My name is Eilidh
Aspiring journalist and writer
Teller of very bad puns
Beg For a Sheep — Cyrion & Siobhan Tabris
"My poor mother
begged for a sheep
but raised a wolf.”—Michelle K., Four Rhythms
"Adaia’s been killed."
Words he never thought he’d hear.
Words he should have expected.
His wonderful, radiant wife, killed. By humans, of course—and he forces himself to think humans and not shems. They couldn’t afford words like that or the sentiment they represented anymore. They could never afford them in the first place, but Adaia paid the price all the same.
Siobhan is just old enough and just enough her mother’s daughter to be angry when they get the news. Thirteen years old, barely up to his chest, all flailing rail-thin limbs and snarling in the shadow of the vhenadahl. Curses, threats, and foul words spill from her mouth, and he may have wondered where she learned those, did he not know his wife.
He hears her spit, “shems,” and it is time to go inside. The neighbors watch them go, some with sympathy, some with caution. He knows the sort of words they’ll whisper when he and Siobhan are out of sight. Words like “trouble.”
He tries. Maker help him, he tries.
How to Love a Runaway Slave — Fenris/unspecified
one. Be prepared for him to surprise you often. He is used to walking softly, so as not to accidentally be mistaken for a person rather than furniture. This is not a habit he is likely to shed.
two. Use his name. It…
People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers” your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am.
You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.
maids, waitresses, janitors, garbage collectors, and construction workers.