anarchist_queen: (crying)
"I got him, Mom, Dad." Leda said softly. "It's over."

She stood before the monument to monarchs past. It was a simple obelisk, but those who touched it would be able to see the faces of those commemorated here. Leda had stopped here to let her parents know that the man who had ordered their deaths was gone.

She stood there for a moment, just refreshing her memory of their faces, then went to join the others.

Word had come late last night that the Dragons had driven back the Giants with minimal loss of life. But for the Matriarch and her daughter, it was a Pyrrhic victory at best. Ember and Smoke were children really, in the way Dragons measured age.

Dragon mourning practices were very private and not for the eyes of other races. But because of his friendship with Leda and the others, they were having a memorial for Smoke here as well.

Polaris clutched Leda's hand as she approached the crowd.
anarchist_queen: (Elf Princess)
War's End chapter 3

Planning, plotting, even scheming )

[Cut for length. Preplayed with the wonderful trinity of Momoko, Karla, and James.]
anarchist_queen: (omg!)
War's End, Chapter One )

[NFI, NFB, OOC comments welcome. Thus begins the finale of Leda's lifelong battle with the evil Lord Corwyn. Triggery warnings for terrorist attack and death.]
anarchist_queen: (yay!)
There was plotting going on. Specifically, Iranon was plotting to lock Leda and Polaris in a closet with a bottle of wine.

In the meantime there was more fun to be had. There were several nice trails around, some hot springs and mud baths, and a scavenger hunt.

And Smoke and Ember had invited anyone who wanted to to go for a ride. Actually Smoke had offered to let anyone who was interested, ride him. Leda still couldn't tell if he was actually confused at the laughter that offer generated.
anarchist_queen: (excuse me?)
The black dragon looked down at the large mug sitting on the table. Of course to him it was about the size of a thimble.

"Really?" he rumbled. "This isn't even a sip."

Leda looked at him blankly for a moment, then turned to his sister, who had assumed human form as a statuesque redhead.

"Is he serious or has he actually grown a sense of humor?"

Ember snickered. "Smoke's been joking around with you since you two met. It's just that his delivery is so dry, you've never noticed."

There was Elven coffee and pastries and other breakfast staples set up on a huge banquet table, as well as a large supply of Leda's Grandmother's favorite human import, hot chocolate.

[For them what knows who they is.]

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