#itinirary

[garoujo]

do you guys have itiniraries planned or are u just kinda going with the flow? <3

i made an itinerary for the beginning of the trip + for kyoto but since we got back to tokyo we’ve been mostly going w the flow now ! esp cause the first week was soooo busy it’s so good to rest :3 we do have like team labs tomoz + a few food places to visit but apart from that it’s been v relaxed the past day <3

[lisel]

czech mischiefs: a lived-in itinirary of three friends traveling through the czech republic.

Once upon a time, around the Christmas season, my two flatmates and I traveled to the Czech Republic. What follows is a chronological retelling of our wanders around Prague and the small town of Cesky Krumlov.

Protagonists: Lise L; Friend L; Friend C; Friend K; Friend A; Friend DK.

day one - night: Departure from Glasgow at around 9pm, arrival in Prague at 11pm. Walk through the city streets to the hostel. Friend L essentially decides she wants to move to Prague. Check in: 12:30am Bedtime: 1-1:30am

day two - day & night: Breakfast at the hostel, Friend C adopts lonely planet guide. Walk around the old town, bit of history on astronomical clock. We take in street architecture. Jewish quarter discovery and emotional synagogue visits.

Coffee in café close to Kafka's house. Lunch at restaurant (pasta, salad, beer);  turned grumpy Czech man into a smiling fellow, all the staff loved us. Castle visit - the Halsburg's have ugly faces, thanks incest. Walk around the park and surrounding area. We feel grateful for our resistance to the rainy weather. Stop at the Concert Hall on our way back to old town, we get student tickets for a quartet. Walk home, we buy bread at the breadshop for that night and the day after. Chaotic grocery shopping, in a tired state + dinner at the hostel. Drink out with local Friend K in cool bar. Walk home at night, feeling peckish we bought a trdelnik - it was not a good one. Bedtime: 1:00-1:30am.

day three - day & night: Breakfast upgrade at the hostel - We Made Our Own And We Are Great At Breakfast Making. Walk around our neighbourhood in search of a café for L, who needs to do work. Visit to a bookshop where I find a children’s book on the city of Prague. L finds plug adaptor in cannabis themed tourist shop. C and I go on our own adventure around the city.

Spotted: old camera shop. Head down to Nové Město, to the Dancing House, through a park. Walk around the river Vltava, we get coffee in little place. Antique & second-hand bookshop visit where we find some great vintage prints and posters. Walk along the other side of the river for a bit, then we cross what we assumed was Charles Bridge but really wasn't. We stumble upon local market by the riverside, we get hot plum juice and buy a good portion of oyster mushrooms in hope of making omelette or open sandwiches that evening.

C and I head further down Nové Město, to the Botanic Gardens of the faculty. We have our pre-packed snacks and lunch on a gardens bench. Lots and lots of laughing, followed by a random but well inspired tram journey back to old town.

Stop at the National Theatre where we meet with L and K. Walk around dyzajn (read: design) market and then to the Christmas market. We take a break at Café Louvre with mulled wine - we taste meat broth. Back to hostel for nap until 7:30pm. Meeting up with Friend A, who drives us to New Town, we have beers. He leaves and we go to another pub. L goes home early, while C and I go on a mini pub crawl. We go to a random queer bar + u sudu. Sunny plays outside a kebab shop on the street, we rejoice. A long talk about everything and anything. Walk home, where L is actually still awake. Bedtime: 2am

day four, day & night: Breakfast at hostel + we pack our things (including mushrooms we still haven't cooked). Book bus tickets to Cesky Krumlov, we head out. Bus at 11am, very comfy, we get free coffee included. L says she feels this trip is helping her take another step past her break up. C looks up our options for hostel and food places. We get to Cesky Krumlov at 1-2pm, hungry. We take in the sights on our way in.

The Best Food Ever at local tavern: traut, fried cauliflower, fried cheese, potato pancakes, potatoes, veggies + kraut, beers, desert. Tavern staff loves us (again, we charm the local czech folks). Muddy walk to hostel, L meets cat and is overwhelmed. Check in at Skippy's hostel (10/10, would recommend). Tea on the terrace by the river.

Down to Cesky Krumlov's centre, for Christmas market and town concert where Skippy plays. We get a proper Trdelnik and mulled wine, we are satisfied. We follow the little theatre procession walking around town, along with children and chinese people. We explore the castle site at night, get nights view on town. Small dinner at a warm vegetarian restaurant. Spanish people have dinner next to us and wonder where the meaty menu went. In the restaurant, C's alarm goes off endlessly and we only realise it's hers after 15 min. We go back to the hostel, knackered, and fall asleep extra early.

day five - day & night: We wake up hungry but rested. We drink a great coffee by co-hostess Walk to town centre, L says bye to the cat. We have breakfast at the Egon Shiele Cafe - it looks retro and cool. The museum is closed, C is a bit disappointed. Walk around castle area from another part as the night before. L falls in stairs of old street. It hurts.

I buy wooden train for my niece in little boutique around the castle. We get back to the hostel to pick up our things and take a rushed walk to the bus station, which ends under a light snow. We get to the bus and leave 2 min after. Get back to Prague at around 5:30pm.

We take an illegally free tram to a new hostel in Holešovice. We get there later than we had hoped, but the place looks stunning. We change and put away our things, then head straight out. We have twenty minutes to eat and then head to concert hall for the quartet. We find best place for tartines. So cheap and so good (ed. unfortunately this particular establishment is not listed online, but from memory it is situated at this street corner) Then, we take yet another illegal tram to the Concert Hall. For full disclosure, I do not endorse this kind of behaviour and do not recommend as the public transport police is scary in Prague. We make a run for the theatre and again get there a minute before the show starts, K is there already. The venue is gorgeous, we make a Czech woman smile. Walk from concert hall to bar; K takes us on a spontaneous Places Where She Peed in Prague tour (highlight - the actual Charles Bridge); also a notable place - the park where all her boyfriends dump her (ed: K now dates girls and no longer gets dumped).

At tavern - Friend DK joins us for beers! Old Czech politician is present, he turned 82 a couple days before. He looks it. We have wine, and beer, and absinth. DK leaves before absinth, it's a good thing. Drunk walk home. Takes us an hour. Bedtime: 2am. We still haven't cooked the oyster mushrooms.

day six - day & night: Breakfast at 9:30 in café not far from hostel (a hungover meal of sorts. Ish.) We hit a couple of second-hand shops, then we head to the Contemporary Art Museum in Holešovice. L goes to meet some friends, C and I go for coffee, for what we will now start naming L and C's café crawl. We stay in the neighbourhood with the vague goal to find a present for L's secret santa at last and go out in search of a market.

We go charity shopping - I get a dress and a top, C gets a jumper and acne skinny jeans in her size that L will later die of jealousy for. We walk around just a little bit more, I buy film for my camera, we then stop at a cool art and design bookshop. We get free posters. We get a cheap lunch in hip café. Soup + tortilla. C books a chaotic Blablacar for that very night. Then, we make another stop in a bakery for desert and coffee. C has the pastry of a life time. I am over the moon about coffee.

We finally head to the market, walking. The market is dead. We start feeling the urgency of the ‘present’ situation (see what I did there). C and I comb the area around our hostel for present ideas. We walk through the most classically 2019, multipurpose, uberhip space to exist. To no one’s surprise, we find nothing there of our liking. Finally, we find a bookshop/café/wine place in the middle of a square, our heaven. We get cookbook for L + a pin of the Dancing House back at the hostel.

At the hostel, we meet L, buy stuff at the express supermarket and make dinner with the oyster mushrooms, at last. We exchange secret santa gifts, C heads to her blablacar. L and I have a quiet night in, me packing for the next day, her sorting out her accommodation and plan for next few days as she is staying in Prague after us. Bedtime: too early to matter.

day seven - day: Wake up at 6:30am, departure from hostel at 7am, embarking on quite the transport trail. Get to the airport at 8:15am. Flight to Paris at 9:55am.

[thebohemiandreamersblog]

Here is the last leg of Bakkhali trip. Watch the full video to know our verdict and whether or not you should give it a chance. Enjoy!!!

[glee-dsm-events2]

The Headmistress has graciously (and through a lot of teeth pulling, several threats to her trophy case and lack of additional options) allowed the school use of her private island and paradise resort (which is often for Cheerio retreats and was purchased after selling interviews to news reporters and syphoning of Glee funds and donations) for the Winter trip! As it is a private island, it will be left to the school to be on with staff coming in by boat to assist. There will also be daily trips/boat shuttles to Costa Rica a mere 30 minute boat ride away! We will be gone January 15th - January 20th.

RULES:

All students must be in their assigned rooms between 1am-6am daily.

There will be no drug use of any kind tolerated.

Alcohol can be consumed at the resort and on the mainland by all students who are 21 years in age. Any underage drinking is strictly prohibited.

Be respectful to all guards, staff, and other met on the mainland. You will represent the school on this trip - use your manners.

No one can go to the mainland alone - groups of 2 or more only with following the escort rule of the school. Boats will leave and return on the hour to go to the main land the students can use during free times.

ACCOMODATIONS

Students will be placed in groups in different cabins which are equipped with: a living area, 3 bedrooms (with a King bed, two queens, and two twins), 2 bathrooms, a patio to the beach, fire pit, and kitchenette. The cabins are furnished with TV, Bluray (with rentals available) streaming devices, and all major appliances.

Assignments:

Cabin 1 - 

Grace Motta

Remy Hudson

Lucas Smythe

Elliott Anderson

Layla Schuester

Cabin 2 - 

Nathan Lynn

Adam Sylvester

Jackson Schuester

Malakai Sylvester

Ryan Fabray-Lynn

Silas Lynn

Cabin 3 - 

Sam Evans

Hunter Clarington

Blaine Evans

Sawyer Cohen-Chang

Lisette Gilbert

Cabin 4 - 

Eric Anderson

Landon Corcoran

Jeff Sterling

Caleb Duval

Maverick Lynn

Shea Flanagan

Cabin 5 - 

Mateo Lopez

Nick Duval

Jamie Beiste

Tobias Karofsky

Buchanan Wilde

Cabin 6 - 

Gunner Clarington

Frankie Wilde

Noelle Adams

Jaelan Puckerman

Franco Hart

Cabin 7 - 

Noah Duval

Bentley Jones

Ferdinand Abrams

Oliver Smythe

Lennon Corcoran

Quinn Fabray

Cabin 8 - 

Esther Fabray

Deni Sterling

Catalina Lopez

Summer Evans

Clark Abrams

Cabin 9 - 

Sebastian Smythe

Ryder Lynn

Archer Clarington

Beau Adams

Devon Chang

Cabin 10 - 

Daniel Schuester

Kirin Rhodes

Eli Hummel

Skylar Evans

ITINIRARY -

The resort and island are filled with things to do! Swimming, snorkeling, parasailing, surfing, fishing, tennis courts, basketball courts, sandcastles, full workout center, indoor arcade, restaurant, bar, swim up bar, and horseback riding.

As stated before, there will be regular trips via boat to Costa Rico as well as scheduled outings. Things to do on the main land are tattoo shops, hair dressers, street shops/vendors, food vendors, D/s club, dance clubs, bars, restaurants, ziplines, waterfalls, parks, whitewater rafting, biking, golf, hot springs, kayaking and canoeing.

January 15th

Leave Ohio at 5am, arrive in Costa Rica at 1pm.

Resort day

January 16th

Resort Day

January 17th

1pm - Suspended Bridges of Monteverde and ziplining

5pm - return at resort

January 18th 

9am - Tram across the Rainforest

11pm - Lunch at nearby restaurant

1pm - Canyoning

5pm - return to resort

January 19th - 

Resort Day

January 20th - 

Leave resort at 5am, arrive in Ohio at 1pm.

OOC - 

So, same as always, if there are any plots to occur PLEASE run it by the admins first. Remember that there will be guards and staff will be around so if your character breaks a rule, a punishment will occur. Keep in mind, most of this will be F2F interactions, so there’s always a chance people will be seen/noticed/overheard etc. Any questions, hit us up. Also, those strike outs in the beginning are not IC knowledge but a fun HC J and I came up with that Sue absolutely has her own island that she bought from her own fundraising and skimming off the top of the Glee Club budget and that she usually only allows Cheerios there. She probably named it something mean towards Will, but we haven’t come up with it yet.  

[kmp78]

do you think lord leto had sex with that girl?" Surely a half decent girl isn't jumping into bed with a man old enough to be her grandad on the 1st date. 😱Does Old Man Goober tend to date decent girls? 🤔 Even on the 2nd, 3rd and many other dates, he is still her grandad…😂😂😂

And always will be. 🤷🏼‍♀️

As he will be to the next cfumpet he picks up at whatever stop is next on their itinirary.

[yetanotherfanficblog]

Unexpected Journey

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Characters: Pyotyr Ilych (Male Duskwight Elezen WoL OC), Enkhjargal Qalli (Male Au Ra OC).

Rating/Warnings: PG (Violence and Kidnapping mentions)

Summary: Many years before he became the Warrior of Light, Pyotyr was a simple assessor of the Arcanist’s Guild. One day, a Visit from a member of a Rogue’s Guild gets him much more than he bargained for. Semi-sequel to the fic Unexpected, also on this blog.

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Arcanist's Guild assessor Pyoyr Ilych, as was common on afternoons, found himself inside one of the warehouses near Mealvaan's Gate on the docks of Limsa Lominsa, staring down a rather sizable pile of crates. He opened his book, and flipped tg the day's itinirary.

"Hm," He said, murmuring to no-one in particular, "Teagan's Folly, merchant ship, Ul'dahn ownership, claims 500 lots of Thavnarian Silk."

He flipped the book one more page, and scribbled a small line to complete a link with a flourish. In a flash of aetherial energy, his companion, a small blue carbuncle, appeared before him.

"There you are, Master Sparkles!" he said, favoring his partner with a smile, "Shall we get to work?"

Pyotyr took his work even more seriously than usual these days, after a rash of hazardous smuggling - mostly Pluto and Dreamweed, but a few Allagan artifacts as well. As an Ex-Pirate, he could let a bit of smuggling pass, but when you were smuggling powerful ancient weaponry or performance-enhancing drugs, well. That just wasn't sporting, to say nothing of the  vastly heightened possibility of getting innocents caught in the crossfire when some great dodo fired a weapon she had no idea how to operate, or completely lost his mind to the effects of a Pluto overdose. Thus, he was only about halfway done with his inspections when he felt a presence behind him.

"May I help you?" He said, if only to let the person know they were not undetected, and turned around to see a black-scaled, blue-skinned Au Ra perched on the pile of crates behind him.

"Pyotyr Ilych, assessor, arcanist, whom I see," he sang, a simple but unfamiliar tune in a strong baritone, "If you can lay your work aside, I'd have you speak to me."

Ah, of course, the Qalli. While some of the Xaela who'd immigrated to Eorzea had left behind the ways of their homeland, many more still kept to the traditions of their people and their particular tribes in one way or another. For the Qalli, that meant that all spoken communication was instead sung or chanted in a tone that might be a simple chant, a noisome battle hymn, or a funerous dirge, among other things, depending on the content of the missive and the personality and emotions of the speaker. For Pyotyr's part, he rather liked it. It reminded him of the rythm of the sea shanties out on the Ocean, the crew singing in harmony to work in harmony.

Unfortunately, his trepedation of this person came from a different angle altogether. The intruder wore baggy, loose-fitting green canvas pants and sandals, with a belt full of pouches and tools and a pair of sheathed daggers slung low across his hips. His hands were wrapped in cloth bandages, fingers free for gripping and touch, another length of green cloth wrapped across his chest, and a bandanna held his hair and the sweat of his brow in place, keeping it from falling in his eyes, with only a single braid of white escaping to run down his back a short ways - the classic uniform of a swabbie, yes, but also of anothe group only spoken of in whispers among pirates and dockworkers alike - and since they weren't on the deck of a ship, nor were shiphands generally allowed in the warehouses while the assessors worked, Pyotyr had to assume this person was, indeed, a member of the Rogue's Guild, the enforcers of the old code.

"Master Qalli, I'd wager?" Pyotyr bowed and smiled slightly, guarded, eyes probing. With a gesture from his hand, Master Sparkles, who had been sniffing at a crate at the top of the pile, bounded down the containers and came to heel at his side, "I shall not insult either of our intelligences by asking who you work for, but I am at your service. What brings you to call on a poor assessor such as I?"

"Enkhjargal Qalli is my name, I gainsay not your words," the Rogue sang in reply, "But questions must I ask of you, ere my quest be fulfilled."

Pyotyr shut his book. He felt still a bit on edge, but if the Rogue was going to execute him, chances are he wouldn't have gotten his attention first.

"A pleasure to meet you, Master Qalli," he answered, not quite truthfully, "It's my last inspection of the day, but I'd prefer not to be kept too long, if possible. I need to stop at the markets before my girls get home from school, if you please," he said.

"Tell me then, of Drystelakwyn," He sang, "Captain Mhardraga of the Pomona, Scourge of Garleans, Mother of your Children, for this have I come unto your door."

At that, the vitality drained from Pyotyr's face for a moment. If a Rogue was saying a Pirate's name, it was not often for good tidings. They were most likely to be marked, wanted, or at best a victim of the Rogue's true prey. He steeled himself, said a quick prayer to the Navigator that Enkhjargal had not marked his moment of fear, and that Mhar was alright, stood up straight, and spoke.

"Captain Mhardraga Drystelakwyn," He spoke, "Is an Honorable Privateer. She has a Letter of Marque to waylay Garlean ships, and never waylays a ship under the protection of the Eorzean Alliance. Only Salvages and plunders wrecks and islands she has a fair claim to. She sends me a share of the ship's haul every so often under our charter, and to fulfill her duties as mother of our children. She sometimes sends the girls letters and gifts, especially on their namedays. I ask nothing more of her, and I consider her a friend still. She sometimes visits when she's docked in Limsa, but I havent seen her for six months, which is certainly not the longest she's been at sea by far. Regardless, I will gladly vouch for her character. She's the best sailor I've ever known, and as honorable a swashbuckler as ever sailed the seas. Does that answer your question?"

Enkhjargal smiled at that, looked almost amused. Meanwhile, Pyotyrs heart felt as if it was beating between his ears. The crew of the Pomona were dear to him. Mhar, Slaf, Doc, and many of the others who had trod the decks in his day still sailed under the flag, and he still drank a pint with them if he could steal away while they were docked in town. Sure, they'd played fast and loose with their letter of marque everyone once in a while, but they really were one of the more honorable crews on the waves. Whatever could they have done to gain the eye of the Rogue's Guild?

"I mean them no harm, friend," Enkhjargal sang, "Their charter is safe, their honor intact, yet worrying words carry on the wind now, I fear this letter, may shine more on that."

And indeed Enkhjargal produced a folded piece of paper from one of the pouches on his belt, handing it to Pyotyr, who unfolded it.

Pyotyr Ilych,

The Bounty isn't complete unless we bring you in too, and we're willing to do whatever it takes. If you aren't on Moonglow Isle within a fortnight, we'll find your children, and take them in your stead.

Jeantiel Estellieur Captain of the Bloody Hand

"Seven Hells, why didn't you show this to me earlier? How did you get this? I have to go, now, I have to make sure Svetlana and Anastasia are safe-" He turned to run for the warehouse door, but before he took more than a few steps, Enkhjargal sang out.

"They are safe, even now, let your mind rest, Ser Ilych, Spirited to safehouse, guarded by our finest," He sang, "This letter we took from the street tough that bore it, who lifted a purse 'fore he came to your door."

Pyotyr turned back to the man, "By the Gods, couldn't you have let one pickpocket pass? How long ago was it? Where have you taken my girls? Are you sure they're safe?"

Enkhjargal nodded, "I give you my word, as Qalli and Rogue, your daughters are taken to a place they won't know of. But now our concern lies in the Bloody Hand, this Bounty they speak of, the fate of your friends."

"By the Twelve," Pyotyr said, "I will hold you to that, Enkhjargal. But for now, you are right, I must gather my thoughts. This bounty, I do not know of it. Surely if we were wanted in Eorzea, I would never have been able to make a life as I have in Limsa!"

"Not by Eorzea, your reputation is spotless," Enkhjargal sang, "Or at least enough not to be clapped in cold iron. Yet old enemies may hold grudges long, and the Garleans have heard your plundering song."

"Wait, the Garleans? I thought they just sent armies after their targets! Are you saying they sicced another group of pirates on us?"

"The Rogues' guild believes this, our sources suggest that the truth of the matter is as you have said," Enkhjargal chanted, gravely.

"Damn me," Pyotyr murmured, "If I was on that bounty still, they must have Slaf and Mhar at the very least. Where did they want me to go, Moonglow? Damn me, that's one of the Umbral Isles!"

"The Graveyard of ships, of privateer corpses," Enkhjargal sang, "But for the bold sailor, a hideaway and haven."

Pyotyr growled, "Damn it, Mhar. How did they get to you anyway?"

Enkhjargal put a hand on Pyotyr's shoulder, "The rogue's guild sets sail for bold Moonglow Island, you and your daughters will now be protected. Garlean Tyranny will not be stood for, not within the confines of Vylbrand's brave seas."

Pyotyr sighed, "Enkhjargal, I appreciate it, but you have no idea how powerful the Bloody Hand is. What if the Garleans gave them weapons to go along with the bounty offer? Or worse yet, Magitek! If they take you down on that island, and I'm not there, they'll just keep coming until they have me or my daughters, and I can't let that happen. Besides, The Pomona's crew is still important to me. I went ashore to raise my girls but they're still my mates."

"Your speech is commendable, your face is determined," Enkhjargal sang in return, "Yet consider the words that next spring to your lips. Your Privateer days are a decade behind you, and the swords of the swashers are sharp as before."

Pyotyr shook his head, "I spent the first quarter of a century of my life fighting. You don't forget all that in a few years. And I havent completely fallen out of practice. Mhar and Doc and Slaf and the rest need me. And my daughters won't be safe until this Bloody Hand is taken down."

Enkhjargal nodded, "Your daughters we'll protect, our watch will not waver, til Bloody Hand's wiped out or gives up their suit. But if you won't join them, with us then, do travel, and with your help mayhap, the Hand will be cleaned."

Pyotyr smiled queasily, reassured by the Rogue's support, yet still worried, for his daughters, for the Pomona, for his own life.

"Alright. I'll pack a few things and meet you wherever I need to. But before we leave... could I see my daughters?"

"Of course," Enkhjargal sang, shortly, sweetly, a reassuring smile on his face.

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Thus it was, a few hours later, that Pyotyr and Enkhjargal ducked into a certain warehouse thought by some to be a convent of nuns of a strangely named and unknown order. Enkhjargal lead him down a side hallway, and opened a door into a room. While no windows stood on the walls, a fire crackled cheerily in a nearby fireplace, and a small couch, some chairs, and a table lent an air of homeliness to the room. Two young girls, Roegadyn by their stature, but with slightly pointed ears, leapt from the couch and looked at the door, immediately breaking into a run when they saw who entered.

"Papa!" They shouted in Unison, and Pyotyr knelt down and gathered them into his arms.

"Oh! Svetlana! Anastasia! How glad I am to see you," He murmured, trying not to let his voice be choked too much by the tears of relief that rose to his eyes.

"Papa, why are you crying?" Svetlana, younger than her sister by a few minutes, asked meekly.

"I am crying because I am so relieved to see you and your sister again, my dear," He answered.

"We're happy to see you too, Papa," Anastasia said in her turn, "Even if you couldn't make us Clam Chowder tonight after all!"

Pyotyr chuckled at that, despite himself. Anastasia was nearly as forward as her mother, sometimes.

"I am sorry for that, both of you," he said. "but I promise. I'll make it for you as soon as I get back."

"But you ARE back, Papa!" Anastasia insisted.

"For now, yes," Pyotyr said, and now he held them both before him, at arm's length, a hand on each of their shoulders.

"But I'm going to have to go away for a while. No longer than a week, if I'm lucky."

"Why, Papa?" Svetlana was the first to ask, eyes wide.

"Well, you know the stories I tell you, of when Papa and Mama used to sail togther?" Pyotyr said, waiting for the girls to nod before continuing, "There's a few people who didn't like some of the adventures we had back then, and they've been chasing your mother and me. We think they might have kidnapped your Mama, and they want to kidnap me. So I'm going to go make sure we're all safe from them."

"Oh!" said Anatasia, "Are you gonna fight them to save Mama?"

Pyotyr sighed, "It may come to that, yes. But don't worry. I'm coming back, alright?"

"Fear not children, And Sleep in Peace," Enkhjargal sang from the behind Pyotyr in the doorway, "For Enkhjargal Qalli shall sail with him! I will protect both him and your mother, and return to Lominsa safely and sound."

Svetlana's eyes were brimming with tears, but she looked up at Enkhjargal with a small smile, "Thank you, Mister Enkhjargal," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I like Mister Enkhjargal, Papa," Anastasia said matter-of-factly, "His voice is really pretty. Maybe I should start singing everything I say too!"

Pyotyr chuckled, "Well, we can discuss that when I get back. Maybe I can teach you a few more Sea Shanties."

Anastasia beamed at that.

"And what about you, Svetlana?" Pyotyr said, turning his gaze to his quieter daughter, more prone to introspection, her heart more tender than her sister's, "What do you want to do when I come home?"

"I-I-" she whispered, then threw her arms around her father, "I want to go home, Papa."

"And we will, Svetlana," Pyotyr said, feeling his heart breaking into pieces, wrapping his arms around her in return, "We will, I swear it. My sweet Svetlana."

After a moment, he disengaged from the poor girl slightly, to reach into the satchel at his waist, producing two small dolls, dressed as proper swashbuckler queens, "Here, darlings. I stopped by the house and got you a few things. I'm leaving this pack here, but I wanted to make sure you got them."

"Priscilla!" Anastasia shrieked happily, and snatched up the doll in blue, hugging it happily. The doll dressed in a red jacket, Svetlana took more properly, but she hugged it just tight.

"There, you see girls? You have Priscilla and Merlwyb to keep you company, just like at home. I know it's going to be tough, but you're both brave and I'm so proud of you. I'll be back as soon as I can to take you home, and I swear, we'll have nothing but your favorite meals for at least a week!"

Anastasia and Svetlana both nodded at that, and Svetlana leaned in to hug her father tightly one last time, followed by Anastasia.

"I love you girls," He whispered, "I'll be back."

"We love you too Papa," they said, and Pyotyr stood up, and with one final smile, walked back out the door, knowing that if he stayed another moment, he wouldn't be able to leave.

Enkhjargal and Pyotyr walked back down the hallway in silence for a moment.

"I swear to you, on all my honor," Enkhjargal sang, "Your daughters will be kept safe and well fed. Maggie McGee, one of our number, a mother herself, will watch night and day."

"Thank you," Pyotyr spoke, his voice husky, "I... thank you. Svetlana's such a dear sensitive little girl, she'll be heartbroken for days. Anastasia is good at looking after her, but they're both in such an unfamiliar place, and she might be frightened too. We've lived in our apartment above the fish market since they were three years old, you know? I havent spent more than a night away from them since they've been born."

"You are acting bravely, to secure their future," he sang, "In that there is no shame, though sadness you feel. They will be safe here, while we journey to Moonglow, to save their mother, and stop cold the Hand."

Pyotyr nodded, and on his lips murmured a small prayer, "Navigator, Blessed Llymlaen, if ever you answered one of my prayers, let it be this. Keep my family safe, and let me be reunited with my daughters, all of us hearty and whole. I pray!"

And so Pyotyr and Enkhjargal exited the small warehouse side door, to embark on an Unexpected Journey, the fate of his family hanging in the balance.

[jankimishra-blog]

Think of a Digital unplug for a weekend! Disconnect to the virtual world, take a break in the lap of nature! Take the ToRoot's Kumaouni village itinirary today!

[eurotravels]

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[ttriangle]

Help me curate our Thailand itinirary via /r/travel http://ift.tt/2GpmcP7

[frontware]

Dynamic page to show you the way from your place (office, hotel, home) to our office. The page can detect your location and show you the best way to our office. Itinerary to Frontware helps you to easily get direction from your location to Frontware office. Once you fill your location in Start address and click on search, you will get the itinerary to Frontware. 

See it by yourself: http://www.frontware.com/Itinerary-to-Frontware.html