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"Fairy narratives always gather in whatever place is not home." - Diane Purkiss - Troublesome Things.

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Bowyer's Blade n Barriers

So little Miz Sleeping Beauty, aka me, is AWOL, roving outside the brambled walls of the castle 2day. My girl Arrow makes a damn fine bow. I'm just not the best archer. Lost an arrow, twice (man can that twist a girls socks!) Finally went back to where I'd shot from n let an arrow fly. Looked around where it landed n sure enough within 3 ft was the lost arrow! Found the 2nd one the same way. My groupings r getting better, n that's shooting south paw, which I don't usually do! SB is doing the "I'm so AWESOME!!" dance. Oops! Did I say that out loud? Pride b4 a fall, eh? Better watch my step with the all the really creepy flora around here... See. U gotta understand. All that prickly brush n vine-age we live behind? That's all a reflection of the Ogre's mind, and it's how he raised me. You get pretty tripped up and diced up before you get real good at handling and manoeuvring around barriers, especially the sharp kind that really hurt. Thorns r thorns, eh? They will catch you. You can't be on guard all the time.
- SB

Bug Soup

Carbs and Protein are essential for any SB trying to maintain a Brambled Hedge. My own personal Shrek is a damn fine cook. He has a rather loose interpretation of pea soup that gives it a myriad of flavours the more days it exists...
PS... Bread is an awesome bowl cleaner. No water necessary...
PPS... Oh dang. I just realized he used the tomato that housed a bug or two. I wonder if he noticed. Hmmm.... Waz more likely good with just adding the extra protein...
- SB

Path to Mailbox.


What? Every Castle has 1, no? Well. Really. How do you think a Somniac Chick is in and out of sleeping 4 over a 100 years n doesn't go completely crazy? Used to be all 'send me a letter'. Now its more FB, Instagram, Tweet, Blog, Email. Telepathically? No? Well of course she was communicating all this time. She's a woman, it's what they do. And no, no TAG or POF please. Big, big pond that. No pond, less worry of sharks. Faelan is not a nice place as it is. Worth a girl cutting her risks. Hence the Hedge to the Mailbox.
Ps... I may cut out a few burrs, brambles n thorns. But only a few. Ogre likes his thorns. And a girl gets used to hiding...
- SB

It is worth noting that the mailbox is inside the Hedge, n only certain of the Ogre's Fae contacts making the jump do deliveries, but aren't allowed any closer to the Castle than that road way. R we paranoid here or what?! There's levels n levels of insanity in this place, eh?? Heh heh...

Heh heh heh

Dang. I forgot to shake the bball cap out 4 critters b4 I put it on...

- Arrow

On second thought...

Morning Faerie Tale Land. Think I might cut that trail through the Verge 2day. It gets disappointing hauling off the carcasses entangled there. Hmm.... On second thought... Y make it easy for 'em? I hear they like a challenge. And really, do you want someone whose worse @ the maze n battle than u??
- SB

Get it done.

...Once ur a get it done kinda chick u just end up, well, getting it done. Whether it's bugs from the woodpile or the carcasses of the knights who just never figured it out. U just gotta step up. Maybe even cut a trail so the clueless knights can keep from getting skewered. (Ha! Wouldn't that put a twist in the Ogre's drawers!) Huh. K. SB - havin taken care of bug business - is going 2 bed. Nite all! xoxo
- SB

Sweet Dreams

Sleeping Beauty has had one busy ass day hacking her way thru the brush. Bits of burrs and thorns have gotten thru the outer wear n into the longjohns, poking and interfering with the bedding down process. Dang. When ur only means of bathing is a bowl on a wood stove, n doin laundry involves time travel, u tend to make ur wearin last. Wasn't nearly ready to give up on these johns yet! GRRRR...
-SB

So, Sleeping Beauty, finally snuggling into her cushy bed (cushy being relative) hears some skittering noises, turns on her flashlite n looks over at the woodpile the Ogre said to bring in ('nother story, that). And what do you think she sees? Itty bitty little creeeepy crawlies exiting the woodpile. Now you KNOW this ain't no ordinary Somniac Chick. She's gonna get her ass outta bed n take care of business, yah?! So you c, the moral of the story is...