Escapades of Demi God, a Gypsy and Rogue:

Laine MacMillan:   We exited the portal into the dusty space that was the walk up to the wrap around front porch of the brick three story farm house...Whitewashed beams, three steps up to the decking.  Rocking chairs gently swayed.  Chickens ran around pecking...a yellow tabby farm cat stretches out on the front porch... Willows and Oaks are tall and stretch their branches out .. strong...holding the history of the land...Shelter to the animals that chattered down at their enemy that just did a deceivable lazy stretch on the porch.   The herb garden on the South side is bustling with butterflies , hummingbirds...The essence of lavender, rosemary, thyme, oregano, basil, lemon balm fill the air. The hemp plot is growing high. Hops are climbing their trellis.  A lilac row grows to the West. And, a boxed row of brambles thorns is all tied but in open thorn rebellion...flowers to give fruit for jams and brandies come summer. Wild rose bu...

Circles of Time: I look to Sable.. "let's travel a bit then camp. I am not ready to go back to halls and People. " it's a gorgeous moon lit night silvery light weaving between the trees. It's light conversation between us.. I am back in my head.. when did I kill those who branded me.. What path do I walk now. While I enjoy the hunt.. I feel the torment of those dispatched. If I can not remember events and I do happily indulge in the sanguine nature of the bounty..how close am I to being like the monsters and ghouls we chase. It is also nice while in the quiet if each others company to break some of the norms. It's why I picked the west..untamed.. but also islands of etiquette and civilization. This brought me freedom and balance. Structure and rebellion. So to get a bit of the same dynamic here in the heart of the empire was freeing. Sable perks up..and burst with. "I KNOW WHERE TO Camp on a night like this.." I see the mischievous look.. I swear she...