#mstarter

Christmas flew by way too fast. I feel like I’m in a post holiday sugar crazed coma. But it was also really nice. I hope everyone who celebrated any sort of holiday had a lovely one!

I’m all for being pressed into service here as a foster parent, but at the same time... is anybody else suddenly starting to second-guess every decision they’ve made in the last week or so?

Minta stood outside the Phobos cabin, one small bag in hand, head tilted back as she took in the large glass windows that took up most of the space in the walls. “Okay, weird design choice.” 

Okay, due to the fact this typically has to be said when I meet new people, I’m just getting this out of the way now: 

Holding the red ribbon in her hand, Emerald looked up at the Wishing Tree, trying to decide what she wanted to wish for.  Prosperity wasn’t going to be a problem, and while happiness seemed like the best option Em tried to convince herself that she was happy (even though most days the truth was she was just lonely. Not that she’d ever admit it, even to herself.).  “So what do you think you’re going to wish for?” Emerald smirked as she asked the person next to her, “And do you think that you’ve got a good enough throw to get it?”

As expected, Timothy had ended up wallflowering.  However, what was unexpected was that this time he didn’t really feel uncomfortable with it...or at least not yet.  He knew that by the end of the event he’d probably be sighing at himself for letting Annabeth convince him (or maybe the correct phrase was force him) to go.  But at the moment, between having good food, and listening to some of the live music, Timothy was content.  Leaning against the wall, with Sammie laid down at his feet, he’d had enough people pass him to know that he wasn’t in the way of anyone, even though that was still almost his reaction when he heard someone approach.  “I’m not in your way am I?” he asked to the newcomer, “Because I can move if you need me to.”

After having paid a visit to one of the food truck vendors, Andre strode into the Chinese Gardens quickly admiring the festivities as well as the natural splendor of the location. Using a pair of wooden chopsticks, he tucked into the rice and beef curry he purchased, gathering a nice bite for himself. Having tasted the flavors in his mouth and swallowing the bite, he thought aloud to the person nearest him, “Well I can certainly say that I’m enjoying myself already, and I’ve only just arrived.”

I have had more Pinot Noir than I thought was possible in the last few days. Send help. No not really, but damn.