mythopoeics

A man approaches you in the woods and attempts to steal your food from you after you haven't eaten in days. You're starving and exhausted. He's more worn out than you are, and you debate keeping the food for yourself, sharing it, or giving it away.

What do you do?

One of my sons gripped my fingers and smiled.

I'm proud to be a father.

There was a scraggly street dog who followed me home and won't seem to leave me alone. I'm going to keep him, but my sister will have to name him. I would settle for 'Scrappy' if it wasn't so obvious a name.

Nimue, I have something to give you. It isn't the dog, to be clear.

Shipments are ready to leave, everyone's paid, all clients accounted for and nothing to do. I think I should begin marking these days in the calendar. Days in which everything truly goes fine, perfectly as expected. Ordered. How rare are these? And I must be getting old if this makes me happy and exhausted at the same time.

Also, snuggle my boy. Yesterday, I asked if he wanted to take flowers to his little girlfriend?

He said 'why? She's not dead yet.'

I claim half of him wasn't made by me.

[ handwritting is slightly scratched and bumpy because this is being written against his horse's head. Yes. ]

Wait. No. This way to Mictlan. What way? How come you get a sign in the middle of nowhere to indicate the way and forget adding the indications?

Farm.

Horse.

Fence.

Bloody corpse.

Trees.

More trees.

Thief.
Again.


I'll never understand why people think I have money. It should be pretty obvious I don't.

A description of my day sounds awfully boring, doesn't it?

[As she told her sister, she herself would deal with the invitation to Arthur. It hadn't been immediate but she sent it off the moment she had the chance. Freyja made easy work of it, keeping it light (keeping it like he was already a dear, dear friend) and then had it sent off during the weekend.

Dearest Arthur,

Your health and region's well-being are things I hope are well. Camlann suffers little if at all and, no doubt, we all have the marriages between our regions in mind. Such joyous times are ahead of us, wouldn't you agree, sweeting? Keeps one's spirit uplifted and all that goodness. I do think, sometimes, once I have my siblings secure in happiness I may consider a marriage of my own. Perhaps!

I'll not drown you in pleasant talk too much for this letter has a stronger purpose. For sake of my sister's comfort as well as to get to know you much better, I propose you come here for a week. At the end of that week, my sister and your general's betrothed will accompany you to Mictlan to stay with you a week. This should give all peace of mind about what is to come as well as certainty that it is right. A chance to bond and such lovely business.

Consider it for our futures. I'm sure you will want my sister to feel at peace with the marriage and yourself.

With regards and love,
Queen Freyja of Camlann
[a red kiss mark is printed here]

The paper is then scented lovingly with one of her signature perfumes (one with notable hints of jasmine and neroli), sealed in an envelope and sent. She prayed by the beginning of the next month Arthur would not only have responded but would arrived. Polyxena's feelings about the whole matter came first.]

It'll be lovely when majority of the world begins to thaw from the season affecting some of us. I've always been greatly fond of fertile seasons opposed to the barren ones.

No, there is no code in that, it's a desire to




Cats are such troublesome creatures. Pesky thing. Now I need to go see what's knocked over.