#cw-grief
I arrived in a dress. It was the first time in a very long time that I had worn one. The last time was my Sieteñera. I still remember Dillodad coming up from his resting hole to celebrate. I was a measly seven sweeps old then. That was the last time I wore a dress. So, really, it was about time I put one on again. It made me feel young. Beautiful, even. Or close enough to beautiful that I could pretend without feeling too foolish. I was there to see her. See, I was something of an underground sort by then. Officially speaking, I had been shuffled out of the game of life by the Empress’s ...Read more
A small catalogue note concerning @grimCue. The placard you don says HORRORTERROR. I have no doubt that this was expensive, in the social and moral sense. I do not doubt that it was selected with great care. I do not doubt that someone stood back, looked at the badge, and exclaimed: Now this will frighten them! Unfortunately, a label is not a specimen. What we have here is not an elder thing from beyond the rim of sense. It is a broken implement placed inside a glass case and instructed to look ancient. A Sylph of Space, once tasked with repair, now displaying every crack as if the crack itsel...Read more