Day 8
I finally was able to scrub the layers of makeup off my Hillfolk action figure.but sadly I rubbed most of his face away with it. Deciding that only a proper burial would be suitable for my action figure, I searched the house for burial materials. I snatched up Fialma's silver lined cedar box, and a handful of her best hair gems. Luckily she was busy with her singing lessons and was too stupid to notice. I went to the back of the house, bringing a servant with me, so he could dig the hole and I wouldn't get my clothes dirty.
Gosh.I love a good funeral..well, the hole was dug and I lowered my dear action figure in his wooden coffin, the one so graciously supplied by Fialma, into the ground. I wanted music, but I asked Mother and she said that Cousin Vidanric's family had them for a local welcome home party for him. (She said a lot of crude stuff afterwards but I tried to ignore it as she still had the bottle of red liquid in her hand.) Well, back to the funeral..I was about to start the elegy when Cousin Vidanric and that snobby Savona jumped out of the bushes and threw mud at me. They said something about playing Pirates and Knights, and I reached down, picked up my Hillfolk action figures coffin, and threw it at them. Sadly, my action figure's body popped out mid air and landed right in front of Cousin Vidanric and his friend, and the box splintered behind them. Well no need to go into details, but they stabbed him with their wooden swords and ran off with his body flaunted on one of their blades. Oh how I hate them and this stupid city..I have to go rinse my slippers out now, and when I get back I want to GO HOME.
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From the Mouths (or Fingers) of Liz and Dayna: AAHHHHH..a little Flauvie is just too hard to write! We hope this one's okay, it's a wee bit too long so it's going to be a separate chapter. Please review!
PS: Intangible Intent isn't THAT bad is it?
I finally was able to scrub the layers of makeup off my Hillfolk action figure.but sadly I rubbed most of his face away with it. Deciding that only a proper burial would be suitable for my action figure, I searched the house for burial materials. I snatched up Fialma's silver lined cedar box, and a handful of her best hair gems. Luckily she was busy with her singing lessons and was too stupid to notice. I went to the back of the house, bringing a servant with me, so he could dig the hole and I wouldn't get my clothes dirty.
Gosh.I love a good funeral..well, the hole was dug and I lowered my dear action figure in his wooden coffin, the one so graciously supplied by Fialma, into the ground. I wanted music, but I asked Mother and she said that Cousin Vidanric's family had them for a local welcome home party for him. (She said a lot of crude stuff afterwards but I tried to ignore it as she still had the bottle of red liquid in her hand.) Well, back to the funeral..I was about to start the elegy when Cousin Vidanric and that snobby Savona jumped out of the bushes and threw mud at me. They said something about playing Pirates and Knights, and I reached down, picked up my Hillfolk action figures coffin, and threw it at them. Sadly, my action figure's body popped out mid air and landed right in front of Cousin Vidanric and his friend, and the box splintered behind them. Well no need to go into details, but they stabbed him with their wooden swords and ran off with his body flaunted on one of their blades. Oh how I hate them and this stupid city..I have to go rinse my slippers out now, and when I get back I want to GO HOME.
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From the Mouths (or Fingers) of Liz and Dayna: AAHHHHH..a little Flauvie is just too hard to write! We hope this one's okay, it's a wee bit too long so it's going to be a separate chapter. Please review!
PS: Intangible Intent isn't THAT bad is it?