Leda's private pavilion, Sunday Morning
Dec. 22nd, 2013 01:08 amThere was a place in the Danu Valley where it was almost always raining. It was the way clouds got caught in there. And the part of the sprawling homestead found in that location was where Leda made her home. She had retreated here when Polaris and she had gotten divorced, and it hadn't been easy to pry her out of there.
Now she sat in her favorite chair, listening to the soft thunder, and watching the rain. The same old melancholy resting in her head. Was there such a thing as an emotional hangover? From the high of the last two days of celebration, Leda kind of felt like she was crashing. Maybe she just needed coffee.
[Open for calls, or even if some of her guests are still around.]
Now she sat in her favorite chair, listening to the soft thunder, and watching the rain. The same old melancholy resting in her head. Was there such a thing as an emotional hangover? From the high of the last two days of celebration, Leda kind of felt like she was crashing. Maybe she just needed coffee.
[Open for calls, or even if some of her guests are still around.]