#They are also provided/welcome to full course meals and living quarters.

[botanikos]

What’s your overall opinion of imps?

It takes Stolas quite some time to respond. Not because he lacks an answer, but because he worries over the specifics and the mechanics of his words, the weight they carry, and what he genuinely wants to get across. He is aware of the imps currently employed within his household, and likely to the Goetia as an entirety. Their position is not foreign to him, but it is one he is concerned with, especially as his feelings for a particular imp become overgrown like a thriving pothos. He wrings his hands, gaze narrowing. There are a few times in which his beak parts to speak, but words are thick and sticky as honey on his tongue. Only, they aren't sweet and cloying. ❝ I - I don't think my opinion matters. I don't necessarily DESERVE to have an opinion, now do I? And, well, it's complicated. But I do believe they are deserving of respect. I hold no feelings of negativity or hostility towards them. ❞ Considering he has spent most of his life around the imps running the palace and serving his family, he holds only fondness in his heart. Not that he was going to speak on such personal matters just yet.

[quintessencewrites]

Vanish

ShuRiri x Wakandan!fem!reader

“Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair. 

Warnings: ANGST, explicit language, toxic!Riri, slightly toxic!Shuri...you might cry

Word Count: 2.5k+

Tags: @yvxmpire @zestgodtj @k3nn3dyxo @mlmilani @letitias-fav @doms-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @g4yforu @remwritess @widowmakker @becauseimswagman1 @zayswriting @inmyheadimobsessed @laurensmabel1 @malltake12

A/N: Another idea by @k3nn3dyxo, loosely based on the song Vanish by GIVEON. There's so much damn angst in this one, it kind of broke my heart to write. As always though, enjoy <3 Translations are in the text, there are full on sentences in xhosa in this one. Also, just because I never said it before, every character I write for is a black woman. I love us <3 , okay that's all lol

It had been weeks. That wasn’t an over-exaggeration. The x’s tallied across your calendar were proof. 

Weeks. Three weeks since you and your loves last had a meal together. 

Shuri and Riri lay in bed as you dressed, the smaller girl of the two still soundly sleeping, tucked under the other’s arm. Her highness smiled a beautiful smile at you, one filled with pride and all the adoration in the world. “Have a wonderful day, sthandwa (my love). Go do amazing things.” 

A beautiful grin of your own spread through your cheeks as you bent down to kiss the woman you loved. “Thank you. I will see you two for dinner?”

“Kunjalo, sana (Of course, baby). I can not wait to hear all about your day.”

And off you went, thrill racing through your veins as you left the palace in trek of the school you helped Nakia establish in your home country, one which mirrored her own brilliant institution in Haiti. 

Returning home many hours later, exhaustion adorning your features, you were welcomed by loneliness. The room shared between you and the adjacent queens was empty, as were the kitchen and living quarters. 

“Griot,” your voice echoed the large walls, calling out to the AI that had made its way out of Shuri’s lab and into your living space. 

“Yes, My Queen?”

“Where are my wives?” the question lingered from your lips. 

“Queen Shuri and Queen Riri are currently in the lab. Would you like me to page them for you?”

The heart encapsulated in your chest swelled, knowing that both girls have had a hard time returning to their work since Queen Mother’s death. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull them away from that. 

“No, Griot. Thank you anyways.”

That night, you climbed into bed alone, body no longer able to fight the sleep that draped upon it. 

When you awoke the next morning, your queens were snoring next to you. They’d crawled in at some point in the night and the sandman whisked them to dreamland; neither girl stirred when you left the bed to prepare for another day at the school. 

The abnormality of abandonment that marked the previous day for you and your family soon became routine. One night turned into two and two into 21. Twenty one days since you’d gathered around the table to enjoy a meal with your loves. 

Two weeks since they’d stopped making excuses. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. Work has been fucking crazy, man. I got caught up. Can I make it up to you?” Riri hadn’t even had the decency to leave the lab for the moment it would’ve taken her to stand you up in person. Shuri was in America, sovereign duties unable to go ignored any longer. 

Even without her partner in crime, Riri still found ways to make her lab work more important than her time with you. 

“You can’t take a moment? Let’s have lunch, my love.” You were begging, a pathetic sight had Ri been able to pull her eyes from her project long enough to peer at you through the hologram provided via the beads. 

“Nah, ma. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

Shuri was no better. 

“My Queen, where are you? The children are waiting, anticipating the Black Panther’s arrival.”

“Shit, usana (baby), that was today? Can we reschedule?”

“Can we re - No, Shuri! No, we can’t reschedule. These iingqondo ezincinci (little minds) have been waiting hours, missing lessons, to see their beloved protector. You promised.”

“I’m kind of caught up right now, y/n. Riri and I are about to do a test flight; the Iron Heart suit has to be able to reach speeds greater than Mach 5. We think we’ve got it.”

“Shuri plea-“

“Later, sthandwa (my love). I’ll make it up to you.”

And with that, her beads disconnected, erasing her face full of distracted features and leaving you with an auditorium packed with disappointed young ones. 

14 days ago, they stopped making excuses and empty promises, simply starting to just not showing up, not explaining. 

One week, exactly, since they forgot your birthday. 

It had been a hard year, you were well aware of that, but this day was one that never went by unnoticed by your queens. They spoiled you regularly, but on this day in particular, there was nothing that you couldn’t dream up that they wouldn’t move mountains to get you. 

You begrudgingly spent most of that special day alone this year. ‘They’re planning a surprise.’ you tried to convince yourself. Something so big, they had to spend the day away from you so they wouldn’t spoil it. 

Nakia and all the students at your school had wished you a happy birthday. Okoye granted you a year full of bliss as you aged up. Hell, even Griot spoke up when you arrived home from work, “Happy Birthday, Queen Y/n.” 

The damn AI had blessed your day before your wives had.

7 days later and they still hadn’t. 

You’d been patient; more than really. So when you awoke on the eighth day since your birthday to an empty bed, your thin restraint snapped, kindness fleeing with it.

You were angry, and you had every right to be.

The walk down to the lab was more of a march than a stroll. Rage preceded you, and when the lab doors opened before you, it permeated the space, quickly sucking out the focused atmosphere. 

“Queen Y/n has arrived,” Griot announded, oblivious to the fury preparing to reign down on the other Wakandan rulers. 

“Where are my queens, Griot?” You stood on the entrance platform, eyes scanning the room and coming up short of either girl. 

“Queen Riri is in the lab. Queen Shuri is thirty minutes out from the border, returning as we speak.”

Returning? Shuri had left the country and you weren’t even made aware.

“I’m down here, baby,” Riri’s voice was muffled among the buzz in the room, and you honestly couldn’t take it. 

“Wonke umntu ngaphandle (Everybody out),” your voice boomed. Riri was still struggling to learn the language and Shuri wasn’t here to translate, so you took command of the unfamiliar space. 

All around, the sea of white lab coats stilled, unsure. “Ngoku! (Now!)”

Their hesitations evaporated, and the scientists filed out of every exit in the room, leaving you and a confused Riri. You spotted your girl then, welder’s mask atop her head, slowly placing her tool down as you approached her. 

“Y/n, baby, I don’t have time for lunch today. These modifications have a deadline and-”

“Esihogweni ngomhla wakho wokugqibela (To hell with your deadline).”

Riri took a slight step back at your tone, “You know you’re gonna have to translate baby. I’m not there yet.”

At her retreat, you stepped forward, refusing to let her escape. “To hell with your deadline. My patience had a deadline too, Riri.”

Her guard drops, no longer taking your distraction in her lab as a serious matter. “Y/n, what are you going on about?”

When she raises her hand to drop the mask back onto her face, you scoff. She couldn’t even give you a moment to speak, nor an ounce of respect to hear your words. 

You step in front of her, risking being burned by the tool in her hands and not caring at all. Riri jumps back and switches the device off. “You gonna get yourself hurt, y/n! You know better than that; what the fuck is going on with you?”

“Queen Shuri has arrived,” Griot announces as she steps into the lab, panther suit still on, missing the mask. Her brows raise at the sight of her empty lab as she saunters over to you two.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Shuri questions with a kiss to the side of your head. “Where is everyone?” she asks as she repeats the action on Riri. 

If looks could kill, you and Riri would both be six feet under, neither of you removing your glare from the other. “Ask her,” Riri retorts. “She came in spewing some shit I couldn’t understand and risking her life with tools she don’t know how to handle and shit.” Throwing the tool to the ground, Ri steps closer to you. She’s so close she could kiss you, but the fury emitting from her tells you she won’t. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Shuri grabs Riri’s upper arm, stopping the girl from approaching you any further. With furrowed brows, she speaks. “Sthandwa (my love), what’s going on?”

A deep chuckle filled with rage leaves your body. It’s an ugly sound coming from you, brimming with emotions you don’t usually possess. “This is the most attention I’ve gotten from either of you in weeks.”

“Attention?” Riri cries. “This is about you not getting attention?” She turns to Shuri, “Baby, we don’t have time for this!” Swiveling back to face you and shaking her arm free of the Black Panther’s hold, Riri steps forward to you, an angry finger in your face joining her dangerous words. “You’re not a child, y/n! We don’t have to come running every time you beckon and call.”

“Ri, calm down. Y/n, my love, nceda uqonde (understand, please). This work is important to us. You know that.” Shuri is speaking to you gently while Riri paces back and forth, hands clasped and running over her tight braids. 

“Bast, Shuri, we don’t have time for this,” Riri repeats. 

Shuri raises her hand to silence Riri but then lowers it onto the small of her back, pulling her in close. “Y/n, sthandwa (my love), singakwenza oku kamva? (can we do this later?)”

That’s it. That small movement opened your foolish eyes.

They were a team. Shuri and Riri. The Black Panther and Iron Heart.

And right now, they were teamed up against you. 

The action almost caused you doubt, your brain wracking to think of a way you may be in the wrong. 

You came up with nothing.

“Ungacinga lomtshato uphakathi kwenu nobabini qha (You would think this marriage was only between the two of you.”

Shuri’s head dips and when she looks back at you, sadness is in her gaze. “Ungathethi loo nto, sthandwa (Don’t say that, my love). You don’t mean that.”

Riri’s head is spinning between you two. “What did she say?”

Shuri is hesitant to answer. “Sh-she said that it seems as though our marriage is only between the two of us.”

While Shuri is making the effort to be gracious with your feelings, Riri just isn’t. She laughs, “Are you serious, yo? You go a few days without any affection and you start tripping?”

“Three weeks.”

“What?” Riri asks.

“Three weeks,” you parrot. “It has been three weeks.”

“Quit being dramatic, y/n-” But Ri’s words are silenced when you throw the calendar upon her work station. Across it are little notes marking the important women in you life’s promises that went broken on those important dates. Big, bold x’s mark out those days. 

“Three weeks ago,” you point at the date. “Was the day I started my duties at the school. You missed the grand opening; couldn’t even be bothered to have dinner with me that evening to celebrate. I went to bed alone that night. Have been ever since.”

Shuri’s eyes are wide and full of hurt, having forgotten the vow she made that you on that day. “We haven’t eaten together in three weeks? Haven’t gone to bed together in that long?”

You ignored her questions. Your voice had finally found you and you refused to let it go. “Two weeks ago, Riri, we were supposed to have lunch together. You’ve been blowing me off ever since. You, ubungangamsha bakho (your majesty), promised to bless the school with your presence. You failed to do so, and I spent six hours consoling some very upset children.”

Next came the date with a bold red circle engulfing it. ‘My Birthday!’ the note read. “One week ago,” your voice cracks. “This one is pretty self-explanatory.”

Tears are falling from Shuri’s face. “How could we-”

Riri is belligerent. “Nah, nah. We wouldn’t miss your birthday. We had it all planned out, today’s only-” Her words fail as she pulls out her phone to check, as if she didn’t believe the calendar you placed in front of her. “Shit.”

“Ikaka ngokwenene(Shit indeed). So tell me again, Shuri, how I didn’t mean the words I said before.”

She doesn’t speak, face full of an apology she can’t vocalize. 

Riri isn’t backing down, anger riling her up again. “Hold up, so you been sitting on this shit for three weeks and you wanna come in and hold it over our heads now?”

“Hold it over your heads? Riri, my love, vuma ukuba awulunganga (admit you’re wrong)! It was you, nina nobabini (both of you), who forgot you had another wife to care for, not I!”

“If you’re so forgotten, y/n, why don’t you just leave?”

Her words knock the wind out of you. “Utheni? (What did you say?)” 

Shuri’s words find her again. “Riri, stop-”

“Nah, baby. She’s the forgotten wife, right?” She’s speaking to Shuri, but her eyes are on you. “We haven’t shown her how much we care over these past few years. How much she meant to us. It wasn’t enough for her.”

Readdressing you, Riri asks venumously “It wasn’t enough, was it, y/n? Huh, baby? We weren’t enough for you. So why don’t you go? Disappear? Vanish?”

A panic is rising in Shuri and she pulls Riri’s tiny body back, but the anger and frustration flowing through the small girl’s being strengthen her. “Cwaka, Riri (Silence, Riri.) Let’s cool off usana (baby), you’re going to say something you’ll regret.”

Riri takes no heed to Shuri's words, tears pouring down both girl’s faces, as well as your own. “Go, y/n. Bounce, baby. Find that woman who gives you more than either of us could, and when you do, wish the bitch luck!”

“Riri!” Shuri hisses, but then her attention is on you. Her eyes follow you as your hand moves to pull off your kimoyo beads. She rushes to you, her hand atop yours. “No, no, sthandwa (my love). She didn’t mean it. Yeka, hlala nam (Stop, stay with me.)”

You take the bracelet off anyways and place it in Shuri’s hand. She looks down at it in horror and tries a different tactic, taking your cheek in her hand to wipe your tears. “Umfazi wam, ndiyaxolisa (My wife, I’m sorry). Ndiyacela, ndiyacela, sukuhamba. (Please, please, don’t go.),” whispers from her lips. 

When you reach to remove the wedding ring from your hand, Shuri drops to her knees, begging. Riri even stops her pacing to peer at you with wide eyes, the weight of her words finally hitting her. 

The ring clinks as it lands on the table, a loud sound in the quiet room. “Ndiyahamba (I’ll leave).”

You pull Shuri’s chin into your hands, bringing her teary eyes to meet yours. With a small, sad smile and a quick glance at Riri, whose taking wavering steps toward you, your mouth opens to speak to the two one last time before you retreat. “Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair. 

[elianthvia]

Start of Fall 2021

ποταμοῖσι τοῖσιν αὐτοῖσιν ἐμβαίνουσιν, ἕτερα καὶ ἕτερα ὕδατα ἐπιρρεῖ.

You can never come to the same Smith twice, for it's not the same campus and you are not the same person. --- Heraclitus

The pandemic certainly did not help in terms of predictability and adjustment. The summer spent in four different states (MA, NY, FL, and PA), working, traveling, has been a wild ride. The novel feeling of beginning the first full year of in-person college as an unfledged upperclassman. The tingling excitement of returning to campus and interacting with classmates and professors outside the 2D rectangular frames. The receding memories of the year lost to the pandemic, online classes and isolation. The ongoing processing of the happenings this summer. Half of the faces of past juniors and graduated seniors that I used to know are replaced by the half-covered faces of first-years and sophomores, more than half of which have never lived on campus. Was it a lost year? I tried not to spend too much time ruminating and instead steered my focus to the present. I am ready to ramble about my classes, the new house, and food. (Maybe I will write about convocation another time...)

Schedule

 This semester I am taking a total of 20 credits. The courses are listed above. My witty comment in the parenthesis does everything but help you understand what each course is about.

EGR 374: Fluid Mechanics (it isn't as formidable as circuits, yet), PHI 124: History of Ancient and Medieval Western Philosophy (I wish I could read in Greek), EGR 388: Photovoltaic and Fuel Cell System Design (Excel is my best friend and worst foe), CHM 312: Polymer Chemistry (rubber bands contract when heated! Hooray entropy), MUS 951: Introduction to Choral Singing (Bring me Little Water Sylvie is my latest earworm), and MUS 930Y-01: Advanced Performance - Violin (It's been long; does my violin remember me?). 

Note that the schedule attached does not include my violin lessons (this year the music department is offering Smith students private performance lessons free of charge), work schedule, extracurriculars.  It is unlikely that I will cover anything beyond course content when it comes to schedules, thus if you want to learn more about Smith faculty, you can check out this website and read their bios.

(tl;dr: I am taking 3 stem classes, 2 music lessons, and 1 philosophy class. Nice decrement by 1, right?)

Abode

In the past two years I have lived in Hubbard, Northrop, Chapin, and Capen. Every year I aim to try something new. Built in 1876, Washburn House is my 2021-2022 pick for two main reasons. 

1. The facilities are most recently renovated.

Washburn is one of the very few houses on campus that has heat exchan-, no, air conditioners (other houses being Cutter/Ziskind and Chapin). With the blessing of the cool summer breeze also comes the curse of never-ending arctic winds. For half a week, I was not able to turn off the AC. Luckily, Smith College has a facilities management team ready to save the day. We enter work orders to submit maintenance requests. Within a day or so, they will email back to indicate the approval status and level of importance which affects how fast they will process your request. More information can be found here. 

Besides the AC issue, Washburn also experienced a house-wide sewage problem (our shiny bathrooms were out of service for a few hours) and the brand new laundry room whose OneCard machine has been broken for 3 weeks already, so we had to use quarters. The opposition of the comfort the new house brings and the trouble its residents have to go through might muse the Greek philosophers. Maybe I should move on to the second reason in favor of the house!

2. The location is impeccable for hardworking students.

From Washburn, it is only about 5 minutes walk to most academic buildings/ libraries. It is flanked by the recently opened new Neilson Library (read this article on NYT about the library and its architect) and Seelye Hall (where I take my philosophy class), with Hillyer Art Library in the front and Alumnae Gym (mind you, it is not a real gym, but an extension of the Neilson Library) in the back. What does this mean? Any direction you go from Washburn, your destination would not lack bookshelves and comfy chairs with footrests. The joy of living on Green Street! 

Feasting

There have been a few updates and downgrades on campus dining this year. Three dining halls are closed until further notice: Wilson, a quad dining hall too far to walk to from Green Street, Northrop/ Gillet, home for vegetarian and vegan dining, Hubbard, the house Julia Child (and I) once lived in and best known for its weekend brunch and morning chocolate croissant. I was particularly saddened by the closing of Hubbard, partly because it used to be my favorite Sunday brunch option (they serve eggs benedict!) and would have been the most convenient food location for Washburn residents. 

But one mustn't be disheartened, for behold, inside Neilson, the birth of Compass Cafe! It isn't just like the pre-existing Campus Center Cafe, but better, for it serves sushi! 8 rolls of freshly cooked rice packed with salmon and other yummies, wrapped in seaweed, will be yours at the donation of one meal swipe only. The menu of other dining halls except Lamont changes every day now like in the old days. My favorite place is Comstock, the DIY-stir-fry house. It provides electric hot stoves, cooking utensils, ingredients, and condiments. You have the autonomy to stir fry however and whatever you desire under the supervision of a dining hall staff.  

For visualization, I also inserted a picture of my past meals, you're welcome.

Top meal: Eating out in Amherst

Middle meal: Sushi from the Compass Cafe

Bottom meal: Stir-fried ramen at Comstock

I think I will just end this post on the spotlighted delicacy!

[styrnraelmalqir]

The Last Vigil

[ MAJOR SPOILERS FOR FFXIV 3.0 AND 3.1 AHEAD. ]

I just have a lot of feelings and needed to put them into words. Spoilers begin right away so please be warned, thank you! 

“He would not have told you,” the Count turned to his steward, trading his cane for the broken shield of his son, “but when Haurchefant begged me to accept you into our household, he described you as ‘hope incarnate.’”

The room was hushed at the sight of Count Edmont de Fortemps touching the failed steel before him. He studied it for a moment before turning back to Styrnrael. “At the time, I assumed that he was waxing lyrical, as he was wont, but I have come to see that he simply spoke the truth.”

A breath escaped the steward’s lips as he looked upon his lord. Of the many secrets the steward had kept in half a century of service, moments such as these still came as a surprise. His focus moved to the warriors who stood in the foyer of the Manor. The steward’s vision narrowed on Styrnrael behind the thick bifocals resting on his nose. A tear threatened his composure. The warmth she and her friends brought to Ishgard was enough to fog his glasses. He batted away the tear. Before he could remove a handkerchief from his pocket to clean his lenses, Edmont surprised him yet again.

The Count stepped toward the free paladin whom his son had trusted most ardently. His gaze was still fixed on the shield in his hands, eyes low beneath his eyelashes. Of all the passing times she visited Fortemps Manor, sometimes for only a few hours of rest, not once had Edmont warmly addressed her as such.

His gaze slowly lifted to meet her own. “You are hope.” He spoke softly as if just for her to hear. His deep blue irises held an ocean’s depth. For a moment in the fading light of sunset that pierced through the windows, she saw Haurchefant in his eyes. She dared not to blink.

He cleared his throat, regaining the equanimity required for that of the head of House Fortemps. “You are hope,” he repeated with purpose, “a shining beacon that shall guide the people of Ishgard through this raging snowstorm.” With that, he lifted a heel and bowed before her, presenting the shield with both hands. She reached toward the Count to receive his gift. Her hands traced its rough edges. It was not sharp enough to nick her calloused hand, try as she might. The dazzling color of the setting sun filled the crevices of the shield’s damage with light.

“A memento,” the Count began again, looking directly at Styrnrael now. “Were my son here…” Styrnrael was entranced and the all too familiar ringing in her head made her stagger away from the present. The Echo, a gift of her mind to see memories as they were lived, could also be a curse. Suddenly her vision was every color at once and yet nothing at all. The rigid décor of the room, the flowers in the vase, the Count, the steward, and Seishin, all disappeared around her. The emptiness engulfed her in a pyre of dancing colors. Memories that were not her own flooded her reality. The Echo within her wove unrelated images together into a coherent form. The steps of a familiar quarter of Ishgard appeared, illuminated by servants lighting the gas lamps that lined the mithril-colored stone pathways of the Pillars. She stepped into the past.

--

All too familiarly, the past becomes present for just a moment.

A boy not yet ten is outside on a cold day, playing with a stick and a book. “En garde!” he shouts, defending a small toy from a would-be intruder. “That’s enough for today,” A man approaches. He is not yet forty-one. He does not make eye contact with the child. “You can return to the Manor now that mother’s guests are gone.”

The boy laughs and gathers his effects. Giving himself a running start, he jumps and grabs the Count’s hand. “And please, be reasonable Haurchefant. Leave the sticks outside this time, won’t you?”

The gaslights on the perimeter of the street begin to flicker as father and son return to the Manor. The fire within the lamps turns to smoke and color fades around her as Styrnrael steps into another vision.

Now at nearly thirty himself, the teal haired youth has grown into a thoughtful adviser, studying the charts on his desk in his quarters at Camp Dragonhead. Atop the strewn maps and coordinates of the warfront is an envelope. It was nearly torn to shreds in excitement. “What is it, my lord?” Corentiaux clamors to know what message would be so important that it drew Haurchefant’s attention so abruptly this early in the morning.

“A missive, from the Scions of course! I have been awaiting news of their decision to hear our case! We must needs their assistance posthaste to ensure Francel’s record is expunged! I know he is innocent, we just need to prove it to the Inquisitor.” His eyes dart over the words of the letter, comprehending quickly the limited envoy they approved to aid his needs. His hope never faulters for a moment no matter how slim the chances might be. “By the Fury! They have accepted our call for aid and by some fortune are sending the primal slayers themselves!”

Corentiaux is unconvinced, knowing how idealistic his lord is wont to be. “Are you sure that this will be enough to aid us?”

“Hope. That is always enough.” He nods to his squires and begins planning the reception to welcome the Scions who would answer his plea. He shuffles the papers on his desk like an Astrologian’s cards. The wind of the fanned-out pages sweeps Styrnrael to another time.

Even at midday, there is mist covering the Sea of Clouds. Scatterlings of Rose Knight scouts line the area, some swiftly rising to attention as the noble approaches, and some others ignoring him entirely. The indifference they show is quickly parted when Laniette approaches, flanked by wounded soldiers and a trembling Honoroit. “Lord Haurchefant,” the Lady begins. “Your dutiful brother has taken the growing tensions with the Vanu Vanu into his own hands to prove himself. Might you and Master Garlond have a moment to spare for one of your trademark deus ex machinas?” She smiles through gritted teeth, cursing Emmanellain for causing so much trouble, then cursing herself for entrusting him with the task.

“I thought you would never ask! Last time I so much as suggested involving myself in the dealings of the Warriors of Light, twelve men had to restrain me!” Haurchefant resigns to a smile, sparing his company the details of his favorite story to recount. He knows Laniette’s duties here in Cloudtop are much like corralling gaelicats. “You can count on me, my lady!” He nods and gently shakes his fist. Then, turning his sunlit disposition to Cid, the two of them board the airship docked at the side of the camp. Lifting into the air, they cast off the airship landing, and fly through the heavens upon the Enterprise. The clouds mingle with the exhaust of the airship’s engine, flowing through the lush lands of the camp. Styrnrael’s vision becomes clouded, too, as she flies to another image.

“I’m certain there is a joke about a monk and a House Fortemps Knight walking into a bar,” Gibrillont chuckles.

Seishin and Haurchefant laugh heartily and take their seats on weathered stools.

“What will it be, boys? For what you did tonight to provide aid and succor to the Brume folk after today’s eventful showdown, when you could be at home nursing your own wounds, I’d say this’ll be on the house. Though tis a right shame you didn’t bring along that Lady Iceheart I saw shouting about peace earlier!”

Haurchefant almost begins to order but pauses as he sees his friend still considering the vast menu. Gibrillont notices a certain paladin missing from the party. “Say, where is Styrnrael? Do you think she would fancy some mead? I will get some from the storehouse while you two make up your minds about your drinks! I’ll put in an order for trout and chips while I pass by the kitchen and be back in two bells.” Gibrillont swaggers away, leaving the monk and the knight with some privacy. Though it is only thirty past eight, nearly all the tavern’s regulars have staggered home.

“How about some hot chocolate, for old time’s sake?” His words comfort the monk who is tapping one foot against the floor. He steals a glance at Seishin while he is looking at the menu and his cheeks warm at the thought of his return. His mind wanders, “Though I was never much of a religious man before, tis Halone’s blessing you have returned to me unharmed.”

Seishin glances up at Haurchefant coyly, flexing his hand to highlight the bruises on his knuckles. A monk is ever ready to show off his battle scars.  

Haurchefant grins incredulously, still convinced his companions are invincible. That he may count Lady Iceheart among his newfound allies; that is an entirely new kind of faith. “Though I will measure it took much more than the Fury to accomplish this feat. Ysayle, is it? She may prove to bring hope to her people yet. In some way, she reminds me of our dear Styrnrael. I recall how terrified she once was to be seen in the streets of Ishgard. No matter how many times I tried to console her that my countrymen would not look upon her in disgust, I’m not sure she fully accepted that until today.”

Gibrillont returns with their drinks and supper before Seishin can respond.

“Thank you for bringing us here, Haurchefant.” He extends his hand and the heavy glass mugs clank together. “Thank you for taking us in. Styrnrael, the Scions, and I would be beside ourselves without you.”

“My family and I were happy to do so! Though truth be told, I was not sure how Artoirel would feel.” Haurchefant, ever a hospitable host, waits for his comrade to begin eating before he takes his first bite of the warm meals before them.

Seishin lets out a hearty laugh, knowing full well what he meant. “I understand completely. My older brother is also overzealous in his endeavor to protect his family.”

“I see even Ishgard’s more beloved sons have taken you in. It was truly a pleasant surprise to see you and Estinien fighting side by side.” They continue to praise each other, delighting in the company and the well-deserved respite.

“I always knew you would be Ishgard’s saviors!” His glorious shout can be heard across the entirety of the Forgotten Knight’s dining room.

Nearby, a machinist and her men glance up from their table at the commotion. She rolls her eyes at the idiots and smirks fiendishly at her comrades. The room is full of joy – for peace is on the horizon.

Their happy exchanges muddle with the commotion of the tavernkeeper moving chairs and sweeping debris. Styrnrael can hear them talking, but they are both too far away to hear. Some memories even the Echo cannot access. Styrnrael notices another Xaela. He glances downward at the child beside him, unamused with the ruckus. He leaves as quietly as he came. Before she can follow him, Styrnrael can hear Haurchefant and Seishin speaking again.  

“Twelve have mercy! Have you told her yet?” Haurchefant inquires, ears perking up at the thought of his friends’ happiness. “I should be glad to see what she says in response. When you linger too long away, I worry what the world asks of you, how you are ever saving the world from the latest calamity.” He rests a hand on Seishin’s. “You are both so precious to me,” His confession stings like a needle to her heart, ever bleeding as she hovers in the Echo. “Your feelings are safe with me, friend. I will keep them close to my heart for as long as I live.”

She wakes up in the night on a tufted settee finding a blanket that was not there when she fell asleep. Styrnrael sits up in the darkness. She feels safe, seeing Seishin and Haurchefant sitting on the floor beside her, both of them fast asleep.

The nightmares of the future dance in her mind. In her dreams, she is running ahead, trying to catch a phantom. Her armor is lead and her sabatons melt into the ground. Her heavy legs will not move. The piercing sound hits her like a drum. The crack of the shield and the splinters flying. The glare of the spear.

“I could not bear to…” His words are the ringing in her ears. She blinks away the sight of his head in her lap. He reaches for her. In the dark, she silently repeats his words.  

She looks away as the Echo tries to show her the light fading again in the dusk of The Vault. She looks away and sees Seishin. He is lost for words. She cannot turn away now, the image is burned in her mind. She steps into the memory and lets the Echo consume her at last.

--

The vision was gone. The present pulled her back. All the colors joined together until there were none. Seishin gently touched her shoulder as she awakened. The Count’s eyes were still fixed on his son’s sources of hope.

“Are you quite alright, Mistress Malqir?” Count Edmont’s voice carried genuine worry. Styrnrael’s emptiness was not the reception he was hoping for, though he did expect it, having seen the Echo sweep his friends away at times. “I know that…” His eyes, the same eyes as his son’s, closed. “I know he meant a lot to you.”

Styrnrael nodded. The embarrassment of riches this shield was, and the memories that were held within it, felt almost too much to the Xaela. No one in the room would have guessed that not weeks ago, she was wont to hide her face beneath a cowl lest she be rejected. For in the light of day, when the snow settled, she at last felt welcomed, as was her hope.

“Were my son here, he would have wished to fight at your side in the battles to come.” His eyebrows knitted together while a somber grin wrinkled his cheeks. “Take care, my friend, and return to us!”

Seishin and Styrnrael smiled, to the Count, and then to each other.

[tvdiaries-imagines]

Old Flame: Pt. 3

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2248

OLD FLAME MASTERLIST: CLICK HERE

Before proceeding, you insisted that the three stooges—Rebekah, Stefan and Damon—take you out for a drink to clear your mind. It’s no surprise that Kai wanted tag along. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. Rebekah wasn’t a huge fan of him so she had him sit farthest away from her at the bar.

After a couple of hours of sipping slowly to cool off, you finally agreed to do this favor for the Mikaelson family. Kai was not pleased at all by your decision. He had the idea to tag along with you but you denied him up until he brought up the favor he did for you yesterday. You owed him.

Rebekah explained how ruthless her brother can be and that if he sees Kai, there’s no doubt Klaus won’t grant him any mercy if he says one wrong thing to him. So you ordered Kai not to be within a mile radius of Klaus, no matter what.

“Ha. I can take him.” Kai implied.

You groaned. “It’s not about who’s tougher than who. Just do what I say for once. You’re lucky I’m even agreeing to this.”

“God you’re so hot when you’re frustrated.” Kai smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Oh fine. I’ll keep a close distance.”

No response came out of you. You parted ways and got to packing for god knows how long.

(Later…)

Rebekah informed you later that evening that she has important matters to attend to. She plans to take a different jet and will meet you in NOLA.

You were fine with sitting in coach, but Rebekah already had a private jet ready and waiting for you the following morning. When the jet took off, you threw on your headphones and allowed yourself a nap to pass the time.

When you landed, you called Rebekah straightaway. You scoffed when she sent you voicemail. But you received a text from her not a minute later with details about what to do next.

At first Rebekah planned for you to stay with her family at the Mikaelson compound. But, you rejected her plan and chose to stay at Kai’s hotel, no matter how much you are dreading it.

Later, you and Kai checked into the hotel suite, followed by grabbing food in the French quarter. “Wow this city is nothing like Mystic Falls.” Kai mentioned as he’s sitting across from you. He frowned when he noticed you constantly glancing around at everything except him. “Hey.” He placed his hand over yours on the table, snapping you out of it. “I can hear your heart beating like crazy.”

You briskly moved your hand away to your lap. “Mind your manners, Kai.” Your eyes narrowed at the heretic before continuing on your meal.

“This ex really did a number on you. Tsk. Tsk.” He shook his head as he signaled for the waitress. When the waitress appeared with a smile strewn across her face, Kai flickered his eyes around, assuring nobody is paying attention so that he can compel her. “Be a good girl and slit your wrist into this cup for me, pretty please.” She obeyed to his command and a few seconds later, he brought her attention back. “You’re a doll. Go bandage that up now.” The waitress covered her injured wrist and disappeared to cover it up.

With his fingertips, Kai pushed the glass of blood towards you. You didn’t say a word, bringing the glass to your lips.

A moment later, your phone rings and it’s Rebekah. “Hey.” You said.

“Hello my lovely sister.” She greeted softly. “Meet me here at the compound. I will text you the address.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a bit then.”

“Allow yourself in when you reach the gates.”

“Sure.” You ended the call.

Hearing word for word of your phone conversation, Kai sighed dramatically after you hung up. “I guess this is where we part ways. Temporarily of course.” He pouted.

“Quit being dramatic, Kai.” You let out a chuckle. “You’re in New Orleans. There’s plenty of activities to do and plenty of women who will swoon over you. Especially on bourbon street.” You stood, reaching for your wallet in your coat pocket.

Kai snorted as he halted you, swiftly pulling out his wallet as a gesture to pay. “I got you, girl.”

“Thanks. See you later.”

You brushed past Kai and mapped walking directions to the compound using the address Rebekah provided for you.

The city was always moving and there was never a dull moment. Jazz music all around brought you to contentment during your stroll. You couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear as you take everything in.

A figure beside you cleared his throat as if to get your attention. You shift your view and learn that it’s Elijah Mikaelson, dressed to the nines in one of his many finest suits. “My dear, Y/N.” He greeted with a soft smile.  

You briefly gazed at him. “Long time no see, Elijah.” You cleared your throat, narrowing your eyes. “Have you been following me?”

Elijah sustained his view straight ahead. “I was tending to an important matter and it just so happens I am granted by your presence on my venture back home. Though, Rebekah and I are especially grateful that you are here to help Niklaus.”

“Y-you’re welcome.” You ended the navigation on your phone and threw it in your back pocket, you shrugged your shoulders for a moment. “I just...I don’t know exactly what to do and what to say to him.”

“We only ask that you spend as much time as you can with Niklaus. However, I wish to warn you that we are unaware as to how he will react to your presence.”

You stopped in your tracks and Elijah did too, but with grace. “So you’re saying that he doesn’t even know about me coming here?” The bewildered expression on your face was hard to miss.

“Indeed. But no need to be alarmed, Y/N.”

“Elijah, do you know how long it’s been? What if he tells me to leave?” Now you’re starting to feel like a fool for coming all the way here.

“If my brother does strike you with such words, I assure you he will not mean it.” Elijah gently placed a hand over your shoulder to calm you. “He is going through a rather difficult time. All Rebekah and I ask is for your patience.”

You swallowed, leisurely nodding your head. “Okay sure.” You sighed, continuing your stroll to the Mikaelson compound.

“Rebekah has informed me that you’ve brought a friend along on your journey?” Elijah asked in a casual tone.

“Unfortunately. But he knows to keep his distance.”

“Splendid.”

“So…” You paused. “Where’s Klaus?”

“I’m afraid I do not have an answer. I have been rather busy all day.”

“Oh.” You glanced at the gravel. “By the way, I’m sorry about the loss of your niece. I can’t imagine what you’re all going through.”

“Yes. It is rather unfortunate.”

The remainder of the stroll lingered with no words exchanged. Shortly after, you are met with an enormous building here in the French quarter.

“Of course you guys live in a huge house.” You were in disbelief. “This is bigger than the old mansion in Mystic Falls.”

“Why yes.”

You followed behind Elijah as you enter the compound step by step. The sharp creaking sound of the gates closed behind you and there is utter silence up until you are in the center of the compound. You also noticed Rebekah is nowhere in sight.

“Elijah! You must know that tonight is another full moon!” Came an all too familiar voice that you felt like you haven’t heard in ages.

A voice that has expressed its love to you many times and many moons ago.

A voice that is feared amongst many. Except you.

Klaus.

Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes were suddenly glazed with a glassy layer of tears.

You froze like a statue, stunned at the hybrid before you. He still looked handsome as ever.

Elijah’s lips parted at your disorderly state before peering up at his brother who is making his way down from the second floor, completely oblivious of your arrival.

Klaus sees Elijah’s presence first, but as he reached the last step, he finally noticed you. He gripped onto the railing. His expression was as if he saw a ghost, eyes wide open and mouth dropping to the floor.

He attempted to speak, but the words could not form, so he closed them together to avoid any embarrassment.

You still stood there stiff as a log with your hands clenched into fists at your sides, sustaining your stare. A peep could not come out of your mouth either. You were self-conscious at your uncontrollable reaction. It’s as if you were on autopilot.

Klaus’s eyes abruptly flooded with tears. “My love?” His voice broke.

Your breath hitched in your throat, unable to get a hold of yourself. So you vampire sped out of the compound in the blink of an eye.

Klaus remained still, bottom lip nearly trembling as he attempted to keep his emotions in check. His brows furrowed as he continued to stare at the spot you once stood at. He even wondered if you were truly here in the flesh? It also stung him a little that you left so suddenly.

Elijah leisurely stepped towards the immobile hybrid. “Niklaus.”

Klaus blinked rapidly, allowing the built up tears to drip down his cheeks. Instead of giving Elijah the time of day, he turned on his heel and marched back up towards his bedroom, allowing the door to slam behind him. He needed time to process what just happened.

Elijah waited a matter of minutes before proceeding to Klaus’s room.

He turned the knob carefully and announced his arrival. “Brother.” Klaus’s bedroom was an utter mess with numerous blank and half finished canvases.

Elijah found his brother on his balcony, overlooking the quarter as he’s gripping onto the railing. “Elijah. What the bloody hell is she doing here? Is this your doing?”

“Y/N is here to help you. As a matter of fact, this is Rebekah and I’s doing.”

“I do not need help.” Klaus implied through clenched teeth. “And even if I did, she’s run off. She’s not coming back, Elijah.”

“Brother. You must understand that seeing you after all this time is rather difficult for Y/N as it is for you. Give her time.”

“Was she compelled to come here?” Klaus asked, turning his view to Elijah who is now standing beside him. Klaus’s eyes widened and he drew his lips back in a snarl. Elijah’s brows creased together in confusion. “Answer me!” The hybrid snapped.

“No brother. We would never resort to such actions. Y/N has willingly agreed to come here. For you.”

Klaus turned and started slowly pacing inside his room, pondering. “I see.” He finally said after a minute of silence. He hadn’t realized how much he truly missed you until he saw your presence displayed before his very eyes. It’s a lot to take in.

Elijah reentered, shutting the doors to the balcony. “Do you wish for me to retrieve her?”

“No Elijah. I’ll await her return.” Klaus said with distress. If it were up to him, he’d go out and search for you. But he cannot because he needs to stay locked in the compound as he continues to sell his grief to the world.

Elijah’s cell phone buzzed in his jacket pocket. It’s a text from Rebekah following up with him.  

(Meanwhile…)

As soon as you were out of the compound, you walked as fast as you could and as far away as you could. You sloppily wiped your tears with the backs of your hands.

After frantically walking a few more blocks, you passed Kai, who is busy flirting with a random girl he just met. You were too distraught to take in your surroundings but Kai just so happened to notice you speed walk past him. He immediately ditched the girl to catch up to you.

“Hey hey. What’s wrong hunnybun? Did he hurt you?” Kai asked with obvious concern. You slowed your speed walking.  

If you weren’t so upset, you’d scold Kai for that ridiculous nickname. You sniffled before responding. “Oh hey, Kai.” You took in a deep breath, managing to pull yourself together. “Well. I saw him.”

”Seriously, did he hurt you? We can go back so I can beat up that son of a-”

You placed your palm up for a moment to cut Kai off. “No. He didn’t do anything. I saw him and I freaked out and ran away like an idiot.”

“Oh.” Kai unclenched his fists. “Do you plan on going back?”

“Of course, Kai. We flew all this way. I just need to cool off and get my emotions in check.”

“Gee. Well I’m just surprised the sister didn’t chase after you.”

“Rebekah wasn’t even there. I haven’t seen her since the grill.” You started to wonder where Rebekah could be, however, you won’t even bother to call her because she’ll just ignore your call. Without hesitation, you entered inside the nearest bar named Rousseau's. “Anyways, I need a whiskey or two.”

-

A/N: Whoa! So much happened here :) I’d love to hear your thoughts on part 3! And in case you’re wondering, there will be a part 4!

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[artificialqueens]

Sunshine, and Glory Too (Trixya) - Chapter 6 - fannyatrollop

A/N: This fic is honestly so special to me, because unlike all five billion other ones I’m working on… the damn thing is finished. When I first completed it, I was in a bit of a daze for a little while because it was such a major thing for me. I hope to get to that point with my other work, it’s a great feeling. And I hope the ending still holds up.

Previously On: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Trixie kept to her own bedroom, and the main room in Violet’s quarters as she grew accustomed to being left behind.

Outside, the sun was bright and cheerful. She could hear birdsong wafting through the windows. Ignoring her pitiful requests for the reverse, Kim insisted on keeping them open for her.

“If my lady refuses to take in the fresh air by her own volition,” she would say, with exasperation and concern in equal measures. “It’s my duty as a friend to bring the air to her.”

Trixie’s only desire was to sit in the feeling of missing Katya, to the point of silencing the part of her that otherwise would not hesitate to berate her about how utterly ridiculous it was to live like a ghost, refusing to speak to another living soul or enjoy nature in the full splendour of spring. She became devoted to wallowing in misery in a way she never had allowed herself before, wryly thinking that she may have been better off crying over her every unhappiness when it first arose so she could have more practice in it.

Valentina called on her one morning, more contrite in her demeanour than Trixie had thought possible for her. She requested to see her alone, and Trixie agreed to it. Valentina may have been nasty in the past, but Trixie felt like she could handle whatever she chose to throw at her in her present state of mind.

There was no need to handle much of anything, though; Valentina proved to be on her best behaviour. She apologized for her indelicate treatment since, now that Trixie had been left quite alone, it seemed as though she might not have posed as much of a threat as Katya’s own willfulness. In her opinion, Katya had delighted in captivating both her and her poor, poor brother (who was already looking through eligible princesses for a more suitable bride, having learned the folly in attempting to harness a wild creature) only to abandon them when it struck her fancy.

“Not all common girls are like that, of course,” she said, while an uninterested Trixie exerted herself enough to maintain polite eye contact as she spoke. “But I do believe the character of the girl needs to be taken into account before one tries to work a miracle. Some people were simply not made to be royalty, regardless of how much help they receive. It’s simply not that easy, and being born beautiful does not a princess make.”

Thankfully, Valentina hadn’t taken the trouble to visit just to share her views on the requirements of royalty, or to flatter Trixie by suggesting she would have made a better candidate for a royal marriage. She had come into possession of Katya’s miniature, as it had been rejected by the fugitive’s would-be groom, and wished to present it to her as a gesture of goodwill.

“After all,” she explained. “You loved her the most.”

Trixie accepted it gratefully, though upon opening its case she found that the artist had not captured her fully. She had nothing to remember Katya by otherwise, so this would have to do.

After some days, she received a visit from Adore. The time had come for her to return to the sea, and she was on a quick farewell tour. She refused to leave without first presenting her dearest friends with tokens of her affection, even if they insisted on becoming hermits.

Trixie had to receive her. There was no knowing if they would ever meet again, and Adore had been a bright enough presence in her life to deserve that much. She bid Trixie not to miss her too much, leaving her with a glittering seashell affixed to a chain. If she could hear the sea when she held the shell to her ear, she would know Adore was well. She may even hear her sing, but Adore wasn’t too well-versed with the full capabilities of Trixie’s new trinket. She asked her to try speaking into it once in a while, in case the sound of her voice could reach her. She asked this of every lady she gave this type of pendant to.

They shared a warm hug, and parted ways. Trixie hung the chain around her neck. She found pressing the charm to her ear soothing, and would listen into it for hours while she remained stuck in her doldrums.

***

Kim soon resumed her original role as the princess’ chief dressmaker. She did not need to travel, she had built strong enough relationships to know where she could have the materials she needed sent for by then, but she was required to get back into the business of outfitting Her Royal Highness. The warm months brought on a need for an entirely new wardrobe, and as kind as Violet had been in giving leave for Kim to attend to Trixie, she could not go without just because one of her ladies was struck down by a lingering fit of heartache.

Being a person who was truly devoted to her work, this suited Kim greatly. However much she loved Trixie, she itched to serve her true purpose in her princess’ entourage. Trixie had neither the right, nor the desire to object. She had always liked watching Kim work, and took to sitting with her to pass the time. Though she was no longer any help, Kim would say that it was a vast improvement from her fast-paced lifestyle as a sad creature who only left her bed to sit on a sofa, and could not be relied on to eat three square meals a day if left to her own devices.

She carried Katya’s picture with her wherever she went. It hurt to look at her, but she felt better if her picture was nearby.

Violet finalized her engagement, and threw a small party in her quarters to celebrate. By then, Trixie was beginning to grow tired of moping, so she dusted herself off and made an appearance. Pearl had resolved to put on a brave face, and to be grateful that she was not obliged to part with Violet if she did not wish to.

Her mood suited Trixie’s, and the two found solace in each other as the evening went on. They both found the future uncomfortable to contemplate, so they spoke only of fond memories they shared, allowing silence to settle between them if they ran out of positive thoughts to share.

In time, Pearl found her way back to Violet’s side. They spoke softly, hands clasped, heads together.

Fame filled the empty space Pearl had left beside her. She had been monitoring Trixie closely in her own way, to make sure she was surviving well enough. Trixie informed her that she was as well as she could be.

“I’m glad to see you among us,” said Fame. “You have been missed.”

Trixie smiled.

“I intend to spend more time among the living,” she replied. “Keeping myself company is getting dull, I don’t make very lively conversation nowadays. I fear I might be mistaken for a palace ghost.”

“I think I heard someone whisper about a jilted lady haunting the halls,” said Fame.

“Must be another lady, I only haunt these rooms.”

Fame had no news of Katya, could only confirm that she had been given up for lost by the administration. It seldom happened that a lady escaped their care like this, but the main concerns when it did occur was conveying their regret to any injured royal parties and ensuring that the situation was framed as the actions of one foolish girl. The Academy as an entity would only concern itself with its own image. Katya mostly took her own belongings, and though Ginger was employed by the Academy, everyone knows that it is a fae’s prerogative to act as a free agent if she sees fit. A horse went missing from the stables, but replacing it was a simple matter. There was no danger of the fugitives being hunted by the Academy in the end.

Trixie nodded, and told Fame that she was glad to hear any information she was able to provide. In truth, she did not feel much better, but she appreciated the gesture.

She asked Fame if it was within a fae’s power to magically put her heart back together, just to ease her curiosity. Fame replied that it was doable, but not advisable.

“Emotions have a strong self-preservation instinct,” she said. “They would surely return, more devastating than when you last parted.”

She was advised to let her feelings run their course. There was nothing else she could do.

***

Trixie grew accustomed to the dull ache inside of her. She remembered what a loyal friend solitude had been throughout her life, and was resolved to be as good to it as it had been to her going forward. She had no hope of finding the kind of companionship she had lost again in her life. She had to get used to that, let her skin turn to steel.

She started helping Kim with her sewing again, jokingly offering her services as a permanent assistant if she was truly desperate. She hadn’t expected Kim to respond that she would be welcome to assume such a role if she pleased, but did not take it seriously enough to give a solid answer.

She picked up her instruments for the first time after weeks and weeks of depression. It was like getting reacquainted with an old friend, and she soon felt some cheer creep back into her life.

Wandering the halls aimlessly also became a favourite pastime. It was decent exercise, and if Trixie walked briskly enough she could forget her troubles for a moment. When she ventured outdoors, she avoided the lake, and found a new favourite place in the East Woods. They tended to be less crowded than the West Woods, for there was no remarkable beauty to be found in them unless one squinted. Sometimes, Pearl would join her and they would walk together, arm in arm.

Lately, their conversation had been focused on how odd it was that they had heard nothing from their mother since about Midwinter. She was not a prolific correspondent, but she had regularly sent small updates on the house, the surrounding village, how proud she was of Pearl, and her own well-being.

Trixie paid little attention to the content of these missives, as she was seldom addressed directly. Being caught up in love, and the loss thereof, had taken up too much of her attention to notice that letters had stopped coming. Thus, Pearl was the only one out of the pair of them who could find it in her heart to worry. She speculated aloud about the reason for this loss of communication, while Trixie listened. There was an appropriateness to discussing their family affairs in the middle of the woods, where a passing squirrel might be entertained by their little domestic drama.

“If Papa died, our cousin may have established himself at home and sent Mama away somewhere,” Pearl said, with a hushed voice and furrowed brows.

Trixie frowned. “Cousin Edward? Was that his name?”

“I believe it was Edwin,” said Pearl. “Or Edgar. In any case, if Mama’s silence means she has been put out of the house, we are effectively homeless.”

“You mean I am effectively homeless,” Trixie insisted. “You have little to worry about. Your place at court is secure, I can’t be so certain of mine.”

Pearl distracted herself for a moment by watching a small bird hop about from branch to branch above them.

“You are not the least bit concerned about Mama, are you?”

Trixie sighed. “I have very few feelings left altogether.”

“I guess you have always been a little heartless,” Pearl muttered.

She blanched, then, eyes wide.

“I don’t mean it in an insulting way,” she added, hastily. “I can imagine how you came to be so. Gosh, I must have sounded awful. What I meant to say is that no matter how tender your heart is, you have never been very open about it—”

Trixie waved her hand.

“Pearl, don’t worry,” she said. “I am heartless in regards to our mother. But the situation is truly concerning.”

“Even if Cousin Edbert has established himself as master of our house, he must be well-bred enough to send us a note about it. Just so that we know,” said Pearl.

Trixie snorted. “I wouldn’t say so, our family breeds terrible men.”

“But it breeds good women,” said Pearl. “If anything has happened, I will make sure you are taken care of. No matter what I have to do, my dear little sister will not be homeless.”

Trixie stopped them for a while so she could face her, and tenderly brush a lock of hair from her face. She let any cutting words about how they were twins, and that she was hardly little, die before they could make it out of her mouth. It was not the time for sass.

***

It did not take long for Trixie and Pearl to receive news from home, and though it was not as dire as they had imagined, all was not well. Their father had taken the time to write to them, confirming that he had not passed, but according to his account their mother had been ill for quite some time. She had not wanted to disturb them, much less Her Royal Highness, but her condition was not improving with time, as they had hoped it would.

The house was falling into disarray, as Papa was struggling with the demands of running a household while maintaining his rakish lifestyle. He wished for at least one of his daughters to return home, and to help tend to their mother. The servants needed direction, and only a woman could concern herself with domestic matters.

Of course, he wrote, your Mama would be glad to see her darling Pearl again if HRH Princess Violet can spare her, but as far as I am concerned you would both be capable of assuming this duty, so it makes no difference to me if Beatrice wishes to return in her stead.

There was no question of Pearl leaving Violet’s side, not when she was still in need of a companion abroad. She had been the one Violet had wanted to begin with, there was no reason Trixie should be left behind when Pearl’s company was more precious to her. Pearl had her own sort of chivalry, though, and the two of them nearly ended up in a screaming match over which of them would be forced to leave.

“Mama has never treated you as she ought to,” cried Pearl, in her valiant attempt to spare Trixie of what she thought was too horrible an ordeal for her to bear. “I do not wish to see you abused.”

“What could a sick woman possibly do to hurt me?” Trixie replied.

She excused herself to take the air before Pearl could be compelled to raise her voice, making sure to look Violet in the eye and proclaiming that Pearl would not be going home, before leaving. She was resolute, could not be convinced of a more logical course than to be the one to care for her mother whether the woman could find it in her to be grateful or not.

It was time for Trixie to mentally prepare herself to leave the Academy, a feat more difficult than she had thought. Her heart no longer had an anchor there, but it was still a place where she had found happiness, brief as it had been. At the very least she would have to say goodbye to as much of it as she could reach, like Adore had when she felt her departure approaching.

Trixie would have less time to do that than her friend had before her. News of their mother had reached the castle with their morning post, and it was scarcely high noon before her wanderings were cut short by Fame’s sudden appearance. Though she normally favoured lavender hues, Fame had come to her dressed head-to-toe in black.

“Her Majesty the Queen requires your presence,” she said, holding out her hand for Trixie to take.

***

Violet greeted her small household with the bearing of a queen, and a slight, but unmistakable redness around her eyes. Her voice never wavered as she informed them that it was time for all of them to go home. The throne was waiting for her.

Trixie lingered long enough after the address to catch sight of their new queen falling into Pearl’s arms before going to pack her things.

The king’s death effectively settled the argument of which sister would return to their mother. As far as anyone had known, the king had been in perfect health before he was carried off by a sudden bout of illness overnight. Violet needed her closest friends as she adjusted to her role sooner than she had expected, and she needed Pearl more than ever. As much personal power as she had gained in her father’s passing, Violet had loved him. As the queen’s woman, Pearl could not leave her.

Farewell messages were dispatched to the ladies that could not be left without a word, and the royal party was soon on their way home. Trixie recalled the journey to the Academy taking several days, yet their return was somehow a matter of hours. Fame had not given them the choice to remain awake this time around, requesting that they all let her induce them to sleep. Perhaps that had something to do with the speed of their progress.

Trixie was given a room at the palace to stay in for a couple of nights. She wrote home to advise that she would be arriving soon. She allowed herself some days to be available to Pearl, who would seek her out for a daily chat. She would update her on Violet’s condition, and how proud she was of the way she held herself up at every meeting she was required to attend, every audience she was obligated to give despite wanting nothing more than to be in Pearl’s arms for the whole day.

Violet summoned Trixie to offer her the choice of returning to court as a musician, when the situation at home had passed. She only requested that she take care not to embark on any more torrid love affairs, for the sake of her own sanity, though she said this with a wink. Trixie responded by telling her that she aspired to be an old maid, so there would be no more love affairs, torrid or otherwise.

“If that is what you want, I hope you will be comfortable enough imposing on our hospitality,” Violet said. “You will have to play for us, though. If you could be so kind as to become a renowned musician known across the land and outside of it, that would be much appreciated. We may regret our kindness otherwise.”

She suffered the most stilted embrace of her life in Violet’s arms, but was able to leave the interaction with some certainty of her sovereign’s favour.

Pearl held her in a much warmer, more lingering embrace upon her departure. As her carriage pulled away, she kept her eyes on the shrinking form of her sister, standing at the palace entrance until she was truly gone. When she lost sight of her, Trixie turned her gaze homeward.

***

Trixie was briefly received by her father upon her return home. It took her some time to recognize him as the man who had once stumbled into the nursery and picked her up for a drunken dance, while Pearl frantically reached to pull her back down, afraid of the strange man with the funny smell. He cleaned up pretty nicely, might even pass for someone worthy of a noble title, but he struggled to muster anything beyond the most basic pleasantries for his own daughter.

Predictably, her mother gamely tried to conceal her disappointment upon seeing her, but she did approve of the decision to leave Pearl with the queen.

“She must be so loved, that the queen couldn’t possibly spare her,” said her mother, hanging on to the faintest spark of joy she could get out of having to suffer Trixie’s care. “We may soon be truly respectable again, despite your father’s best efforts.”

Trixie did not tell her the depth of the queen’s love for her favoured daughter.

***

There were news of a dragon making a public appearance in some faraway land. Trixie heard them from a kitchen maid, who heard it somewhere in the village. One of the greatest mysteries of the world is how such giant creatures were so seldom seen, so whenever anyone so much as imagined catching sight of a dragon, it was a matter of public interest the world over. No details were to be had on what it looked like, where it had manifested, and if anything had gone up in flames as a result of it being there. Trixie imagined that if anything had been burned by dragon fire, it would be widely known. This one must have been on its best behaviour.

It was a testament to the magnificence of the event that Violet’s coronation was still spoken of at all, even with a dragon on the loose. Kim had sent copies of the sketches for Violet’s gown in the mail, so that Trixie could appreciate her friend’s work through them, and she could only just about hear the gasps of onlookers as she rode through the crowds in the capital. Pearl had been noted for her great beauty as she was spotted riding in a carriage with Fame behind the one that conveyed the queen.

She wrote with great amusement of how she had received at least three offers of marriage after that, but did not wish to consider them unless she was in dire need of a husband. She didn’t have any observable examples of a husband leading to greater happiness than what she could find with the love of a queen, and as long as it could maintain her she saw no need to fix herself to one. It delighted her that the clearer her position as the queen’s favourite became, the more people sought her favour, as she did not think there was anything about herself that merited such treatment.

With the imposed mourning period for the late king at an end, and the new queen’s coronation done with, it was time to set a date for the royal wedding.

Pearl had written to Trixie with promises of procuring an invitation for her, and seeing if their mother could be brought along. Perhaps, she mused, an official invitation to such a grand event would be just the thing to raise her from her bed.

Their mother clung to life so stubbornly that whatever was ailing her did not worsen, nor did it improve. Her symptoms were limited to a simple refusal to engage with the wider world in any way, as if all the bitterness in her heart had finally robbed her of her mobility. Whatever was keeping her shackled to her mortal coil was likely doing so in spite of her wishes.

If Trixie had ever formed a close bond with her, it may have been in her power to alleviate her condition. The best she could do was to keep the house running and let her mother retreat into herself, for she knew not where she could find adequate treatment for her. Sometimes she woke up in a sweat, having dreamt of taking her breakfast to her only to find herself lying in that bed instead.

She kept her mother’s windows open to let in the air, like Kim had done for her once. She dutifully sat by her side when she wanted company, and even played a song or two if she was asked. She had her meals sent to her on time, which was a small thing her father was not able to do when he had his hands on the reins. Her mother never praised her, but she never complained either.

Keeping up with news of her friends became the most important thing to her, as a way of keeping herself tethered to the world. She had almost succumbed to her sorrows once, and her fighter’s spirit would not allow that to be her eventual fate.

Valentina had written to Violet with news of her once-spurned brother receiving a peculiar visit on the eve of his wedding. She had been vague in her description of the visitor, but did say that it was a mutual acquaintance, and that dear Lady Beatrice might like to know of this strange happening. Pearl had included the news in the postscript of one of her more recent letters.

Trixie did not dare to hope, but there was only one person she cared about who might have business with Valentina’s brother, and it did bring her joy to hear that she was well. Ever since she received Pearl’s letter, she would catch herself entertaining the thought that Katya might still find her and take her away.  It did her no harm to lift her spirits with the occasional daydream as long as the chickens were fed, and the house was still standing.

Sometimes, she tried to picture herself as a married woman, but only as far as having a household of her own to run, one that would not be so surely taken away from her in due time. She could not picture her husband for the life of her, nor could she fully see Katya in that role. The life she had imagined with Katya had been different than that of a country wife, though she did think she would have liked keeping a comfortable home for her if she had wanted it. Perhaps if they ever got old and weary of travelling, they could have settled down some place where they could have a pretty view to look at from their sitting room window.

She kept Katya’s picture on her bedside table, propped up in its case so she could see it with a quick glance. Sometimes she would sit on her bed and play her lute, and she would imagine Katya there in the place of the picture. She missed the light she brought everywhere she went, she missed her laugh, and her touch, and the way she would look at her like she was a precious gift from the gods.

It was a small mercy that she could now look back on her time with Katya without pain, and it comforted her when she wanted to remember what it was like to be so happy.

***

The invitations to the royal wedding arrived one sunny morning, nestled alongside a letter from Pearl. Trixie let her mother know that she was welcome to attend, but she only shook her head at the notion, insisting that a frumpy old woman like her had no business at the court of a fashionable young queen.

“It’s up to you, and you alone, to quit wasting time,” she told her. “Pearl is so valuable to the queen that she’s been made a duchess, but the gods alone know where you will end up if you keep on refusing to apply yourself. You have all the tools you need. I’m determined to die soon, and your father can’t possibly live forever. That would be too cruel.”

Trixie left her to natter on if she wished, choosing instead to occupy her thoughts with pleasant ways she could spend the day. She decided to take a walk. There was a little copse nearby, where she could read her letter and think of how she might respond to it under the light of the sun. When she returned, she might play a little outside if the weather didn’t turn gloomy. The summer skies could be unpredictable.

She ended up on an aimless ramble, leaving the letter at home, letting her thoughts wander freely.

For a brief moment, the skies went dark, and Trixie heard a strange whoosh overhead, too alien to be the sound of thunder. Though startling, this was not followed by the coming of rain or the end of times, and clear sky was all that could be seen after the period of darkness.

Even so, she was compelled to hurry home in case there were more potential heart attacks in store for her. In doing that, she inadvertently ran headlong into the greatest of them all.

A dragon was stood on the grass near the front of her house. It was gray in colour, with small black spots and black hair growing in a mane along its neck. There was something rather horse-like about it, but it resembled the creatures she’d seen in books enough that it had to be some species of dragon. It had spared her flowers, and paid no mind to the servants crowded around the window to gaze at it in awe, as it was engrossed in covering an increasingly irate Ginger in smoke from its nostrils for what could only be its own amusement.

Katya was perched on its back, as high as she could to see as much as possible, and to be easily spotted by Trixie as she crept up the path home. She quickly dismounted when she saw her, cautiously approaching her where she stood.

Trixie stood stock still, waiting for the sight before her to vanish. She kept her eyes fixed on Katya, who only looked more solid and real the closer she got. She would have to catch up to the fact of her wildest dreams having come true when she came to be within touching distance.

Soon, Trixie would find out what Katya had been up to in the time leading up to that moment, accept her apologies for the way she had left her, and agree that they should never be parted again, at least not without sufficient notice. They would map out the life they would share together over tea, after she had introduced her guests to the household staff and worked out the best way to care for their needs, particularly those of the largest, most exotic of the group.

At that moment, though, all Trixie could do was gather her Katya into her arms.

[rugbyworldcup2019-blog]

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The Rugby World Cup 2019 dates are from 20th September to 2nd November which will be held in Japan and it is the ninth world cup for Rugby matches. For the first time, the different logo (it is based on World Rugby Logo) was used and it is going to be held in Asia. It is also the first time outside of rugby union (traditional heartland) the event will take places.

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The National Olympic Stadium which is the centerpiece of Japan was initially planned to host and listed under the Rugby World Cup 2019 live stream free online sheet. But due to the World Cup venue changes, they were being rebuilt for the Summer Olympics 2020.

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Pool A: Samoa, Russia, Japan, Scotland, Ireland.

Pool B: Canada, Namibia, Italy, South Africa, New Zealand.

Pool C: Tonga, USA, Argentina, France, England.

Pool D: Uruguay, Fiji, Georgia, Wales, Australia.

Please find below the list of Rugby World Cup 2019 fixtures that are going happen between two teams.

Sep 20th, Fri – Japan vs Russia (Pool A Teams)

Sep 21st, Sat – South Africa vs New Zealand (Pool B Teams)

Sep 21st, Sat – Argentina vs France (Pool C Teams)

Sep 21st, Sat – Fiji vs Australia (Pool D Teams)

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Otia Prefecture: Oita Stadium with 40,000 seating capacity.

Kumamoto Prefecture: Kumamoto Stadium with 30,000 seating capacity.

Hakata-ku Fukuoka: Fukuoka HakataNomori with 20,049 seating capacity.

Kobe: Kobe Misaki Stadium with 30,132 seating capacity.

Osaka Prefecture: Hanazono Rugby Stadium with 24,100 seating capacity.

Toyota, Aichi Prefecture: City of Toyota Stadium with 45,000 seating capacity.

Shizuoka: Shizuoka Stadium Ecopa with 50,889 seating capacity.

Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture: International Stadium Yokohama with 72,327 seating capacity.

Tokyo: Tokyo Stadium with 49,970 seating capacity.

Kumagaya, Saitama Prefecture: Kumagaya Rugby Stadium with 24,000 seating capacity.

Unosumai Kamaishi, Iwate: Kamaishi Recovery Memorial Stadium with 16,020 seating capacity.

Sapporo, Hokkaido Prefecture: Sapporo Stadium with 41,410 seating capacity.

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The rugby world cup 2019 England team will be bidding to win their World Cup championship for the second time after 2003. In 2019 Rugby World Cup, England will play against the most aggressive team in the USA in Kobe Stadium. The head coach Eddie Jones had assembled the tournament squad for their England team with the help of their assistants Japan vs Russia live stream free.

Since the selection became as a delicate balancing act, the global showpiece has chosen only 31 players to the tournament squad. The vital part is versatility, durability, and Depth which will be required for the players to cover their designated positions. The head coach informed that the selection was very hard and tough to choose the best players for each position.

[takingcourage]

Three Questions

Pairing - Liam x MC

Word Count - 2,500

Summary: Two years into their marriage, Eliza welcomes her husband home with dinner...and a challenge. 

Eliza whisked the wooden spoon in agitation, consulting the recipe on her phone for what must have been the twentieth time since she’d started in with this procedure.

Cook on medium-high heat for 6-8 minutes, or until tomatoes have burst.

Now entering the seventh minute of cooking, her tomatoes were still very much intact. Doubting her technique, Eliza ceased the aggressive stirring and stepped away from the saucepan. She was no expert cook, but she’d had enough experience to know that sometimes the magic could only happen while your back was turned.

Surveying the rest of the kitchen was a decidedly poor decision. The marble countertops were strewn with various knives and measuring cups, and the veritable boatload of cooked pasta taunted her from under a lid obscured with condensation. She always managed to forget just how quickly pasta grew. Since they were eating after their accustomed dinner time, she’d followed the full recipe to make 6-8 servings, expecting Liam to be hungry. Looking at the amount of food she’d prepared, however, there was no doubt in her mind that splitting it between the two of them would be an impossible feat.

It was a very good thing that her husband enjoyed leftovers. He didn’t always have a chance to come back to their quarters and eat them, but the two of them tried to coordinate lunches whenever possible, and more than one of their dinners had been put to good use as a lunch the following day. She couldn’t help smirking at the thought, wondering how many Cordonians would guess that their king deigned to eat meals reheated from Tupperware.

Eliza began rinsing the dishes that had piled by the sink, counting seconds aloud as she determined to stir the pan three times a minute. By the time the tomatoes had surrendered and lost their battle against the heat, all dirty dishes had found a place in the dishwasher -- a significant improvement on the state of the kitchen mere minutes before.

Snagging the pot of al dente spaghetti from the counter, she eyed her saucepan dubiously. She was on the balls of her feet, reaching for the larger pan when she was met with the welcome sound of a latch turning.

“Liam!” she gasped as she settled back to the floor, smile widening as their eyes met. A flush of heat coursed through her as she watched him set aside his briefcase and remove his coat. Her husband was a devilishly handsome man. Two weeks away had not diminished the attraction, but had only served to strengthen it -- so much so that she toyed with the idea of abandoning her dinner plans entirely.

“My queen,” came the low murmur as she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into eyes alight with a passion that only she ever saw.

“I’ve missed you,” she informed him after pulling back from a kiss that was fervent, if brief.

“And I’ve missed you. Every hour.” His hand cupped the side of her face, thumb stroking her high cheekbone. “I’ve had my schedule cleared for the greater part of tomorrow so I can begin making it up to you.”

“Are you forgetting the rest of tonight?” she inquired suggestively, one eyebrow raised.

“I could never forget an evening in your presence, my love. Especially not when we have two weeks’ of lonely nights to make up for.” His hand had dropped from her face to find a place beneath the hem of her shirt. The touch of his fingers on her bare skin elicited a sharp intake of breath, but she was resolved to complete the task at hand.  

Forcing herself to ignore the suggestive glint in his eyes, Eliza redirected him. “Let’s start with dinner, shall we?”

He withdrew his hand with resignation, patting the now-covered skin in what she hoped would be only a short-lived farewell. “You were reaching for a pan when I came in. This one?” he checked, lifting the large saucepan with ease.

“That’s perfect, thank you,” she received it gratefully and turned her attention back to the stove. “We should be ready to eat shortly unless you’d rather shower first?” His presence at her back was making it increasingly difficult to add components to the pan without spilling.

“I’d rather shower with you.” The words were a low hum at her neck and she swallowed, finding her mouth suddenly dry.

“After dinner,” she promised, dumping freshly-chopped basil into the mix with purpose. They’d played this game before, and she knew that losing her focus would mean eating a cold supper. Tonight, she was determined to go about things in the correct order.

“Then I’ll be back as soon as I’ve moved my bags and washed my hands. I’m quite hungry.” She shivered in anticipation at the innuendo, pursing her lips with pleasure as he vacated the kitchen to retrieve his luggage from its place by the front door.

Without the distraction of his presence, finishing their meal became a much simpler task,  and it wasn’t long before Eliza had laid everything out on the table. She had just begun pouring from a bottle of Old Vine Zinfandel when Liam reappeared, whistling appreciatively at the sight before him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of such a meal?” He accepted the glass of wine his wife extended, taking a casual sip as he surveyed her.

“I’m welcoming my husband home after he’s been away,” she responded coyly, settling into her chair. “Although I do have something of a challenge for you later, if you’re feeling adventurous.”

From across the table, Liam’s face spread into a roguish grin and he raked a hand through thick, blond hair. The latter action was meant to tease her, she knew. She had a weakness for his golden locks and he knew it all too well.

“I always feel adventurous when I’m with you. What kind of challenge are you proposing?” While she considered her answer, he scooped generous servings of pasta for them both.  

“A test of your memory,” she countered elusively. “But first I’d like to hear about your trip. How is Francesco?” Eliza smiled as she remembered the pictures Liam had sent her from the football match he’d attended with the Italian statesman a week before.

“Busy. He came to our meetings with a bevy of new proposed trade agreements. It took the better part of two days to sort through them all, but I think we finally came to a decision that was mutually beneficial.” He paused to take a bite of spaghetti before continuing. “He told me it was a pity that I hadn’t brought my ‘American wife’ along with me for this trip.”

Eliza nearly snorted into her salad. “Did you remind him that I am your Cordonian wife now?”

“Only the first four times. After that, it became clear that any such attempts would have been misguided.”

Conversation passed in much the same manner as they ate, as hungry for one another’s presence as they were for the meal before them. When they had finished, they quickly cleared the table before relocating to their accustomed sofa in the living room.

Liam’s arms looped around her torso, providing the familiar sense of security and contentment that she had craved during his time away. From her place in his lap, Eliza toyed with a strand of hair at his temple, suddenly uncertain about how to proceed. When she shifted her focus to his inquisitive face, she could tell that he was waiting for her to speak.

“Are you ready for your first question, my king?” She trailed a finger along his jawline to obscure the fact that her hands had grown suddenly restless.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He snatched the finger and lightly kissed the tip.

“Don’t worry. There are only three questions and the first one is quite simple. I’ll even throw in a kiss for every right answer,” she promised. “Question one: What did I serve you for dinner tonight?”

He answered with a humorous glint in his eye. “Tomato pasta.”

She kissed him perfunctorily, tasting the lingering trace of wine on his lips. “And my second question: what do you think that meal tells you about me?”

Liam threw his head back in laughter as he came to understand her line of reasoning. “I suppose I deserve a bit of payback after all of those lessons in diplomacy…” His head shook playfully as he regarded the way she smirked at him. “To get back to your question, are you trying to remind me of my childhood?”

She tapped her chin as if deep in thought. “Not a bad answer, but I had a better one in mind.” Teasing him, she wove her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp with her long nails until his eyes closed in contentment.

Although distracted by her ministrations, he was soon ready with a second attempt. “I think it also tells me that you’ve been remembering our first date.” He smiled with certainty and was rewarded with a kiss.

She pulled back several moments later and with some effort. “You’re doing fairly well so far. Only one more question, and you’ll pass with flying colors.” His eyebrows lifted at her enthusiasm. “On our first date, we took turns asking one another questions. You reminded what I’d told you in New York about my dream of living every day to the fullest and I asked you to tell me your dream in return.” Her tone softened, turning more serious as she arrived at the last question. “Do you remember what it was that you told me you wanted? More than anything?”

She heard the breath catch in his throat before he could formulate any words. “I told you that I wanted to have a family.” He swallowed hard before venturing further. “Eliza, are you…?” It came as no surprise to her that he’d guessed correctly. His training had served to make him an uncommonly perceptive man.

“We’re going to have a baby, Liam. A family.” She searched his face, desperate to know his response to the words she had whispered. His radiant smile filled her with happiness, even before his lips covered hers in an ardent kiss.

“Eliza, you’ve given me family already just by being my wife. Having a child with you is more joy than I could ever deserve.”  

“I’ve only known for a few days, but I’ve hardly been able to stand it. We’ve wanted this for so long.“ In something akin to relief, she sank against him, resting her face on the broad span of his chest. He kissed her forehead tenderly and stroked her hair with practiced ease. She knew they were both thinking of the families they’d lost...and the family they’d dreamt of forming together.

“Have you told anyone else?” the question came with genuine curiosity.

Eliza shook her head against him in silent response. “You’re the only one. I thought I would begin scheduling appointments this week, but I wanted you to know before I made any arrangements. I hope to keep it out of the general knowledge for a little while longer. Perhaps that’s selfish of me.” She jolted back at the startling thought that Liam might expect an official announcement to be made as soon as possible.  

His amused smile and even tone put her mind at ease. “As happy as our people will be to learn that there will be an heir to the throne, surely we cannot be faulted for wanting to keep this to ourselves for a few days or weeks. I doubt that we will be able to keep it entirely secret for long.”

“I think we should have a little while before it becomes obvious. According to my calculations, I’m only five or six weeks along, and I shouldn’t start showing until at least the third month.” Eliza revelled in the thought of keeping the news quiet for even just a few weeks more.  

“How are you feeling? Have you had morning sickness?”

“It’s not been bad so far, but I’m only a few weeks along. It may well worsen with time; there’s no way of knowing for certain.”

“This explains why you drank no wine tonight,” he mused, absently stroking the small of her back.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

“I would be remiss to ignore anything about the woman I love. You forget that I have spent much of my adult life reading the actions of diplomats and foreign leaders. I would be a poor student if, after all of that training, I could not read my own wife.”

“I’m afraid it would have been obvious in the morning even if I hadn’t told you tonight. As I said, the sickness has been fairly minor, but I have been indisposed for the past few days. If you notice empty wine glasses during dinner, I’m certain vomiting won’t pass your attention.”

A hint of concern lighted on his face. “Perhaps the doctors will be able to give you something to prevent the nausea?”

Eliza smiled at the suggestion. “Liam, I doubt that there is much they can do. There are supplements and foods that may help, but this is all a part of growing a child. Even with the sickness, I’ll gladly go through whatever it takes to bring him safely into the world.”

He was silent for many moments as he mulled over her words. “I’ll do everything I can to help.”

She knew that his promise had not been uttered lightly and a wave of love overwhelmed her senses. Her response passed her lips automatically, “I’ve never doubted it.” Eliza was still at a loss to understand what she had done to deserve this man. Yes, being queen had taken its toll, but he had made the trials worthwhile time and time again. She met and held his gaze for the space of several breaths, communicating an intimacy that could never be spoken in words.

Her mind took a sudden turn as she remembered his offer and a smile crept across her lips. “You know, you could start by helping me to the shower. I do seem to remember you promising something to that effect earlier,” she reminded him, eyebrow cocked suggestively.

“How could I decline such a proposition?” Her words had ignited the spark in his eyes, and they roamed over her with the hunger of two weeks’ absence.

“I can’t think of any reason you should.”  Eagerly, she used her legs to pull herself closer as she tugged his shirt tails free and began unfastening the buttons. “Besides, we only have eight more months to enjoy having nights to ourselves.” Having freed him of the garment, she stroked the length of his chest with impatient fingers.

“Then I’d be a fool not to make the most of this opportunity.” His lips claimed hers as the rest of the world faded into oblivion.

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The Americans are taking advantage of the reopening of the state by getting off with renewed vigor and traveling again. So much travel means pet sitters are in high demand and can be difficult to find – and expensive. So why not think about using that money and going on a vacation bringing your pets with you?

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Stanford Inn by the Sea: Mendocino, California

Take a trip to cool, breathtaking Mendocino, California. You can bring three pets of any size, including dogs and cats, at Stanford Inn by the Sea. Your pets are welcome in all rooms except The Garret Suite, the pool house and the massage area, but you cannot leave them unattended. While this is the most expensive hotel on this list, at around $ 490 a night, the experience is worth every penny. There is an additional fee of $ 45 per stay for one pet and $ 22.50 per stay for each additional pet. The inn offers pet treats, pet towels, bowls, and sheets for furniture. Take your puppies for a walk on the property’s 10 acres of green space.

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Westin Gaslamp Quarter: San Diego

In keeping with the California theme, take a beach trip to sunny San Diego and bring your dogs (unfortunately not cats) to the Westin Gaslamp Quarter. The hotel allows two dogs up to 40 pounds at no additional charge. Rooms cost around $ 200 and up, though you may be able to bring that price down with an AAA membership or other discount coupons. If you have a larger dog you may be able to get a permit by contacting the hotel directly. Don’t leave your dogs unattended – and luckily, you can walk them anywhere on the property.

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Disney’s Fort Wilderness Resort and Campground: Orlando, Florida

If you’re in the Disney mood and don’t want to leave your dogs behind, head to Disney’s Fort Wilderness Resort & Campground at Disney World in Orlando, Florida. You can bring two dogs of any size for an additional $ 5 per night in campsites and $ 50 per night in cabins. Standard campsites start at $ 145 per night (with full RV hookups). Your dogs will receive the Pluto welcome kit upon check-in, which includes a mat, bowls, pet tag, poop bags, puppy pads and a walking map for dogs. In addition, proof of vaccination is required. Dogs are allowed on the free Magical Express airport shuttle and the Minnie Van, but only on one transport company. However, you need to leave your cats at home.

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Pineapple Cabana: Destin, Florida

Enjoy a Gulf of Mexico beach vacation in the lesser-traveled city of Destin, Florida with your pets. While you can’t bring your pets for jet skiing or dolphin watching, there is plenty of room to spread out with them in this 5 bedroom vacation rental. Your pet will be charged a fee of USD 140 per stay, but you may be able to add additional pets upon request. A stay here costs about $ 307 a night on average, depending on the time of year, but with five rooms you can share that cost with friends or family.

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Holiday Inn Resort: Jekyll Island, Georgia

There are tons of outdoor activities with your pets in historic Jekyll Island, Georgia. And at Holiday Inn Resort, Jekyll Island, pets of all sizes (dogs and cats) are allowed for an additional fee of $ 25 plus tax per pet per night. Your pets can only be left unattended if they are accommodated in the room. Otherwise there is a lot of lawn to walk on on the property.

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The Forge Restaurant: Carmel, California

The wonderful seaside town of Carmel, California, a place brimming with beaches and natural parks, also offers dining with your pups. Head to The Forge, a bistro-style restaurant where your dogs can join you on The Pound Patio. You can even order specialties from a canine cuisine menu. Or order the Hot Diggity Dog or the Quarter Hounder.

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Lazy Dog Restaurant and Bar: Las Vegas

When visiting Las Vegas resorts and casinos, be sure to bring your dog to the Lazy Dog Restaurant & Bar, which serves American cuisine. Your dog can join in at one of the pet-friendly tables outside. It offers a dog-friendly menu with items like hamburger patties or grilled chicken and brown rice.

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The Barking Dog Restaurant: New York City

New York City is the perfect place to bring your dog as there are plenty of outdoor opportunities and walking ability. Your dog won’t want to miss a meal at The Barking Dog, as well as being dog friendly, it also serves dishes like crab cakes, fried chicken with buttermilk, old-fashioned Yankee pot roast, and cajun po’boys.

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Puppy Picasso Experience: New York City

If you’ve got a high performing, creative pup, check out Puppy Picasso, a pet-friendly Airbnb New York experience. A local artist will teach your pup how to paint, using non-toxic paint of course, a subject ranging from rainbows to flowers to animals. Prices start at $ 35.

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The original dog beach: San Diego

Sometimes a dog just wants to run on the beach, and what beach is better than The Original Dog Beach on the north end of Ocean Beach in San Diego. Dogs are allowed to walk without a leash at any time of day (but please pick them up after your pet). And after that, you can take your dirty dog ​​to the Dog Beach Dog Wash at 4933 Voltaire Street, just two blocks away.

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Clear Jupiter Kayak Tours: Jupiter, Florida

For the more adventurous dogs, book a Clear Kayak Tours Through Jupiter in Jupiter, Florida. This is a pet friendly Airbnb experience with a kayak lesson in a clear bottom boat. Dogs are welcome, but you must bring a towel to lie on. The experience lasts 2 1/2 hours and can accommodate up to 10 guests of all ages. Guests (and dogs) need to be comfortable on the water and around marine life. Prices start at $ 65 per person.

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Nawlin’s Sh’nanigan’s Scavenger Hunt

Another pet-friendly experience from Airbnb Experience is the NAWLINS SH’NANIGANS Scavenger Hunt. Take your pup on a scavenger hunt in Louisiana’s most famous city. Your event begins with a briefing and a warm-up. Then you are alone to solve clues as you explore New Orleans top attractions. The experience lasts two hours and can accommodate up to 30 guests of all ages. Prices start at $ 22 per person.

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A Year in Contemporary Albion: Awreli

The arrival of Awreli can bring all kinds of changeable weather, from freezing ice and snow to surprisingly pleasant but all too brief bursts of sunshine. Uchel gaean is drawing to a close. Everyone hopes for sun on Sadwrn 6th, which is a big day in Cymran and for aficionados of horse racing. Of which there are quite a few. Albion can’t make an exclusive claim to having invented the idea of racing horses but they have a pretty good one to having given shape and form to the modern sport during the 43th cantury.

The 6th of Awreli is Sant Daffyd’s Day on which the Cymranars celebrate their distinct identity within Albion. There is a lot of singing and reciting of ancient poetic sagas in the country’s distinctive, lilting dialect; along with the wearing of leeks and daffodils. It’s also another chance for folk to get out their fancy formalwear. Pretty much everyone joins in, whether or not they are Cymranic, as it’s a good excuse to stuff their faces, drink cwrmi and get hammered and/or laid. You’re probably sensing the theme here.

Whether or not you’re invited to a Cymranic party, many go and have a flutter on the gee-gees and settle down in front of the TV at their local pub to watch the Grand National. And it would definitely be a pub they would go to for this. I won’t bore you with the intricacies of Alban licencing laws but the general picture is this:

Pubs were historically the house of a brewer. They’ll put out bowls of salted nuts and crisps and things but they’re not licenced to sell food. In the past, they weren’t even allowed to sell wine because they could only sell their own produce. That’s no longer true but the food constraint remains in place. Therefore, they tend to be the places where there are TVs showing major events that people congregate for. They also have live music or comedy. Although the specific terms of the licence granted to individual premises may often constrain their hours of business in particular places (e.g. residential areas), they are generally allowed to open whenever they like for as long as they like, much like any other privately owned business. You cannot go into a pub if you are under the legal drinking age (which is 16), even if accompanied by an adult. Usually, they have both an on and off-licence and can sell booze for take-away, so they’re also where you go for this as well as things like late night cigarettes.

Tafarns were places that sold imported wine and bulk-purchased cwrmi or other produce to be served with food. And that was the key distinction really. One was a manufacturer of alcohol and a shop while the other was a trade consumer and public retailer of it in addition to food. Tafarns came first, before brewers started to open their own premises to the public.

The differences are somewhat blurred these days, but tafarns are still not permitted to sell alcohol without food and they only ever have an on-licence. So you get everything from fancy side dishes and up to a full meal. Although, to be fair, any decent establishment will provide free nibbles. You can go in one at any age. Although their hours are technically the same as pubs, they tend to close earlier (somewhere between Ɛpm and midnight is typical). The alcohol in a tafarn is cheaper than in a pub unless you’re at some really pretentious joint. This is because it is subject to fewer taxes and they get a portion of their income from food sales. Anyway, all of that means that, even though a tafarn may have a small lounge area with a TV and they might have music, it’s never a focal point of the venue. Thus, an evening out on the town in Albion tends to start at a tafarn before progressing onto a pub and/or club.

Confused yet? You should be. And I haven’t even got on to the subject of ostans yet, which is what they call an inn in Brytanic.

Thus, on a day such as Sant Daffyd’s, a lot of people will go out for lunch at a tafarn (having placed their bets online these days) before heading onto a pub for the afternoon to watch horse racing or troedbel or tribwar (which is what they call rugby, although they have no league/union distinction). Eating and drinking out is very popular in Albion. Compared to the UK in your world, it is also much cheaper. The government does take advantage of the revenue stream but to a lesser extent. In recent years especially, sales taxes and small business rates have been slashed across the board in a bid to re-energise the flagging economy. Furthermore, although they have also had a public smoking ban in place throughout Europe for a long time, weed has recently been partially legalised in the United Cynban. A number of pubs and tafarns have re-licenced under the terms applicable to their businesses so that they can sell marijuana for on-site consumption, which does not fall under the smoking ban.

Obviously, no one respectable goes out and gets stoned on Sabath 12th of Awreli, the weekend after Sant Daffyd’s Day. That is Mamariad Sabath — or “Mothering Sunday” — and it is another “family day”. It’s an intriguing historical phenomenon. Contrary to popular perception, medieval peasants (gwaladaras in Brytanic) were not typically people who spent their entire lives in one village. Although their ability to travel was limited by the technological options available at the time, they moved widely across the country for work and children often relocated in order to find land. Mamariad Sabath was traditionally the day on which, in the lead up to Pasha and Setamar Sancta, one returned to one’s “mother church”; i.e. where you had been baptised. The association with one’s biological mother is very much a modern reinvention that occurred incrementally over the course of the 44th cantury, partly by design and partly due to misunderstanding.

Doubtless, there are plenty who utterly fail to pay any attention to their mother on Mamariad Sabath, especially if they are troedbel fans and their team is doing reasonably well. Both the men’s and women’s leagues enjoy popular support and are starting to enter the business end of the season. The weekend of the 11th and 12th of Awreli is when the league cup quarter finals take place. The ATL Cup may be the lesser of the two annual knock-out competitions but it reaches the serious phase first. It was preceded by the first leg of the last-16 stage fixtures in the European Cup and the Euros on Mercwrdyth Ʌth.

Fans of tribwar are also out a lot around this time. The Celtic Nations Cup started on the Mercwrdyth, too. Every Mercwrdyth evening and Sadwrn afternoon for the next 7 weeks, there will be 6 concurrent and fiercely competitive international matches over the course of which the frankly terrifying men and women who make up the tribwar teams representing Brytan, Eirean, Cymran, Godan, Gawl, Sbaen, and Portiwgal will fight for the honour of being named champions, playing each other home and away in the process. Despite being arguably the most important winter sport throughout the western regions of Albion, club-level tribwar doesn’t have quite the same mass appeal as troedbel. Nevertheless, plenty who are not everyday fans of the sport will follow (and bet on) the Celtic Nations Cup.

On Gwenesdyth 17th Awreli, Epiffani term comes to an end, to the delight of children everywhere. It leads immediately into the Setamar Sancta of Pasha. This starts with Palm Sabath on the 19th and leads into Mandar Dythiau on the 21th, Gwenesdyth Dar on the 22th, and Sancta Sadwrn. But let’s be honest here: Pasha really isn’t a Christian-religious festival anymore. Indeed, if anything it has reverted to something closer to its pagan roots. Much as Noel is often also referred to as Gheollan, so the period around Pasha is called Eostrllan.

The vernal equinox occurs on Mawrdyth 1Ɛth of Awreli. Since the decdys, this event has witnessed hippies and neo-pagans congregate en-masse at sites such as the Amedin Nemeton, the cynmaen at Ynys Mons, and Arlaisanboin in Eirean. There they pretend to recreate the worship of the ancient Alban divinity known as Eostr, bringer of the light, goddess of dawn and spring. Obviously, their beliefs and practices are way off the mark, being a hodgepodge of misreadings and globalised cultural misappropriation. If anything, the stuff most regular folk do is closer to the mark.

Gwenesdyth Dar is the first of two Bank Holidays either side of the long Pasha weekend holiday, the other being Pasha Lundyth. It is widely recognised as the start of Gwanywn (“spring”). There is usually a kind of “false summer” at this time of year before the Spring Showers start for real, which means that the weather is surprisingly nice. While the temperature typically maxes out at a fresh and breezy 15° cantigrad, the sky will usually be quite clear and sunny. It is certainly a welcome relief after winter. Consequently, the transport network becomes rammed as the first sizable influx of tourists arrive and the local inhabitants all head off on a short break or visit family. To the bemusement of foreign visitors from warmer climes, the lads and lades of Albion, who require no second invitation, immediately bare their flesh as though it were uchel hav (“high summer”).

Eostr’s symbols were the hare, the cockerel, small songbirds, flowers, and the lamb. Much as is the case in your world, it’s become a festival of chocolate in modern times. Chocolate eggs, chocolate birds, chocolate bunnies galore. Many people will also still do the more traditional thing of painting eggs, especially if they have children. If so, these are part of the table decorations for the Sabath feast, that should also include a profusion of green, yellow, and white spring flora. The centrepiece of the meal is always roast lamb generously seasoned with garlic, rosemary, oil, and lots of salt. If you’re doing it properly, weather permitting, this will be an entire spit-roast animal cooked over an outdoor grattan, which is a kind of charcoal firepit-cum-barbeque-cum-woodfired oven and smokehouse that is a very popular method of cooking, especially in summer.

If you can’t be bothered to spit-roast your own whole lamb, or have too few people to warrant doing this yourself, there will certainly be one on at your local tafarn (or, more likely if you live in the countryside, your local ostan). Such events are massively popular. You typically have to pay around £10 per person, not including drinks. That’s fairly steep for a single course meal by Alban standards but it’s an eat as much as you like affair. The servers will just bring round regular plate fulls of tender, aromatic, grass-fed lamb coated in crunchy, salty skin along with bowls of lys and place them on the refectory-style tables you share with all the other diners. My advice would be to find a table without too many greedy fat people or unwitting foreigners on it as there’s quite a lot of unwritten etiquette involved.

All that being said, with Pasha being the first long school holiday since Noel, many people in these days of affordable international jet travel, leave the country. This is partly due to the fact that it is a near certainty that, at some point during these four weeks, the Spring Showers will kick off. These brisk, squally storms are hardly conducive to outdoor relaxation.

Airports are consequently rammed. The Alban uwchmwri, which are a fully constituent part of the nation state, are spread across the globe. These days many people in the Cartrefi have family in far-flung places or parents who have retired to a Caribbean island or Pacific atoll. Naturally, short-haul European destinations remain very popular, but trips to the uwchmwri count as domestic flights. They are not subject to the same taxes and many routes are state subsidised. A beach vacation in the tropics, or even an Arctic eco-tourism adventure holiday husky-sledding in Gwyntyr, are within the means of all except the very poor. And thanks to recent technological advances, getting there is becoming both faster and more environmentally friendly than it used to be.

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1. Hyatt Place Portland Airport / Cascade Station

Let us pick you up from or take you to, PDX with our free shuttle service. Portland Place Airport / Cascade Station is the quintessential stop for sports and universities, festivals and food trucks.

2. Residence Inn Portland Downtown Riverplace

Feel at home at Residence Inn Portland Downtown/RiverPlace. Take a break in our pet-friendly rooms with a fully equipped kitchen, a luxurious Marriott bedding, and a separate living and sleeping area.

Before heading out to explore, fuel up with our free hot breakfast served daily. From coffee enthusiasts to nature lovers, Portland is home to an eclectic mix of attractions and activities for travelers of any kind.

3. Radisson Hotel Portland Airport

The President's award-winning location provides a peaceful setting adjacent to a golf course and overlooks a picturesque lake with many birds and wildlife. Even though the property is off the main thoroughfare it is a mere 5-minute complimentary shuttle ride to the Portland International Airport (PDX).

This 4-story hotel has 190 guestrooms and suites with a variety of beds, including Bed, and standard mattresses and high pillows.

4. Residence Inn Portland Downtown/Pearl District

Book a pace that's right for you at the Residence Inn by Marriott Portland Downtown / Pearl District. Our brand new extended hotel in Portland, Oregon has spacious and modern studios, one and two-bedroom rooms with separate living and sleeping areas.

Enjoy home-cooked meals in your suite - you have a fully equipped kitchen at your disposal, and we provide complimentary grocery delivery service to fill your refrigerator - or take advantage of our hotel's free hot breakfast every morning.

5. Holiday Inn Express & Suites Portland-Nw Downtown

Stay in one of Portland's best downtown, OR Hotels. Holiday Inn Express Portland NW Downtown is located in the historic Nob Hill and Northwest industrial area. In addition to being a great location, we offer great amenities to make sure you have everything you need to feel at home.

Company guests find that ESCO Corporation, Conway, Good Samaritan, and Emanuel Hospitals and the Oregon Convention Center are only a short distance from our hotel.

6. Inn at Northrup Station

The Inn at Northrup Station --- The only classic all-room hotel of Northwest Portland! Located along Portland's famous tram line, Inn at Northrup Station has 70 fully equipped rooms, each with marble and granite kitchen, king or queen size bed, seating area. and desk.

The hotel features a stunning lobby with an arresting display of local artwork. A floor on the terrace provides a unique setting for outdoor events during warm weather months. Off-street parking is available on a first-come, first-served basis.

7. Best Western Inn At The Meadows

Best Western Inn at Meadows, located in North Portland, has 146 modern and spacious rooms. Only a short distance from the Expo Center, Rose Quarter, Convention Center, and Moda Center, our 24-hour shuttle service makes your commute more convenient.

We are also just a short drive from Portland International Airport and Portland International Speedway.

8. Red Lion Hotel Portland Airport

Located just half a mile from Portland International Airport and just a short trip from Downtown Portland, our hotel prides itself on being one of the most convenient locations among Portland Airport hotels.

9. Shilo Inns Portland Airport

Catering to Portland's travelers and travelers to the Northwest region, the 200-room full-service conference hotel has over 10,400 square feet of flexible conference space. Children aged 17 and under stay free with adults in Shilo Inns. Dog welcomes for a nominal fee.

10. Aladdin Inn and Suites

Located in south-central Portland, easily accessible from I-5 and 99W. Aladdin Inn is a convenient 10-minute drive from downtown Portland, OHSU and Portland State University. Nearby attractions include the Oregon Zoo, OMSI, Japanese Garden, and Hoyt Arboretum which are 5 miles away.

Other nearby attractions include Portland Convention Center, Rose Garden Arena, and Memorial Arena. All guest rooms feature free Wi-Fi, mini-fridge, microwave, and coffee maker.

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03/29/2018 DAB Transcript

Deuteronomy 13:1-15:23, Luke 8:40-9:6, Psalms 71:1-24, Proverbs 12:5-7

Today is the 29th day of March. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian. It is a great to be here with you as we enter into this weekend of…I mean…if we really embrace this it’s gonna be all over the map emotionally from the depths of despair to the bright shining light of hope as we move through the passion story of Jesus. So, today, if you follow the Christian calendar is Maundy Thursday, which is simply a day of commemorating the fact that this would've been Jesus last supper, the last moments with His disciples where He would get down on His hands and knees and wash their feet and tell them, this is the model, this is the shape of life, to serve one another. I will talk about this a little bit more, maybe, as we get to the end of today, but let's dive into the Scriptures, since we’re at the beginning of our time together today. We’ve been reading from the Common English Bible this week. Deuteronomy chapter 11 and 12 today.

Commentary:

Okay. Moses is reciting the statutes of the law and giving his counsel and exhortation and warning. And he’s talking about the blessings of this covenant with God, but the curses that will come from stepping outside of it. And he tells them that when they get into the land there’s a place that they should commemorate these blessings and cursing's. And it's interesting, in both Old and New Testaments today we visit places that…man…just like a month ago we were actually at. So, Moses talks about Mount Gerizim as the mount of blessing and Mount Ebal as the mount of cursing. And those two mountains, large hills, they’re situated just above the ancient town of Shechem, which is the modern town called Nablus. So you go on to the top of the mount of blessing, Mount Gerizim. And, so, even as I'm reading this…I’m like we were just standing on the top of that Mount.

And then in the book of Luke, Jesus sales to the other side of the Sea of Galilee and has this confrontation with a legion of demons who were cast into swine. And that place exists as well. It’s called Cursey and we were just there. So, you know, you go back on the Daily Audio Bible Facebook page and kind of scroll back and see those places. And we've also filmed them extensively and they’re contained in the Promise Land films that we have in the Daily Audio Bible shop as a resource. And just fascinating to know that these stories that we’re reading, they weren’t just made up out of whole cloth. They are actually rooted in a geography. And even from very, very ancient times they still exist until today, which is one of the reasons that we continue to make the effort to provide pilgrimage opportunities into the land of the Bible and root ourselves in the places where some of these stories happened. It’s fascinating to contemplate what happened in a place when you're actually standing in the place. And I’ve mentioned that we’re planning to go back in 2019, in February 2019. I mentioned that a lot while we were there. You can check that all out at dailyaudiobible.com in the Initiatives section. Just look for Israel 2019. That pilgrimage is filling up. In fact, it's well over half full now, but you check that out at dailyaudiobible.com.

And then I a mentioned at the very, very beginning. You know the next few days that we’re walking into are, perhaps, the most important days to commemorate that we have as believers. For the last, almost 6 weeks, we've been in this season known as Lent. I explained all that we began the season of Lent. And, you know, you don’t find lent in the Bible. So, it’s like not a command, you observe Lent and don’t eat candy bars or something for 40 days. That’s not really the point of it. It's just a season that has been observed throughout almost the entirety of the Christian faith as a time to ponder, to focus our attentions on things that are out of alignment in our life, to sit with the true cost of sin. Because the true cost of sin was the life of Jesus, God in the flesh, just sitting with how profound of a love it would take for a God to condescend and become one of us, and model what life can and should look like and then offer His life to give us back our own is humbling and profound indeed. And, so, we've been kind of sitting with that if you've been observing Lent, but we come to this day, it's called Maundy Thursday. Tomorrow, of course, is Good Friday. And Saturdays Holy Saturday and Sunday is Easter. Today is a day to just understand that this is the last day of freedom for Jesus, the last day that he will move about on his own. He shares of final meal with his friends. He crosses the Kedron Valley. Again, a place we were just at and moves into the olive groves on the side of the Mount of Olives known as Gethsemane. It's still there. And He was arrested and taken to the quarters of Caiaphas the high priest. It's still there. And He was abused verbally, physically. Lies were screamed at Him. He was accused of blasphemy and sentenced to die. Today commemorates those events. And, of course, tomorrow, tomorrow commemorates the day that Jesus was nailed to a cross and died. Then Saturday is a day that, we as believers, we sit with the fact that light, that life, that good news that Jesus embodied was out of the world and laying dead in a tomb. Saturday also happens to be Passover. So, we sit with all of that moving our way toward sunrise on Sunday morning where all hope is restored. So, I encourage you to just consider what each of these days represent and embrace them and enter into them and meditate upon them and invite God into that with you. Make it a rich experience, allowing you to understand what your salvation cost and the gift that it is that you cannot possibly earn, exactly what we were talking about yesterday in Moses's teachings from Deuteronomy. Embrace these days they’re very, very important. And it's important for us to never forget. And this is one of the themes that we see in Moses, well, throughout the Torah, but in Deuteronomy, a constant reminder of where we've come from, who we are, who God is, where we’re going. We can think, I've got this down cold, I know all this, but man do we live in it? It's funny how quickly we forget things. And, so, we have these moments that come up on the Christian calendar to remind us, to do exactly that. And that's what's going on now. So, embrace these next few days. Sit with them. Allow them to sink deeply into your soul. Make them meaningful as you share them with the Holy Spirit's guidance in your life.

Prayer:

Holy Spirit, we invite you to come into exactly that, all of these things that are commemorated over the next couple of days. We sit with them and invite you into them, drawing us close to you as we surrender ourselves and our agendas to your will in your ways, that we might walk the narrow path that leads to life, that we might have the benefits of the blessings that are commemorated by the existence of Mount Gerizim, all of these places rooted so that we won't forget. Come Holy Spirit. We pray in Jesus’ name. Amen.

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And then on the 12th of April, the More Gathering for women begins. And if you’ve been kind of holding out and still want to come, you can register. Just visit moregathering.com. Looking forward to that very much. And, as a community, we’re interceding in advance over all of it. So, thank you for your prayers.

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And, as always, if you have a prayer request or comment, 877 942 4253 is the number to dial.

And that's it for today. I'm Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi, my name is Nancy H. and I want to leave a praise report. The 19th, last week, I have a little dog, he weighs 8 pounds and his name is Moe. And my son had him out front, which is not fenced, and normally he stays in the yard but that day he heard the bus coming and  he ran toward it. Well, to make a long story short, I heard my son holler at him and it wasn’t good. And I went out there and he said Moe was hit by the bus. He’s 8 pounds. And he handed me Moe and he was lifeless, not breathing, his tongue was hanging out, and his eyes were closed over. And all I could do was say, Lord, don’t let my little Moe die today, don’t let me have to bury him. Well, I put my ear to his chest and I heard a faint heartbeat. And, so, I started praying. Thank you, Lord, he’s still living not dying. Thank you, Lord, he’s going to live and not die. And I pleaded the blood of Jesus over him. And when I took him inside so I could get ready to take him to the hospital I set him down and he got up and run around. So, I praise the Lord that this Sunday is resurrection Sunday. And the Lord raised my little dog up because if you saw him you’d of swore he was dead, but he lived and he’s very active. When I took him to the hospital he got a good report. Nothing wrong with him. So, I got to bring him home. And I just wanted to praise the Lord that my little Moe, the Lord loves animals and he raised him up. Thank you. And God bless you.

Hey. What’s up everybody? It’s Miguel from Santa Rosa. Thank you for those of you that have reminded me that I am a part of this community. Monica, from Kentucky, I heard you call in and leave a message that came through on one of the community prayer lines and several of you that have left comments on my Facebook posts asking for prayers over my work. I appreciate all of you. And, yeah, I do want to call in with a prayer request. And I have a lot of different things I could ask for prayer for but there’s an overarching theme that I want to ask for prayer over…and it’s this…the Lord has been unfolding for me a calling on my life. Some of you know that I am a worship leader and the Lord has been showing me that the burden for leading worship is further than just simply holding the guitar and singing in front of a church, but more of a pastoral sense of guiding the worship of the church to His holy name. And there’s much involved in that calling and it is continuing to unfold right in front of me. So, I ask for you to pray for that. And the Lord has shown me through His word, even in a word that was read just the other day in Luke when Jesus was talking about old wineskins, new wineskins. The Lord has showed me that He is preparing me to pour new wine into me and that there are a lot of pieces of old wineskin that still need to go. So, all my prayer requests that I could leave here have to do with that, that the old wineskins have to go, that there is a new wineskin that He is preparing for me, that He is continuing to make as part of me and that once that new wineskin is ready, new wine is coming. So, pray for my calling. Pray for my wineskin. Pray for me and all that’s involved in that. So, thank you guys. miguelfromsantarosa@gmail.com, by the way, for all of those who want to reach out. Thanks. Bye.

Hey DAB family. This is Michael from Mesa, now really sure to be from West Mesa as I’m closing in on the house that we’re going to purchase and move into. Thank you for those who have been praying for me. Thank you, Victoria S., for the prayers for my son Ryan and for the move and for all the rest of those who have not called that I know are praying. Thank you so much. I’m quickly calling in for Paul from Houston before I jump on my commute on the 202 to get home. Paul, marriage, I’m praying for you. You’ll be on my list. I’ll be keeping you in my prayers. And we go through so many seasons and in life with our spouses and it’s not easy to get through all of those together. And there, a lot of pain that can happen along the way. And it’s all about the pain that we choose to go through together as a husband and wife that keeps us together, that keeps us in oneness. And when that isn’t happening we try to separate ourselves and keep our real focus on Christ and then kind of come back together afterwards and say, okay, now that we have our own act together we can do better together. So, I would just pray that you and your wife would have good solid individual time with God and knowing who you are and knowing what commitment you made to Him first and to each other second and getting through your marriage. And I hope you are blessed abundantly and greatly in your opportunities to deepen your relationship with each other. So, love you all, praying for you all. Annette it’s good to hear your voice. Blind Tony good to hear your poems as always. Love you all. Take care. Bye-bye.

Hi guys this is jubilant perseverance, usually from Indonesia; however, today I’m calling you from Malaysia. I am calling after a very hectic spring break week that ended with losing my wallet in a bus terminal here in __ and having to find some friends of friends to stay with as I wait to get my passport and work visa replaced. It’s been a very…it’s a very long story…it’s been a stressful situation but I’m at peace. __ peace __ all understanding, guarding my heart and mind in Jesus Christ. Thanks to, I think, just a lot of just the Spirit’s presence and I think a lot of preparation and God has put me through before this happened that’s helped to make it less of a fearful kind of moment, but yeah, it’s stressful still. And the enemy just keeps piling on more and more. I don’t know what’s going on, but I was just telling friends on Facebook after showing them at pic up a mosquito bite that caused a really swollen knot to appear on my head yesterday. I was telling them the enemy is really coming at me hard. So, God must have something amazing on the horizon. So, I’m looking forward to a reporting great news soon.

Hello __ . It’s Lisa the Encourager. I just wanted to say I __ with the community I heard about this week. And, so, I’m just reaching out to those that are really feeling in those deep dark pits and they’re really struggling. And I just want to reach out to you and tell you that I love you right now. I love you and I’m sorry for what you’re going through and am praying for you because I want you to know and I want you to think about this, that the God that made the galaxy, the galaxy guys, He’s the God of the galaxy. The things that you’re going through on this earth, it’s not about that, it’s about your relationship with Him. So, just reach out, like I said before, remember this, He said this, are my arms not long enough to reach you? He is there for you. Please, please just seek Him out no matter what you’re going through. If you’re going through a divorce, your wife left you, you have a drug addiction, your children have a problem, He is your God, He loves you he hears you. Do not forget that. So, focus on that instead of the depression and the anxiety and the monstrous things that you’re going through on this earth and focus on your eternity and your relationship with Jesus and I promise you it will help you. And with that, I am praying for Matt tonight who found out that his wife had an eight-year affair and she’s drinking a lot and she’s letting his business go. And, so, I’m praying for Matt…

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Around Villers-Bretonneux

23/04/2016: After an early night to bed we still had a late start, caught up on some much needed sleep after all of the full days we have had with driving around and exploring towns and villages near by our locations so far. We intend to make the next week mostly unplanned bar ANZAC Day.

Weren't sure what to do. We looked over the brochures our host had given us as well as the ones the manager from the La Table d’ Agathe gave us last night. According to the Australia week brochure there was a women's Aussie Rules game on at 1 o'clock and the men's at 3 o'clock. This sounded like the go.

Soph feeding our neighbours

A couple of teas and coffees for breakfast and we were away to who knows where, but local.

Decided to start in Villers-Bretonneux so headed that way. Drove through Fouilloy and on the way happened across the Australian National Memorial between the two towns. Stopped to have a look and what a worthwhile experience it was. The place was filled with Australians of varying professions practicing for their particular roles that will be fair dinkum in a couple of days' time. Musicians, choristers, soldiers, sailors and airmen, roadies and media, amongst others all under the pump to get It right.

Marching practice

The information tent was great with French and Australian ladies working through what to expect with us and providing pins to wear on the morning as well as brochures with pertinent information to upcoming events in the area and access advice for ANZAC Day morning. We were also invited to grab a handful of the Australian War Memorial crosses that Aussie kids had written notes on during Canberra excursions, add to them and plant them at the base of the soldiers' headstones throughout the region as we visit. This was an excellent and personal touch made available to us.

School kids’ crosses for the graves

We wandered around freely, watching and taking it all in. It was magic, the choir singing and the band playing with almost only us paying attention. The officialdom was also welcoming with one advising us that a full rehearsal was coming up and that we were quite welcome to stay and watch.

Band and singing practice

This was quite moving. We can only imagine how much more powerful our experience will be when we attend the Dawn Service. We sat and listened to the rehearsal for a while but an equally pressing moment was coming up which we needed to make an appearance. The ANZAC Cup, Australia v's France Aussie Rules ladies match was already started and we were late.  It was advertised as a double header the second match being the men, with free admission and food and drink for sale. We could watch some football and have a feed.

Australia v France women’s Aussie rules

We arrived at Stade Timmerman on Route de Peronne when the women's game should have been over but there was still plenty of time to go. They must have started late. We watched about twenty minutes of the Aussies giving the frogs a bit of a touch up. We weren't sure whether the French girls had ever played before and were given a quick crash course on the game or not but they were not competitive. The Australians were a lot bigger than the French as well and pushed them around a bit.

We don’t know what the score ended up but it was more than this

The kids were keen for a feed so we sent them to the canteen to see what was on offer. Drink but no food. Great, we had to look for lunch. So much for the sausage sanga we were looking forward to. Luckily there was a small bar across the road from the ground that sold sandwiches and other food.

Bar le Point

We ended up sitting in the bar for a while eating and drinking and taking it easy. The owners had almost no English so pointing to the menu was necessary to order. Two Tuna salad and one chicken salad sandwiches and one quiche and salad please.

Waiting for food at Bar le Point

A couple of beers and a couple of cokes and we were eating, although most didn't like what we got, we were eating.

After the meal and while another round was consumed, we all played a game of table soccer after which we wandered back across the road to watch the men.

Men against the women

Similar story to the women's game. We didn't end up watching the whole game but only a quarter. The Aussies were well in font and would have won by a mile.

Australia v France men’s Aussie rules

We left the football and headed back to the car to put the t-shirts and caps that we bought at the pub away before looking around a bit more. We ended up at an exhibition at the Town Hall which was run by a family whose father/grandfather had collected many medals, postcards, photos and other paraphernalia during the war and was now on display. Excellent collection with recognition from the Australian Government through a medal as to the quality of the exhibition and the contribution that it had made to the ANZAC Day commemorations. The postcard photos showed the town pre and post war.

Villers-Bretonneux Town Hall

After a brief stop at the Information Centre for some more pamphlets and stuff we headed down to the Victoria School where there was a museum on the local perspective of the war and the liberation that was provided by the Australian soldiers.  The school and its ongoing support was initiated by the Victorian Government after WW1. Victorian school children were invited to donate 2 pennies to help rebuild the primary school that was destroyed is a school that was rebuilt through a "two penny program". The Vic Govt also supported the project.

Villers Bretonneux was liberated by Aussie troops on 25th April, 1918. The town folk have always kept a remembrance regarding the fact. They had street names, the school and a café named after Aussie influences. The town was also the site of the world’s first tank battle between two forces, three British tanks v’s three German tanks. The Germans took the town but that night it was recaptured by two brigades of the First Australian Imperial Force with twelve hundred Aussies losing their lives. Villers Bretonneux is also the sister town of Robinvale Victoria as proof of our ongoing friendship.

Kids in Victoria School playground

Once we were finished at the Victoria School museum were headed back to the car to return back to Corbie via the supermarket to buy food for dinner. When we arrived back at the apartment there was plenty of light left so we put on some chicken legs for dinner and played petanque in the drive way for over an hour. No real score as such but again the women proved supreme.

Men against the women

High five of victory

The hand of commiseration

While setting up for petanque, Shane headed down to the lake with a view to having a look around. The gates were locked and no entry signs posted. It seems that the Étangs de La Barette were off limits.

The site covered around forty hectares and were a series of man made ponds apparently dug by the local monks of Corbie Abbey to eventually produce peat during the nineteenth century. The ponds are home to several diverse habitats of both flora and fauna. It just so happened that although most of the area is open to hunting and fishing, the area to the south, where we were at, was off limits. Hence the locks. The Natura 2000 is protected from any activity.

Map at the gate

Back to the house to eat, planning for tomorrow (without the internet) and bed.

It’s out there somewhere, desperate for a signal

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8 Best Hotels To Stay In Penn Valley California – Top Hotel Reviews

Penn Valley California is beautiful and has lots of hotels. Ofcourse we are only looking for the best hotels in Penn Valley California. It’s important to compare them because there are so many places to stay in Penn Valley California. You’re probably wondering where to stay in Penn Valley California. To see which hotel sounds better than the other, we created a top 8 list. The list will make it a lot easier for you to make a great decision. We know you only want the best hotel and preferably something with a reasonable price.

Our list contains 8 hotels of which we think are the best hotels in Penn Valley California right now. Still, some of you are more interested in the most popular hotels in Penn Valley California with the best reviews, and that’s completely normal! You can check out the link below.

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8 Best Hotels In Penn Valley California:

Grass Valley Courtyard Suites

Description:

Located 1 block from downtown Grass Valley, this hotel has an outdoor swimming pool, a spa and a gym. Guests can enjoy drinks on the relaxing terrace.The rooms at the Grass Valley Courtyard Suites include a cozy seating area with a fireplace, cable TV and a microwave. Some rooms have a fully equipped kitchenette and a dining area.Guests can work out with state-of-the-art cardiovascular equipment in the gym, and then relax in the onsite sauna. The spa offers body therapies, deep-tissue massages, manicures, pedicures and facials.For breakfast, the Valley Courtyard serves continental dishes prepared with fresh, seasonal ingredients. The hotel also hosts evening gatherings for guests featuring California wines and hors d’oeuvres.Convenient facilities at the Valley Suites include free Wi-Fi, free parking and laundry facilities.

Reviews:

Very attentive helpful staff, great bed, nice breakfast…very comfortable stay.

Beds were very comfortable and the suite was perfect for a place to lounge and enjoy one another and cook our own meals.

The breakfast was excellent, and we enjoyed the location near downtown Grass Valley. There was a lovely dining area and fitness center which my partner enjoyed. The towels and bedding were first rate. We appreciated the soft cozy robes.

Room was nice, staff friendly and helpful. Coffee good in the lobby. Breakfast was great in the morning, better than the typical hotel breakfast.

I love the bed, room 1060, I’ve been there a few times always stay in that room.

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Sierra Mountain Inn

Description:

Sierra Mountain Inn is located in Grass Valley, 4 miles from Nevada City and 30 miles from Yuba City.Some accommodations have a sitting area where you can relax. A flat-screen TV is available.The nearest airport is Sacramento Airport, 46 miles from Sierra Mountain Inn.

Reviews:

I loved being able to walk down the street to coffee shops and restaurants.

Clean, lovely, comfortable, everything we needed, and great location

Older Inn that has been tastefully redone. A quarter of a mile walk to downtown.

Short walk to the bar at the Holbrooke. This property is a very good value. I come to Grass valley periodically on family business and I shall stay at this location again!

Beautiful remodeled and comfortable room! Beds are wonderful! Real cream for coffee in room! Wish there would have been a continental Breakfast but still wonderful!

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Best Western Gold Country Inn

Description:

Featuring free WiFi and a hot tub, Best Western Gold Country Inn offers accommodations in Grass Valley.Each room at this hotel is air conditioned and has a TV with cable channels. You will find a coffee machine in the room. The rooms come with a private bathroom fitted with a bathtub or shower. For your comfort, you will find free toiletries and a hairdryer.There is a 24-hour front desk at the property.The nearest airport is Sacramento Airport, 48 miles from Hotel Gold Country Inn.

Reviews:

The staff, starting with the young lady at the front desk was warm and welcoming. I have stayed at alot of hotels and these were the most friendliest and helpful in have ever seen. The breakfast was incredible and the breakfast area spotless clean.

Convenient to everything. Staff was very helpful and responded to concerns/repairs promptly.

Breakfast is terrific. One of the people in my group is a vegan and she was able to enjoy the oatmeal and wonderful fresh berries! The two rooms allowed for privacy

Comfortable bed, great massaging shower head, ample and delicious breakfast selections. Great location near many stores and restaurants.

The layout of our room was perfect. Breakfast was well stocked with many choices.

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Northern Queen Inn

Description:

Featuring free WiFi, a seasonal outdoor pool and a barbecue, Northern Queen Inn offers accommodations in Nevada City, just 3.5 miles from Grass Valley.Certain units include a sitting area to relax in after a busy day. Every room includes a private bathroom fitted with a bathtub or shower. A TV is available.There is a 24-hour front desk at the property.The nearest airport is Sacramento Airport, 50 miles from Northern Queen Inn.

Reviews:

Overall, I enjoyed my short stay. The gentleman that checked me in was super awesome and helpful. My room was great and I couldn’t believe the spacious room. Amenities were okay. The breakfast was pretty decent! I would stay again should I have the need to.

The grounds are beautiful. The staff friendly and the room was nice.

This property had a lot of bad reviews but our cabin was perfect for the money and clean.

The grounds are well maintained and provided a few nice evening and morning walks

The overall setting was woodsy and quiet. Friendly staff. Good value for your dollar.

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Gold Miners Inn, an Ascend Hotel Collection Member

Description:

Featuring free WiFi throughout the property, Gold Miners Inn, an Ascend Hotel Collection Member offers accommodations in Grass Valley.The rooms include a flat-screen TV. Some accommodations feature a sitting area where you can relax. You will find a coffee machine in the room. Each room is fitted with a private bathroom fitted with a bathtub.Nevada City is 3.9 miles from Gold Miners Inn, and Yuba City is 30 miles from the property. The nearest airport is Sacramento Airport, 46 miles from Gold Miners Inn, an Ascend Hotel Collection Member.

Reviews:

I liked the coffee and cookies in the lobby. I would have liked to have had breakfast and cocktails there but unfortunately, we had other plans.

Nice property in a very convenient location Nice ambiance, clean, excellent TV Good breakfast selection

The location to walk around and easy access to the freeway

Very nice staff There was a small problem with our toilet and they addressed it immediately Nice manager’s reception with wine and snacks in the evening Breakfast is fantastic

Good stop in Gold Country. Clean rooms. Staff were very friendly.

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Nevada City Inn

Description:

This Nevada City motel is within 5 miles of Empire Mine State Historic Park. The motel offers free Wi-Fi, a microwave and refrigerator in every guest room.Nevada City Inn features a daily continental breakfast. Guests can also enjoy the outdoor barbecue area with benches and tables.Cable TV and free local calls are included in every guest room at the Nevada City.Historic downtown is only one mile from the Nevada City Inn. Malakoff Diggins State Historic Park is one hour away.

Reviews:

People were coming and going all night long at this place. It seems like there was all night partying going on.

The location was ideal as we needed to travel only a short distant to our destination. The heater in the room was on when we got there which was wonderful because it was very chilly outside. It was picturesque with the light dusting of snow.

Linens were clean, we were allowed to check-in 1 hour early.

It was a quaint little inn, room was small but for an overnite it was fine. It was an older motel but met our needs, would stay again.

Heating was super nice. Comfortable bed, plenty of room.

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The Holbrooke Hotel

Description:

This Grass Valley hotel is styled in Victorian décor and features on-site dining and rooms equipped with cable TV and free Wi-Fi. Empire Mine State Historic Park is 1.5 miles away.All air-conditioned rooms at The Holbrooke Hotel feature a private bathroom and a coffee maker. For guest convenience, a clock radio and hairdryer are provided in each room as well.On-site dining is provided at the Holbrooke Restaurant, which is open for lunch and dinner. The Holbrooke’s Saloon features a full bar, appetizers and live music. The hotel also provides a 24-hour front desk and free parking.The Hotel Holbrooke is within walking distance of Grass Valley Antique Emporium and Nevada County Golf course is a 4-minute drive away. The Nevada County Narrow Gauge Railroad Museum is 3.5 miles from the hotel.

Reviews:

I love the historic property and that each room is given a name and their history. The location is super – great Thai restaurant very close. The parking is perfect. Having a bar and entertainment on site is very convenient.

Central location, cute down town, great bar with live music, good food

Front desk personable staff, listened to our concerns

Nothing. I’ve over this place. I’ll be back and spend my money elsewhere.

The staff were amazing. Super nice, accomdating, and professional. From the Front desk to the Housekeeping, to the special events,It was a wonderful stay. Sadly, I was in town for my Mother’s funeral, but having a comfy, warm place to stay made a huge difference…and by warm, I meant the staff, not the temperature. We have had many family events at your hotel over the years, and it always feels like coming home. Thank you so much.

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Broad Street Inn

Description:

Set in a historic Victorian home, this Nevada City inn offers guest rooms with hardwood floors and a full, private bath. The Nevada Theatre is a 2-minute walk away.The individually decorated rooms of the Broad Street Inn are equipped with free Wi-Fi and a flat-screen cable TV. A ceiling fan and ironing facilities are included.Broad Street guests can enjoy coffee and tea in the sun room or relax on the large back patio. A mini-refrigerator, microwave and BBQ facilities are also available.The Inn on Broad Street is less than 6 miles from Empire Mine State Historic Park and 4 miles from the Nevada County Golf Course.

Reviews:

Bed comfortable.Convenient to walk to church.close to places for food.

We loved the location, right at the edge of the walk to town. Our room was bigger than some we’ve stayed in – with places for your things and room to move around. The warm water was warm, the cold super cold! The coffee/sunroom delightful, the home—made biscotti- exquisite!

The hosts, Ron and Julie were very kind and friendly. The room was adorable, cozy and very clean. We’ll be back!!

The place is a charming bit of American gold rush history. Highly recommend it. Staff so friendly and helpful.

Great if your looking to cook for yourself and great if you have kiddos that need the comforts of a bit more room! Ron and Julie are wonderful Inn keepers!

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Top Hotels In Penn Valley California Conclusion:

The above is a top selection of the best hotels to stay in Penn Valley California to help you with your search. We know it’s not that easy to find the best hotel because there are just so many places to stay in Penn Valley California but we hope that the above-mentioned tips have helped you make a good decision.

We also hope that you enjoyed our top ten list of the best hotels in Penn Valley California. And we wish you all the best with your future stay!

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Untouched Charm | Esataba Farmstay, Bhutan

Words by Roger Gribbins

Photography by Andrew Faulk

Kencho Dorji casually navigates the winding roads from Paro to Thimpu. The Suzuki sedan that will serve as our transport for the week careens through narrow turns and speeds passed small construction crews that are slowly widening the outdated highways of Bhutan. Breathtaking views of the Lower Himalayas unwrap around each curve and our camera gear jostles patiently at our feet. The request to pull over is constantly on the tip of our tongues, but we hold back and enjoy the unspoiled scenery. We turn onto a dirt road and pass a small group of traditional homes. Windowsills and doorways with ornate wooden carvings are juxtaposed with power lines and compact car. The Suzuki pulls to the side and our guide, Pema ReenZeen, points to the top of a small hill, “This is your farmstay.”

We climb a set of stone steps laid into the hillside that lead to the gate of Esataba farmhouse. We enter the gate and step into an expansive yard and the large three story complex stands tall over the 1.5 acres of terraced rice paddies stacking themselves up the hillside. It is spring, and tomorrow our host family will use the communal rototiller, with help from neighboring farmers, to begin preparations on the caked soil.  A small crop of local vegetables is grabbing the first of the warm weather in one corner of the yard, a stone bath hut adorns a small hill that leads to the rice paddies, a mountain of hay rests under a tarp, and the crucial woodpile sits neatly stacked along the concrete outhouse. The air is clean. The skies are cobalt blue with wisps of clouds. Above the last rice paddy terrace we spot a collection of tall white flags. We will learn that evening, after a sunset walk around the property before dinner, that there are exactly 107 flags. In Bhutan, the flags are a traditional burial offering for the deceased, and they are ubiquitous along the countryside – at Esataba the flags honor the deceased family members of our hosts.

Esataba Farmhouse sits on a hill in Namseling Village, just outside of the capital city Thimpu. Zangmo and her husband Sangay, along with Sangay’s parents Auchu and Pema Zangmo, have hosted tourists here for the last fifteen years. Sangay’s parents acquired the farm around 1960,  a working farm that still pumps out eight hundred bushels of rice annually. The family also hosts roughly sixty tourists every year with about forty of those choosing to spend the night in the rustic quarters. Visitors that do not spend the night are welcome to enjoy a hot stone bath and traditional Bhutanese dinner, but those guests are missing out on the true experience of staying at Esataba. Of seeing the stars and ink black skies when you slip to the outhouse before bed. Of waking to the smells of burning incense and butter tea brewing on the wood burning stove. Of sipping the local wine, very much like a sake or soju, and chatting with Zangmo after dinner about her life and the history of the farm. A quick visit will only provide the breadth of the place at the expense of falling in rhythm with the heartbeat of a Bhutanese family farm.

We are welcomed with genuine affection by Zangmo and her mother-in-law, Pema Zangmo. They have the understanding smiles of aged women who have raised generations of children and grandchildren with the same fragile determination as the stalks of rice protruding through the soil in their backyard. We are shown to our room, just enough space for two beds and our bags, and we take a quick walkthrough of the house. The heavily decorated prayer room sits adjacent to our room. The walls are adorned with paintings depicting several incarnations of the Buddha, and the colorful alter hosts burning incense and modest offerings. After the the prayer room, a family room and a large pantry room separate the rest of the house from the kitchen.

Like many homes, the kitchen is the center of the action at Esataba, but it takes us a day to get there. Our first meal is taken in the family room. Zangmo hands me a plate of rice, fried pork, stewed chilis, and a leafy green vegetable that is the equivalent of Bhutanese collared greens. Sitting on a thin mat in the family living room, the first spoonful climbs towards my mouth while Zangmo and her youngest son, Kezang, stare at me with eager anticipation. The salt and spice hit my mouth and I reach for more. Zangmo and Kezang smile and immediately offer more rice – an endearing habit I will quickly learn to appreciate.

Zangmo and her family have documented their experience as hosts and they proudly share with us a collection of photos from the last fifteen years – including a picture of their very first visitor, a Japanese school teacher. Old family Polaroids and framed pictures of the Royal Family of Bhutan watch over us from the serving hutch. The dark wooden floor shines under the bright glow of a single fluorescent light, and the faded green walls are decorated with Auchu’s archery quiver and monk drum. A small pile of homemade khuru darts, used for the the traditional Bhutanese game of khuru that is similar to lawn darts, rests in a corner. A calendar from 2012, one from 2015 and three calendars from 2017 surround a clock with no batteries and holding fast at 6:05. And that first night in Esataba, looking through the pictures and hearing a little about each visitor from our hosts, the frozen clock and the old calendars on the wall, and I could be one of those old photos. Sitting with our hosts under a dim light, thumbing through images of fellow travelers, and we are consumed into a void that is becoming harder and harder to achieve. For a few hours that evening we are timeless. We are visitors along a fifteen year continuum that sits in the crease of a faded Polaroid.

For the remainder of the trip we eat in the small kitchen with the entire family. Every morning the family gathers around the wood burning stove to burn off the morning chill. They eat breakfast and take tea together. The grandparents, Auchu and Pema Zangmo, eating with their hands in the traditional way while Zangmo’s sons, Passang and Kezang, eat with a spoon. We sit on the wooden floor, Zangmo closest to the small cooking area and the grandparents beside the wood burning stove. We are surrounded in the tight space by large steel cooking pots on high shelves and the modern touches of a Samsung refrigerator and Sharp rice cooker. Auchu sits on the floor and thumbs his prayer beads while quietly reciting his prayers, Pema Zangmo is methodically chopping chilis that will be stewed with cheese and served with every meal (we grow to love them by the end of our stay), and Zangmo alternates between working the propane double burner stove and squatting next to me to answer my questions. Her smile shines through betel nut stained teeth as she talks proudly about the history of her home.

On our last day in Thimpu, our guide Pema suggests a hike after our picnic lunch in Centenary Park. It takes many attempts, but we eventually convince him and that we just want to go back to Esataba for the afternoon. We want to spend time with Zangmo and her family before we leave for Paro in the morning. We return to Esataba and we are invited to play khuru with Kezang Wangdi, the middle son, and his friends in a field next to the road below the farmhouse. We walk passed the cows crunching hay in the makeshift barn below the house, cross over the small stream that winds down from the mountain and zigzags through Esataba’s rice paddies, and across the dirt road to an empty field where Kezang has set up a khuru court.

To play khuru, players stand at one side of a surprisingly large field and throw wooden darts at a frustratingly small target. Due to the inherent safety concerns of hauling large darts at full velocity across a large expanse, all the players stand together at one side of the field and take their turns throwing, and then a slow march across the field ensues to retrieve the darts and repeat the process towards the opposite target. Of course, having all the players stand together and then walk across the playing field in ceremony naturally lends itself to the kind of banter that one would expect from a game that can take half a day to complete and ticks along with the rhythm of a slow waltz.

Halfway through the game we look up and see that the entire family has come out to watch. They perch on the stone steps leading up to Esataba and enjoy our attempt at playing khuru. Kezang and his friends are good (Kezang actually holds the highest khuru score in all of Namseling), and we are terrible. But, we get a little better as the game goes on. We carefully watch our new friends and try to mimic their form. The laughter and smiles of Kezang and his friends slowly transform to approving nods and raised eyebrows as we begin to understand the nuances of the darts, of the bigger picture of this Bhutanese family. We make sense of the mechanics of the throwing motion, of the daily routine and personalities of our hosts. We start to grasp the the idiosyncrasies of the game, of the politics and playfulness of Esataba. The darts begin to fly a little straighter and spin a little faster, and the subtlety of life at the farmhouse comes sharply into focus. Under the orange and blue skies of the fading Bhutanese afternoon, we inch a little closer to our target with every throw.

Roger Gribbins is a photographer and writer currently living in Saudi Arabia. Whether he is behind the lens or behind the pen, he is trying to capture the human spirit through images and words that evoke emotion and tell a compelling story. You can see more of his photographic work and read his blog on his website.

Andrew Faulk is an award winning portrait and editorial photographer based in Tokyo, Japan. For over a decade Andrew has lived in Asia, shooting travel assignments and creating content for a variety of brands and international publications. Andrew is a husband, father, and lover of fried food. To see more of his work, visit him at his website.

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