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*stares at the lonely walls*

*stares at the lonely ceiling*

*considers buying a dog* *a bassett hound with big sad droopy eyes* *if only they didn't drool so much*


. . .


*nails a sign to the white picket fence in front of the House of the Golden Flower v.2.0*






*wonders if he should include free massages*

*has lost his wife on account of being too gay* :(

*couldn't see a good thing when it was right under his nose* :(

*couldn't even get knocked up!*

*sits down beside the Pond of Doom and in classic Drama Queen style thinks about Ending It All*

*drags herself out of bed well after noon-time with a need to answer the call of nature*

*gets about halfway through the bodily function before she realizes that she's standing up to do this*

. . .

*peers into the mirror*

Holy shit...I'm me again.¹ Woah. Thank fuck I'm not pregnant, ehehehe.

. . .

HOLY SHIT. I BETTER NOT BE PREGNANT.


*hYpERvEntiLatEs and runs to the pub to wash away the scary scary thought with booze* *lots and lots of booze*





¹((Only with a new PB of course--David Lindwall.))

*treks up the mountain with Elemmakil and Legolas in tow, intending to meet up with Falathar for the big music and poetry festival*

*is armed with an atlas, a street map, a program, several event fliers, a Worse Case Scenario Survival Handbook Guide to Vanyarin Customs, and other assorted bits of helpful literature*

*takes up a post near the main event staging area and turns to the guys* Okay, keep your eyes peeled, Fala-baby should be about soon. And do we have to go over the rules again before he gets here?

*spots Legolas in the pub and walks up and taps him on the shoulder*

Dude. It didn't take. We need to do it again.

*decides on the one-night-stand option as her best bet in obtaining a father for her prospective baby*

*dons an enticing outfit and hits the pub*

*sits at the bar with a martini, pen and notebook, and prepares to screen potential candidates*¹




¹*no dwarves need apply*

*stops at the café for a coffee and finds herself thinking that Erestor has such a cute baby*

*always liked kids, but never even remotely considered having one* *actively took mental measures to prevent such an occurrence in fact*

*quite suddenly, now finds herself seriously considering the possibility, yearning for it, even* *must be these new female hormones*

Okay. So. No husband. No boyfriend. What else is there?

Adoption?

Dating service?

Personal ad?

One night stand?

Sperm bank?



*sits down with her coffee and scopes out likely specimens candidates*

*is placed in his carriage and taken out into the world for the first time*

*stares up at the blue, blue sky and the shiny, shiny sun*

*squawks his approval of the scenery so far*