In fact, no one could really make heads or tails of the flower's origins or why it would suddenly emerge now, at this
Although Gaea was being so insistent on them all sitting down and sharing a meal together, Tabitha was still unsure about taking her seat. Even as she stood at the foot of the table with her eyes glued to the beautiful spread of edibles in front of her. Morgana had already accepted Gaea's offer, an act which already stunned Tabitha when making consideration of the other woman's 'difficult' personality, but she had already loosened some of the wrappings tied across her waist so that she could fit the maximum amount of food possible. Tsara and Yangdra had no such restrictions, and they were already far along into their meals, with bellies stuffed drum-tight and piles of dishes like towers rising high above them.
The kitchen door was in constant motion, the girl with the monkey's tail carrying out new dishes for the girls to rip apart at a p
The chubby ninja pouted as she sat there in the center of Gaea's room, her arms strapped behind her back and her legs held together by several constricting vines. Her pudgy belly, round and fluffy like a bowlful of pudding, splayed itself over her lap. The goddess tapped her on the head with one finger.
"Are you hiding a cyanide pill in there? Come on, open up!"
"W-What? Of course I'm not! I wouldn't let myself die! I wouldn't normally get caught in the first place!" snapped the ninja, and then she frowned, "It's just...I..."
"You didn't expect we'd cut open your girdle, huh?" Gaea replied, raising an eyebrow.
The ninja sighed. "No...and I'd been trying so hard to hide it too..."
Tabitha stepped forward to speak. "I know her. She's from the same guild as me."
"Tabitha, you can't go and spill a ninja's secrets! It's against the code! I'll be beheaded when I return home!"
"You're not a ninja! Last time I saw you a few years back, you were one of my fan-girls!" T
Wu stood off to her right as Tabitha waddled into the room, pulling back the curtain of shells, beads and sea glass so that the former warrior may enter. The dark, bark-colored walls wrapped around this circular room, and it surely had been a spacious room at one point, but with piles upon disorganized piles of empty food containers, boxes and jars filled with miscellaneous items, keepsakes and mementos collected from around the world, a few old sheets and clothes, and a skeleton taking up said space, it felt just a tiny bit on the cramped side of things. For a big girl like Tabitha, it was a poor setting to be stuck in. Gaea was slouched in a chair constructed from the interweaving stems of several enormous sunflowers. She seemed only half-awake, lazily munching on handfuls of roasted seeds and nuts while staring straight ahead at nothing. Maybe she was in some sort of trance, or she was simply feeling gloomy. When Wu announced Tabitha's presence, Gaea su
"No! I like the Battle of Manhattan story better!"
"Can you tell us again about the Labyrinth?"
Percy sat on the couch with his three young children: Landon, Charlie, and Blaire. Charlie, the oldest, sat on the floor with his arms crossed and face shadowed by his long, black hair. Blaire, with her honey-blonde ringlets and big green eyes, sat on her dad's knee as she clenched her favorite owl shirt. Percy threw up his hands in exasperation.
"Guys, one at a time!" He reminded them sharply and Landon opened his mouth to protest. Percy narrowed his eyes and his middle son was quickly silenced. The young father took a deep breath and looked at each of his kids. Each one was unique, but their faces all resembled their parents. Blaire looked just like Annabeth except for her eyes, and Landon looked identical to Percy, except his messy, surfer-like hair was light blonde. Charlie always looked more guarded than his siblings, with his black hair an
I was downstairs, typing away at my computer and listening to some Celtic CD that I had gotten for my birthday, and it was the middle of summer. It had to have been around one or two in the morning, for both of my sisters were asleep and I hadn't seen my mom come out of her room for a good four hours. Clicking away at the keyboard, spinning tales of princesses, swords, large and magical creatures, I sat back in my wicker chair and took a short break. My studio-style headphones perfectly arranged the sounds of "The Mystics Dream" by Loreena McKennit to match the mood of the night... thick, comforting, and full of calm and adrenaline.
A few thoughts were floating through my