil arched an eyebrow. "Haldir is an Elf of Lothlórien, and the only living master of the double-bladed sword this side of Valinor. He taught me some of what I know. Even before he started teaching me, however, we did not get along."
"Not at all." Kari agreed with a smirk. Imrahil chuckled lightly, and from there he asked me about Lothlórien, and Kari about Rivendell. He was quite curious about the Elven realms - which wasn't a surprise, considering how he was rumored to have Elvish blood in him - and Kari and I were more than happy to supply him with answers. Though I really didn't have many - mostly sarcastic observations. Imrahil commented on it after awhile, and I smiled wryly.
"Galadriel and Elrond are freaky, Mirkwood has really big spiders, which I hate, and the Grey Havens are sad." I said.
"Where then did you grow up?" Imrahil asked in confusion.
"Monkey Island, three leagues out of nowhere." I said with a grin. Imrahil blinked at me, and then raised his hands in surrender, realizing he wouldn't be getting an answer. I smiled apologetically. "I'll tell you someday, honest. But it's a long story, and there are a lot of people who would like to hear it, so I'd like to get you all together and tell you all at once." Imrahil chuckled.
"Ah, efficiency." he said, and I nodded. We talked some more, and eventually, around the time the sun would have been setting had we been able to see it, he left, and not long after, Kari and I heard the calls of the Nazgûl on the wind. Kari looked over at me.
"Faramir." I supplied, and she nodded.
"Shall we go greet him?" she asked.
"Eh, he's gotta talk to Denethor and Gandalf, first. We could go wait for him in his rooms. Actually, I might just do that." I frowned slightly. "Denethor's not going to be too nice to him, and even if I prepared him ahead of hand for Boromir's death, he's going to be under a lot of stress. On the other hand, he might kick me out in a righteous rage."
"You prepared him ahead of time?" Kari asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I swear that guy got every drop of Elvish blood Finduilas and Denethor could give him." I replied, shaking my head, and Kari laughed.
"Go talk to him, then. I am going to find Gandalf." she said.
"To ask him about Glorfindel?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"And what if I am?" she asked, looking at me blandly. I shrugged, then grabbed my scarf, put it on, waved good-bye, and left the room. I went straight to Faramir's chambers, and after waving to his guards, went straight into the sitting area to sit and wait for him. A few hours later Faramir came stumbling in, looking worn and tired. I immediately offered myself as a support, and he smiled at me gratefully. So asleep was he that my presence didn't even really register until he was sitting on the edge of his bed, and I was pulling off his boots. When it did, he frowned lightly at me.
"When did you return?" he asked.
"Early this morning. I will speak with you later - for now, you sleep." I said sternly, and Faramir smiled slightly, then nodded, lying down on his bed after I finished with his boots. He threw an arm over his eyes, and with no more movement then that, was asleep. I looked at him in amusement, then shook my head and tsked before setting about removing his tunic and covering him with the blankets on the bed. I removed his dirty clothes and boots from the room, then set out a new set of clothing, complete with boots, and readied his armour, which I knew he'd need.
I finally left his rooms sometime around midnight, giving Faramir a light kiss on the forehead before I went. More than anything, after watching Boromir walk away from me to his death, I wished that I could spare Faramir the coming pain. But I could not. Some things had to happen, and I did not want to wager about what would happen should I mess with the timeline of Middle-Earth. So, with a sigh, I settled down for a brief rest before the coming dawn, and all that it and the coming days held.
----To be continued...with some chicken soup!----
(And an angry husband!)
-Authors Note:-
I have a deviantART account/profile thingy now...you can find the link in my profile on here. It doesn't have any of the images you've seen from any of my stories, but it does have some other junk I haven't really shown to anyone outside my family or friends.
Anyways. The general consensus seems to be that people would like to see the removed and then re-written pieces of TGotG which I've saved, so once this is all over (which will happen eventually, contrary to the opinion of the big dust bunny under the computer desk, which happily eats my schoolwork while I write on TGotG) I'll post it all as an extra chapter...a really LONG chapter. One of my wrong turns was kinda three chapters long, after all...*cough* *innocent* The rest are shorter, however...and the rest of the chapter that isn't my wrong-turns, which is expalining where the piece came from and why I decided I didn't like it and re-wrote, will be disclaimer-style. So, prepare for insanity on that front.
Yep. That's all from me for now, then...see ya Monday evening/Tuesday!
~Crimson Starlight
-Disclaimer:-
CS: Beware the ladybugs, icy cold puddles of freshly-melted snow, and lawyers who claim that I have said I own any of this. They are evil, cold, and wrong, respectively...
Rachel: What is it with you and ladybugs?
CS: I...um...actually, I don't know...hm. Strange, that.
Kari: Not really, when you take into account how crazy you are.
CS: I'm not crazy...I'm insane.
Kari: As I said.
Rachel: So, are we going to do anything funny this disclaimer, or are we just going to be lazy and disapoint all the reviewers?
CS: Mmm...how about a random reviewer appearance? *makes a motion with her hand, and a loud POPing sound is heard*
Harry Potter: *runs in and hides behind Rachel* Save me!
Rachel: *blink*
Draco Malfoy: *runs in and tackles Harry, then promptly starts making out with him*
Rachel: Err...I think you got the wrong people, CS.
CS: Nope.
Kari: So...Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are reviewers of yours?
Fizban's Cleric: *runs in and grabs both Harry and Draco in a big bear hug*
CS: *grins* Nope, she is. *ponders* Though that would be cool, if Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy reviewed my story...would be better if Lucius Malfoy did...actually, I'd just like him period...*grabs Draco out of Fizban's Cleric's bear hug* Yo, Draco, where's your dad?
Draco: Um...*blinks* At home?
CS: Take me there.
Draco: Uh...ok? *the two disapear*
Rachel: Ai yi yi...
Harry: I can't...breathe...
Kari: Right...this was entirely random, and not all that funny...
Harry: Someone...help...please...
Fizban's Cleric: *continues hugging Harry*
-65: Friends-
I woke later that day, near evening, feeling refreshed. I changed, then went to Kari's room and found her just waking up. I had a meal brought, then settled down to wait and eat with her. Once the food came, we both dismissed the servants, then locked the door, and I tore the scarf off my head.
"Somehow, it has gotten about six times more annoying since I last wore it." I grumped, glaring at the scarf. Kari chuckled.
"Well, you never did like having your ears covered, even before they gained points." she said, and I nodded. We settled down for breakfast - alright, it was actually supper - and ate in silence for a time. When we were almost done, Kari suddenly looked up at me, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"I take it Glorfindel is not going to be catching up with us." she said. I blinked in momentary surprise at the unexpected - and avoided - topic, then recovered and shrugged.
"Apparently." I said. Kari narrowed her eyes and set down the bread she was eating, looking at me intently. I squirmed under her gaze, and set my cup down.
"What is going on, Rachel?" she asked after a moment.
"What do you mean?" I asked somewhat nervously.
"Why did we leave Lothlórien without Glorfindel?" she asked.
"I told you," I began patiently, "A messenger from Rivendell came and Glorfindel said he had some business to -" Kari cut me off with a shake of her head.
"No, what is the real reason?" she asked. "You said he would catch up with us, but he has not. Obviously there is something else."
"Maybe his business took longer than he thought it would." I said with a shrug.
"Which does not explain in the least why you have hardly spoken of him for our entire journey, and just now you seemed indifferent to the fact that he has not caught up with us, when for the past few months you two have been hanging off of each other and being annoyingly in love." Kari said with a small frown. I looked down at my plate and began inspecting it. "Rachel." Kari's voice had a touch of warning in it this time, and I sighed and looked up.
"Glorfindel and I got in a fight just before we left." I said.
"And he stormed off to Rivendell?" Kari guessed, arching an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't know. We parted ways the night before we left, and I have not seen him since. Asfaloth was still in the pastures when I went to get Aratelpe and Lomesure, though." I said with a shrug. "I'm sure Gandalf would know more." Kari sighed.
"Ai, this is just wonderful!" she said with exasperation. "I thought you knew better than to sleep on a fight, or walk out on one, Rachel!"
"I do." I said with annoyance. After all, I hadn't slept on it - not until a full day later, when Glorfindel was far away, at any rate - and *I* wasn't the one who walked out.
"So why did we leave Lothlórien without Glorfindel?" Kari asked.
"Because." I snapped in reply, unable to come up with a suitable half-truth or lie in time. I really didn't want to tell either to Kari, anyways - she was my friend. And even if I didn't want to tell her the truth - it was still far too tender a topic for me - that didn't mean I wanted to lie to her. Kari looked at me in irritation, apparently intending to get more out of me, but I was saved by a knock on the door. Kari sighed, then went and unlocked and opened the door.
"Prince Imrahil." she said politely, and somewhat surprised, curtseying lightly.
"Lady Alkarisil." I heard him reply. "I apologize for disturbing you, but I had been told Lady Asira was here, and I wish to speak with her."
"Of course. Come in." Kari said politely, and I heard the light thumping of Imrahil's boots as he entered the room. I stood from my chair and curtseyed lightly when he entered.
"Lady Asi-" Imrahil stopped abruptly, in the middle of returning my curtsey with a bow, his eyes wide. It took me only a moment to realize why, and I let out a mental stream of curses. I hadn't covered my blasted ears. There was a moment of awkward silence, and then Imrahil straightened, tilted his head to one side, and let out a chuckle.
"And so many questions about - and peculiarities of - the mysterious Lady Asira are answered and explained." he said with a light grin. I smiled faintly back at him.
"I was unaware that I was perceived as mysterious?" I said.
"When anyone stops to think about your past, you are." Imrahil assured me.
"Indeed. But you wished to speak with me?" I asked.
"Yes. About Denethor..." Imrahil trailed off, seeing me shake my head.
"There is nothing that can be done for him. He has set his own course, and will follow it to its bitter end." I said. "The most we can do is watch and guard, and be ready to shoulder his duties should he neglect them, so that he does not take us down with him." Imrahil blinked in surprise. "Boromir isn't the only one who went to Rivendell for counsel." I told the Prince with an amused smile. Deliberately misleading, but it worked better than having to explain things to him. Imrahil accepted it with a nod, at any rate.
"Very well. That was all I had to speak with you about, m'Lady, so I shall take my leave now." he said, bowing slightly.
"Oh, come, stay. We were just finishing our meal, and I can see you have other questions just waiting to be asked." I said, knowing Kari would start up with the questions again as soon as he left. Imrahil seemed about to politely refuse the invitation and make his way out, but Kari abruptly came up beside him and laid a hand on his arm.
"Yes, come, sit and talk." she said with a smile, surprising me. "I have wanted to meet you for some time." Imrahil looked surprised and flattered, and let himself be led to an empty chair. There was a brief silence as he and Kari got seated - Imrahil, ever the gentleman, pulled out Kari's chair for her - then I spoke as I turned back to my food.
"Ask away, then, Imrahil." I said with a smile. "I shall try to answer as best I can." A pause.
"Why did you come to Minas Tirith?" he asked.
"People in Rohan were beginning to wonder why I wasn't aging." I replied promptly and honestly.
"You were in Rohan before?" Imrahil asked in surprise, and I nodded. "So you are not from Rivendell, sent to aid Men in this War?" I shook my head vigorously.
"I came of my own accord, and truthfully, I cannot be said to be from any one Elven Realms, though I did originally come from Rivendell." I said.
"Though you might be said to be of Rivendell eventually if you stop being an idiot." Kari said pointedly. I gave her a withering look. Imrahil arched an eyebrow at the exchange, but did not comment.
"So you are a wanderer?" Imrahil asked, changing the topic, and I shrugged.
"In a sense. I only ever traveled between Minas Tirith and Meduseld, really. The world has only gotten more dangerous over the past 800 years, and except for the occasional trip to Bree, I did not care to risk going to smaller villages or towns, especially as, until recently, I had no skill with any weapon." I said with a shrug.
"Yes, I noticed you carried a blade when you arrived." Imrahil said with a light frown. "But is that not an odd way to carry a sword, on your back, with the point upwards? Or is it an Elvish way?"
"It's a special way for a special weapon." I said dryly. "After much experimentation, it was discovered by an Elf in Lothlórien that I was most natural wielding a double-bladed sword. I have spent the past month learning of it, and am now fairly accomplished."
"Unless you listen to Haldir." Kari said with a smirk.
"Yes, well, he's a dwarf-loving freak who needs to be taken down several pegs." I said with a mock scowl. Imrahil arched an eyebrow. "Haldir is an Elf of Lothlórien, and the only living master of the double-bladed sword this side of Valinor. He taught me some of what I know. Even before he started teaching me, however, we did not get along."
"Not at all." Kari agreed with a smirk. Imrahil chuckled lightly, and from there he asked me about Lothlórien, and Kari about Rivendell. He was quite curious about the Elven realms - which wasn't a surprise, considering how he was rumored to have Elvish blood in him - and Kari and I were more than happy to supply him with answers. Though I really didn't have many - mostly sarcastic observations. Imrahil commented on it after awhile, and I smiled wryly.
"Galadriel and Elrond are freaky, Mirkwood has really big spiders, which I hate, and the Grey Havens are sad." I said.
"Where then did you grow up?" Imrahil asked in confusion.
"Monkey Island, three leagues out of nowhere." I said with a grin. Imrahil blinked at me, and then raised his hands in surrender, realizing he wouldn't be getting an answer. I smiled apologetically. "I'll tell you someday, honest. But it's a long story, and there are a lot of people who would like to hear it, so I'd like to get you all together and tell you all at once." Imrahil chuckled.
"Ah, efficiency." he said, and I nodded. We talked some more, and eventually, around the time the sun would have been setting had we been able to see it, he left, and not long after, Kari and I heard the calls of the Nazgûl on the wind. Kari looked over at me.
"Faramir." I supplied, and she nodded.
"Shall we go greet him?" she asked.
"Eh, he's gotta talk to Denethor and Gandalf, first. We could go wait for him in his rooms. Actually, I might just do that." I frowned slightly. "Denethor's not going to be too nice to him, and even if I prepared him ahead of hand for Boromir's death, he's going to be under a lot of stress. On the other hand, he might kick me out in a righteous rage."
"You prepared him ahead of time?" Kari asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I swear that guy got every drop of Elvish blood Finduilas and Denethor could give him." I replied, shaking my head, and Kari laughed.
"Go talk to him, then. I am going to find Gandalf." she said.
"To ask him about Glorfindel?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"And what if I am?" she asked, looking at me blandly. I shrugged, then grabbed my scarf, put it on, waved good-bye, and left the room. I went straight to Faramir's chambers, and after waving to his guards, went straight into the sitting area to sit and wait for him. A few hours later Faramir came stumbling in, looking worn and tired. I immediately offered myself as a support, and he smiled at me gratefully. So asleep was he that my presence didn't even really register until he was sitting on the edge of his bed, and I was pulling off his boots. When it did, he frowned lightly at me.
"When did you return?" he asked.
"Early this morning. I will speak with you later - for now, you sleep." I said sternly, and Faramir smiled slightly, then nodded, lying down on his bed after I finished with his boots. He threw an arm over his eyes, and with no more movement then that, was asleep. I looked at him in amusement, then shook my head and tsked before setting about removing his tunic and covering him with the blankets on the bed. I removed his dirty clothes and boots from the room, then set out a new set of clothing, complete with boots, and readied his armour, which I knew he'd need.
I finally left his rooms sometime around midnight, giving Faramir a light kiss on the forehead before I went. More than anything, after watching Boromir walk away from me to his death, I wished that I could spare Faramir the coming pain. But I could not. Some things had to happen, and I did not want to wager about what would happen should I mess with the timeline of Middle-Earth. So, with a sigh, I settled down for a brief rest before the coming dawn, and all that it and the coming days held.
----To be continued...with some chicken soup!----
(And an angry husband!)
-Authors Note:-
I have a deviantART account/profile thingy now...you can find the link in my profile on here. It doesn't have any of the images you've seen from any of my stories, but it does have some other junk I haven't really shown to anyone outside my family or friends.
Anyways. The general consensus seems to be that people would like to see the removed and then re-written pieces of TGotG which I've saved, so once this is all over (which will happen eventually, contrary to the opinion of the big dust bunny under the computer desk, which happily eats my schoolwork while I write on TGotG) I'll post it all as an extra chapter...a really LONG chapter. One of my wrong turns was kinda three chapters long, after all...*cough* *innocent* The rest are shorter, however...and the rest of the chapter that isn't my wrong-turns, which is expalining where the piece came from and why I decided I didn't like it and re-wrote, will be disclaimer-style. So, prepare for insanity on that front.
Yep. That's all from me for now, then...see ya Monday evening/Tuesday!
~Crimson Starlight