HOMECOMING
'09
The Chronicles of Pendragon
November 7 in the third year of the reign of Talorgen The First
The Clan has been divided on
whether or not to venture forth, on moon beams, to the Auld Country. It
is hardly possible to decline such gracious invitations but there have
been serious doubts about the availability of moon beams being
available for the return trip. Even tonight the moon has shrunk near to
half - not the best time for unseasoned travellers.
Assuming that the Clan lieberry is correct in providing the information that the moon phases are the same as in America and Oz, November 25th will be the next day travel will be possible. Our Laird and the Empress Grace would have no problems because they have trod upon the moon beams often, nor would the Wizard Istari, but what of the younglings.... Might danger lie in the north skies? And what to pack? Wild water flows freely in the Auld Country and falls from the sky. Fearsome idea: water falling from the sky!
Compounding the indecision making is the need for a Roil to comfort huedad in his time of need and the disaster brought about by a mass bathing inflicted by wicked stepmother. WendyO is most adamant that her furs have been ruined forever and trims made under her tail mean no boy will ever look at her again because she stinks. The Laird's winter dread locks may freeze in the night air. Arthur, on the other paw, looks dashing with the deep dark ebon tones revealed.
Sighing wearily, the Laird spoke thusly: Valentine, guard the estate! Wart, lower your tail and get thee to the moon tracks on the garage roof. Lass, stop your kung fu practice and follow. I have had enough of this squabbling and shall head west to OZ while you two go to Scotland.
In the Auld Country thou both shall deport yourselves as worthy Roils and not disgrace Pendragon. If the food is not to thy liking - eat it with thanks. If thy beds are hard - sleep on the floor. If it is cold - exercise or cuddle with the sheep. When water falls from above - seek out a tree if the hall doors are closed.
Many Roils went to glory in the wonders of the wedding of Paris Pendragon and Lady Abby ... as well as the lochs and standing stones and dragon's breath and castles and shaggy hamburg on the hoof. Even mini-Roils sang and toured. All survived.
If wicked step mother, a mere hueperson, could endure the beauty and difficulties, what Roil can not?
There met I the incomparable Princess Grace - now Empress of the Antipodes. Her beauty leads me to OZ now.
Off , younglings.
A great peace then descended on the Northern Estates of Clan Pendragon as Valentine sighed contentedly on the Roil bed.
Secundus! Slow down, plaese Where are we going to fnid Miss Waltrude? Who has the map? My tail si cold. Nonono Boston. Taht is too near the ancestral home of wicked stepmohter. Well, a stop at Legal sea food would be nice. Moonrise was so late we hvae to hurry. To the Dawn Land - before dawn.
Arthur, where are we going to find Msis Waltrude? Secundus, stay with us. Talorgen is not coming to Scotland I tlel you.
Printcess Wendifurr to Scotland. Helol! Where do we get off the moonbaem?
The Clan Pendragon
Assuming that the Clan lieberry is correct in providing the information that the moon phases are the same as in America and Oz, November 25th will be the next day travel will be possible. Our Laird and the Empress Grace would have no problems because they have trod upon the moon beams often, nor would the Wizard Istari, but what of the younglings.... Might danger lie in the north skies? And what to pack? Wild water flows freely in the Auld Country and falls from the sky. Fearsome idea: water falling from the sky!
Compounding the indecision making is the need for a Roil to comfort huedad in his time of need and the disaster brought about by a mass bathing inflicted by wicked stepmother. WendyO is most adamant that her furs have been ruined forever and trims made under her tail mean no boy will ever look at her again because she stinks. The Laird's winter dread locks may freeze in the night air. Arthur, on the other paw, looks dashing with the deep dark ebon tones revealed.
Sighing wearily, the Laird spoke thusly: Valentine, guard the estate! Wart, lower your tail and get thee to the moon tracks on the garage roof. Lass, stop your kung fu practice and follow. I have had enough of this squabbling and shall head west to OZ while you two go to Scotland.
In the Auld Country thou both shall deport yourselves as worthy Roils and not disgrace Pendragon. If the food is not to thy liking - eat it with thanks. If thy beds are hard - sleep on the floor. If it is cold - exercise or cuddle with the sheep. When water falls from above - seek out a tree if the hall doors are closed.
Many Roils went to glory in the wonders of the wedding of Paris Pendragon and Lady Abby ... as well as the lochs and standing stones and dragon's breath and castles and shaggy hamburg on the hoof. Even mini-Roils sang and toured. All survived.
If wicked step mother, a mere hueperson, could endure the beauty and difficulties, what Roil can not?
There met I the incomparable Princess Grace - now Empress of the Antipodes. Her beauty leads me to OZ now.
Off , younglings.
A great peace then descended on the Northern Estates of Clan Pendragon as Valentine sighed contentedly on the Roil bed.
Secundus! Slow down, plaese Where are we going to fnid Miss Waltrude? Who has the map? My tail si cold. Nonono Boston. Taht is too near the ancestral home of wicked stepmohter. Well, a stop at Legal sea food would be nice. Moonrise was so late we hvae to hurry. To the Dawn Land - before dawn.
Arthur, where are we going to find Msis Waltrude? Secundus, stay with us. Talorgen is not coming to Scotland I tlel you.
Printcess Wendifurr to Scotland. Helol! Where do we get off the moonbaem?
The Clan Pendragon
