§ I canceled the [Blood Presence] spell that linked me to the world inside the Training Network and opened my eyes in my real body… § I noticed motion in my peripheral vision and turned my eyes from the reflection in the mirror of Genette doing final touches to my hairdo to catch Pasrue’s airship passing the window that overlooks …

§ Spirit Folk tents are amazing.  When the threatening storm arrived at last, the Fire Folk were preparing to unearth some sort of buried barbecue, the kind where you cook your food in a covered hole, like at a clambake or a luau. They downed tools, secured the scene and hustled into the tents, whisking their guests along without letting …

§ Curator set up the celebration according to Ceria’s wishes, which left me terribly curious.  “A cat girl from 33rd century Orestania would not know what manner of celebration might be available in the Elder Age Southern Continent,” I pointed out. At that moment, Curator, Kanon and I were Willing the rest through the ‘Background’, a canvas of abyssal black …

§ 1000:1 compression is the limit for which Curator can maintain a wide ‘world’– out to continental size, say– at Huadean spiritual density. The simulation which Ceria and Oberon entered is an example of that, being a replica of all ten million square miles of the Southern Continent during the last millennium before the Elder-Demon war. But Curator can decrease …

§ Ceria’s face greeted me upon my entry, but I was seeing her on a monitor of sorts. The basis for it was a [Water Mirror] spell, except it displayed a remote image rather than a reflection. A familiar group, seated in an idyllic field of moonlit daisies, starry sky beside a tranquil pond, was watching her through it as …

§ I kept my dissatisfaction off my face as I ‘woke’ and sat up in bed. It wouldn’t do, to let the woman with whom I was sharing it see how I felt at the moment. I mean, it had nothing to do with her, after all. But while pulling my yukata on, once I confirmed that she was indeed …

§ I will agree, in half a heartbeat, that the relationship between myself and Diurhimath is distorted. Diur has lived so long that his otherwise non-mortal body is trying to break down and he must use special measures to keep it functioning. I haven’t really thought about it, but I suspect others with similar years, like Oberon and Morrígan, must …

§ For a long moment, I simply stood there with the rest gaping at me, until Shindzha exclaimed, “Mistress!” I let slight dimples show up on my illusory cheeks. The [Blood Presence] projection provides enough feedback to allow me to control my facial expression and speech, even though I can’t feel the weight on my feet and most other body …

§ As Sirth’s memories drifted across to me, keeping me up to date on Shindzha, I stroked the snoozing Syl’s hair. She’d nodded off on my arm after I fed on her, and I needed to move her head soon so she could rest in a healthier position, but I didn’t feel like doing it just yet. She appeared to …

§ Consistent ain’t a thing pixies should be, right? And yet, the little bug shot straight for Shindzha’s cleavage, just like always. When she was havin’ memory problems, Tiana spent time partially mixin’ her thoughts with our ‘little sister’. It taught us some about how a pixie thinks, or at least how this pixie that used to be an Elder …