Who would have thought that these two would make a deadly duo? Amazing.

The way you describe Angel is perfect. Just the right blend of action and little-girl mannerisms.
When she breaks into a 'trot' look out!!

Acadian;
Thanks. I'm afraid Angel's destructive skills are a little stunted so fight scenes per-se have been kept to a minimum but it was fun to roll out her little repertoire for a 'quickie'.

hauteecole rider;
Thanks for the ni'ts In the game, an individual Xivilai is labeled Xivilain so that's what I go by.

Angel adores her Clannfear and would keep it as a pet if she could.

mALX1;
I had to laugh as I wrote that line. I am starting to like Duncan. As you will see, he is very human.

Winter Wolf;
Thanks for affirming my greatest hope. I want Angel to be totally unique. To me she is the embodiment of the freedom to be or do anything you dream of being. Freedom being such an elusive and sometimes threatened commodity.

Story continues;
Duncan sat on a low outcrop of hardened lava. He lowered his head to hide the redness of his eyes but his sniffles were betraying him. "I can't do this." He declared. "I'm no assassin, or warrior, or mage. I'm just a farmer."

"It's OK." Angel assured him. "The first time I fought a Dremora I peed on my shoes." She admitted shyly. "They all talk like that and the first time you hear it, it's really scary."

Duncan looked up as if seeing Angel for the first time. "You really have done all this before haven't you?"

"And you can do it too. Trust me."

A thought now occurred to Angel and she waved a hand toward the defeated Dremora. "See that? He's about your size. I'll bet you could fit in that armor."

Duncan's mercurial spirits shot up as he realized the armor was Daedric and worth a large fortune. "Whoa! Me in Daedric armor?" A sudden surge of conscience made him realize that Angel was totally unarmored. She didn't even carry a shield. "But what about you?"

"I've never worn armor and never will. I am a mage." Angel finished her thought with such finality and pride that it put and end to any further discussion.

With hands still shaking from reaction, Duncan stripped the Dremora. "Turn around," he ordered Angel who was watching the process.

"Why?"

"Because I need to undress."

"So?"

"Just turn around."

As Duncan changed into the armor he caught Angel sneaking peeks but said nothing. He was actually quite proud of his muscular appearance. He simply wanted to maintain the social barrier that kept them both at a safe distance. She was lovely but she was not ready to marry and bear her own children. As a farmer, Duncan was familiar with all of the cycles of life and had a practical view of love and marriage. Still, he was already thinking that he would have to watch that no one snuck in ahead of him before she was ready.

Thoughts of farming, birthing, and life had calmed Duncan's jangled nerves so that the painful pinch from the unfamiliar armor brought a surprised jerk which in turn produced more pinches.

Hearing the clatter, Angel turned around in time to see Duncan's involuntary dance as he tried to adjust.

"OW!...OW,OW,OW!... Uh."

"My sister said it takes some getting used to. I guess this is what she meant." Before Angel could expand on Sarrah's comments, a distant growl drew the attention of them both. Duncan picked up the Daedric longsword he had recovered. All thoughts of discomfort were now forgotten.

***

"What are you talking about?" Duncan exclaimed in shock. "You can't eat these thing you know."

"I'm not going to cook it. I just need the heart. I can make a useful potion with it." Seeing Duncan's continued reluctance, she persisted. "A potion that could save your life."

Raising the longsword overhead, Duncan sliced deep into the Dremora's chest in a single stroke. Angel reached into the gaping wound and drew out the heart severing the vessels with her Blade of Woe.

With the heart almost filling her mortar, Angel used the pestle to grind the soft mass into a mush. Stiff, protruding points on the surface of the mortar and matching pestle were what qualified this apparatus as master level equipment. Like thousands of tiny knives, the points gripped and tore through anything the pestle was pressed into.

"See this circular motion? That's how you have to use a master mortar and pestle. If you just bash away, you ruin them. You can even break them. It took me a long time to work up to using this set. I keep the pressure the same no matter what I grind and just use more turns if it's something hard."

From the mortar, the gruesome substance went into a calcinator. "Normally I light the burner underneath but we have this lava flow. I can just set it down at the edge here and it will be faster than that little burner. This calcinator is made of a special material. You can touch the outsides comfortably while the inside is hot enough to set fire to anything it touches. "As she was talking the calcinator had performed. What came out of it was a reddish gray powder which Angel poured into her retort.

Adding water to the retort's contents, Angel shook vigorously for a few strokes. "I used to have to shake forever and I still couldn't get everything dissolved properly but this retort is an expert level one. I still hope someday to find a master retort but they are extremely rare. They are self cleaning so there are no impurities to weaken each new potion."

Angel poured the contents of the finished potion into a small vial. As a final step, she pressed a wax seal onto the mouth of the pink vial. Embossed on the seal was the symbol of health. "I can't make labels in the field but just check the seal. It's marked with the health symbol so you know what's inside." She said, holding out the vial to Duncan.

"Didn't you forget something?" Duncan asked, proud that his knowledge seemed to now extend to an aspect of alchemy Angel had missed.

"If you mean the alembic, I don't carry one in the field." Angel answered. "They are heavy and bulky. They are good for purifying a potion with bad effects but this potion has no bad effects to begin with."

A crestfallen Duncan accepted the potion and stored it in his backpack. His internal self-talk was already chiding him for thinking that he needed to know everything about everything. He was, after all, no more or less than who he was and that would have to be enough. He patiently waited as Angel went through the elaborate procedure of cleaning and stowing her apparatus. The whole process had taken only about ten minutes and was so absorbing that it seemed no time at all. "Where to now?" He asked.

"See that tower?" Angel asked, pointing at a distant structure. The semi-organic looking surface bore the thorns that clearly marked the tower as Daedric.

"Somehow, I knew you were going to say that." Duncan responded.

***
EDIT: thanks for the corrections.

Yay for Angel and Duncan. I finally had the time to catch up again.

This was priceless:
"The first time I fought a Dremora I peed on my shoes."

As was this:
"Somehow, I knew you were going to say that." Duncan responded.

:read: Wonderful!

Puddles. Yes Duncan, she really has done this before. Don't feel bad Angel, you are not alone.

"I've never worn armor and never will. I am a mage." You tell 'em Angel!

Yes, Sarrah could tell her about armor.

"So?" Angel is not yet really tainted with the need for modesty.

Oh my! What an alchemy lesson! Simply amazing! Angel will certainly get a knock on her door from an aspiring alchemist.
(Certainly a much better use for that Dremora heart than tearing a bite out of it and raising the remainder to the red sky in defiance - that sounds like something Sarrah or Buffy would do. . . .)

You mentioned the freedom that Angel has. Yes. And you express it beautifully - like no one else can. I, for one have never considered Angel as 'uber' - she is simply. . . well, Angel - and much to our good fortune.


Doggone those pesky keyboard keys. Sometimes they just add or drop a letter without a thought.
A sudden surged {surge} of conscience made him realize that Angel was totally unarmored.
Angel finish {finished} her thought with such finality and pride that it put and end to any further discussion.

I love the little side trip into the alchemy apparatus and healing potions - (to me that was a side trip because what I found the meat was Angel and Duncan's interactions!!) - Awesome write Master Po !!!

Outstanding, as always.

Duncan's modesty in front of Angel tickled my funny bone:



A couple of nits: in the quote above, you have a period at the end of "turn around," but the speech tag that follows is a dependent clause: "Turn around." He ordered Angel . . .

It should read: "Turn around," he ordered Angel . . .

And it's pestle

But again, a very delightful trip into Angel's world. The world she lives in is very magical, very lyrical and poetic in its beauty and violence. I have enjoyed every one of my forays there.

More!

Great to see Angel running the show. I could imagine Duncan standing above the Dremora and thinking about the down swing. 'Should I?'
And little Angel staring up at him with controlled patience.

The alchemy part was oh so good. :read:
More. More.

New levels of brilliance on display with your most recent posts.



Others have already mentioned that one, but it sang to me in a way that only the best stories do. In fact, most of these have had a lyrical feel- whether domestic or pastoral or martial...

The death of Dulver was a blow, but the story must go where it will- we can only try to be honest in our telling.

I was sorry to see Angel walk into the darkness, even if for a brief time, and I was thrilled to see her emerge intact. It can be difficult to battle the shadows that would claim us with their illusion of protection.

Alchemy and romance and Angel- a potent brew, indeed.

SubRosa;
Thanks. I'm glad you have stayed with us.

Acadian;
Piddle in a puddle
or
middle of a muddle.
That's our Angel

mALX1;
It's strange about the alchemy lesson. for the chapter before that one I had written almost a complete chapter with Angel giving Duncan an Alchemy lesson and then scrapped it. It just was not a good vehicle for me to develop the characters as I had hoped. Within hours, Acadian had posted his dinner and alchemy lesson (different secret revealed.) with its tremendously rich character development as well as a great alchemy lesson. Whew! dodged a not-so-complementary comparison there. In the present case it was not meant as a lesson at all but as expansion on the seeming instantaneous game version of potion making.

hauteecole rider;
Thanks for the corrections and the compliment. I fear my story is a little too tame after reading your first fan-fic posts.

Winter Wolf;
The seeds of the alchemy part comes from an early post in the original 'Angel-RPG'. I wanted to expand on it then but the RPG moved on too quickly.

treydog;
I am so glad to see your comments once again grace this thread.

That passage wrote itself. I felt Angel's sadness thick in the air around me as she rode to Cheydenhal.

Story continues;
Among the scattered remains of several daedra, Angel sat on a bench beside a Blood Well in the brooding, alien ambiance of a daedric tower. She was temporarily occupied with the task of making another potion for their heavily utilized stock. She casually swung her feet back and forth as she sloshed the contents of her retort. Duncan looked on, dazed by the incongruous vision. At last returning her apparatus to her backpack Angel looked up at Duncan to signal her readiness to go.

Duncan sat down beside her. "It means a lot to me that you believed in me. After all of the fighting, I'm even starting to believe in myself," he admitted with a deprecating chuckle. "When this is over, I'm going back to Harm's Folly. I realize now that it takes a certain type to do this sort of thing."

"Do you really have to go back?" Angel asked, her disappointed look revealing more than a passing interest.

Duncan struggled for a moment to find words for the world he had left at Harm's Folly. "Sometimes, Corrick will drag me out of bed before dawn just to stand in the field and catch the first beams of sunlight.'Look, look. There it comes, there it comes. it's so beautiful.' he says. As it gets light, he'll say 'well since we're here anyway let's do a little work.' I do a little weeding and haul some water. Then, as a reward, I'll take a tomato fresh off the vine. I have a little pouch of salt. There's nothing like it. You watch the plants grow and you get a special feeling like you are part of something bigger than just yourself. You water and you weed. Because the plants are strong and healthy, you know the food they produce will make people strong and healthy. It's the kind of life that's all about life, not... this," he waved his hands at the carnage littering the floor.

***

Angel and Duncan had already worked out a high level of coordination which they put to repeated use as they battled up the last two levels of the tower. It was agreed that Angel would take out single Daedroths or Atronachs simply because she could. Dremoras, or more than one of anything meant calling her Clannfear. Then Duncan would act to anchor their opponents with melee tactics while Angel and the Clannfear wreaked destruction.

At last the two stood before the stone; their packs now filled from the caches of treasure they looted along the way. They had grown accustom to the eerie scream of the energy field during the long hours of fighting their way up the tower. Now, up close, the sound was almost deafening. Angel signaled with her hand for Duncan to do the honors.

Within a few seconds of removing the stone the sound rose up to a new level which seemed to reach down into the air in their lungs. The platform they stood on rocked precariously as Angel and Duncan struggled for balance and for a moment it seemed as if they would be thrown down to their death. The collapse of the energy field and the sudden cessation of its roaring sound left them both stunned and disoriented for a moment.

It appeared to be morning in Cyrodill. A soft fog lay on a silent landscape. At last, Angel's eyes met Duncan's. It was like looking into a mirror. She saw the aftermath of sustained trauma and turned away again. Her body bore no injury but experience told her it would take her at least two days to recover.

***

With all of the gusto of privileged youth, Angel produced a sonorous belch which turned every head in the Count's Arms Inn and even drew a small applause along with prim scowls of disapproval. "That's what I call a meal." she announced. In the two days since their return, Angel had fully recovered her composure.

Seeing her smile, Duncan felt the pangs of longing that came upon him sometimes. There was a six year difference in their age. It would be most of another six before she would be ready for marriage and motherhood. More than anything, he wanted to declare his feelings.

The time came to leave and Duncan still had no idea what he could say. He would walk Angel back to Benirus Manor and then return to the Inn. In the morning he would leave to return to Harm's Folly. If there were any more threats from the Dark Brotherhood, He would know how to deal with them. There were ways to set up trip warnings so that he would be awake if they came to call in the night. He might never see Angel again.

"Let's sit outside for a while," Angel said, turning toward the benches of the main plaza. Duncan followed her and they were soon settled together looking at the stars. Angel's hand slid under Duncan's. The sensation of skin contact made them both tingle.

"I want to tell you about me," Angel said. "When I'm in the fields I feel completely safe. I'm not afraid of wild animals. I can either hide from them or control them. I think most of them are beautiful. I feel the same way about making potions that you do about farming. I'm learning to make pictures and I have a chance of being published in the Black Horse Courier. Carahil says that my sister went crazy because she didn't have a boyfriend. If you will have it, I want you to be my boyfriend."

As Angel's words sunk in, thoughts flashed through Duncan's mind in dizzy, rapid succession. "...the Nine...funny feeling...read my mind..WOW!..pretty... What happens now?.. Should I kiss her? What if she got mad?" He tentatively leaned toward Angel. Seeing that she didn't draw away, he came closer until their lips met.

The philosophy you write into the stories is top shelf. The first part of it reminds me of the brilliant 'Solitude' poem by Alexander Pope. Gardening, yes, I understand that.
The second part relates to the hunter/gatherer in us men. Yes, I understand that.
The third part is the topic of those better qualified than me to understand.
I shall defer to those on this forum who love romance and character development. Now, who might that be....

ME !!! Awesome Master Po !!!! Your descriptions of the Oblivion world were powerful - Duncan's inner thoughts, then a kiss - I can only say: WOO HOO !!!

Yes, three themes linked in a circular manner.

Wonderful comments on working the land of Harm's Folly. This really develops the character of Duncan.



Yes indeed, every glass cannon needs a tank to provide her a safe perch.



This is simply beautiful. Seeing her emotions reflected in the eyes of someone who has just experienced the same thing with her.



This is so 'Angel'. I say that because it concisely reviews so much of our little mage and her sister. It also reflects the direct approach that whether because of her youth or her nature, Angel is known for. I wonder if Angel fully understands what she is asking for, or if she is still young enough to be overly influenced by the words of Carahil? Hmm? I have never known Angel not to know her own mind though. Ooh! It will be fun and exciting to find out!

Lead on bobg, as only you can.

bobg, your story is SO not tame! It is full of ups and downs, swoops and dives, soars and struggles. It truly compares to the flight of a swallow - an amazing and beautiful thing to see. Your imagination and your ability to make me see the world through a child's (albeit an intelligent and mature child) eyes is powerful.

You, good sir, are an inspiration to us writers! Your style and Angel's voice is incomparable and unique.

And what a wonderful chapter - from the mundane glory that is farming to the blood and fire that is the Deadlands to the light touch of a blossoming romance - truly the circle of life right here.

Don't worry about how your writing compares to others, because it just doesn't. It just is.

More Angel, and more Sarrah, please!

Angel really spreads her wings here, if you will pardon the obvious metaphor...

This strikes a deep chord within me. It really shows how Duncan has come to understand who he is, where he belongs, and what gives his life meaning:


Angel's proposition was quite strong. Like Acadian, I wonder if she really knows what she is getting herself into. If not, then she will certainly be an ordinary girl! After all of her relationships though, it really is heartwarming to see her making her first steps for something more than just friendship with another.

Winter Wolf;
It was almost a shock to me. Your previously unfailing insight didn't encircle that third part. You didn't miss much. Like many first time romances, this started in a matter of fact, clunk, clunk, clank, clank manner. Two people trying to figure out the unfathomable. It was only Angel's naivete that allowed it to happen at all.

mALX1;
Of all people, you are the one most vulnerable to and richly blessed with love grasshopper.

Acadian;
Thank you my friend. Your insights are so valuable to me because it helps me to see what I have done. It truly was a story in three parts but I didn't see them until you and Winter Wolf pointed them out.

hauteecole rider;
Thank you for the kind anology. I could not keep going if it were not for the encouragement you and the other commentators so generously give.

SubRosa;
I'm afraid our little girl is quit naive at this point although she is acutely aware of a tingly feeling whenever her hand touches Duncan's.

Story continues;



"You should go ask Gogan," Maelona responded, pointing toward a figure at the far end of Anvil's main street. "He can tell you who to talk to and where to find them." Maelona took another bite of her apple and looked longingly at the picnic lunch Angel had brought to eat under the great tree in the main plaza.

"Thanks," Angel responded, happily swinging her feet back and forth. "Would you like to try some of this cured boar? I spread a whipped-oil, apple-vinegar sauce on the bread along with lettuce and tomato. You still get that smokey flavor but the sauce makes it nice and tangy."


Angel quickly took notice of the interest the Nord, Signy, was showing for the expensive ring she now wore to show her commitment to Duncan. She brushed away an imaginary strand of hair with her ring hand and verified Signy's eyes followed the movement.

"You want to talk about the farm?" Faustina Cartia said. "Why sure sweety. Why don't you come up to the place this evening. We can show you around and you can decide if you like it. You do have enough money to pay for a farm don't you?" At Angel's nod she continued, "Great. Bring it along and maybe we can even reach an agreement tonight."

Angel watched the two bandits leave with narrowed eyes. She would be there tonight but her organizer would be amply supplied with potions and poisons. Her first ever encounter with a bandit had shown her that they give no quarter. She had tried to run but the man was too fast and hurt her over and over so that she had been forced to turn and fight. It was then that the weak potions and poisons she had made before venturing out alone on the open road had saved her life. She had sold everything she owned except her clothes to buy the ingredients and apparatus for those first tentative concoctions. He told her to pay him or die. After that, none of them offered her a choice.


The farmhouse window shone with light but the distorted image provided no clue as to what waited for her inside. Angel went to the door and knocked. It was answered by Faustina Cartia who invited her in with a grand sweep of her arm. For once Angel had been careful to recharge her magicka outside so that she was now as prepared as it was possible to be without actually drawing a weapon. Entering, she looked around as though studying the room but she had noticed the distinctive click of the door lock.

"Alright sweety," Faustina said, "let's have a look at your gold."

"But I haven't decided yet if I want to buy the place." Angel said flatly. She made no serious attempt to act out her role now. it was only a matter of time until Faustina would turn her request into a threat.

"That won't be necessary." Faustina said drawing a dagger from a slit in the side of her skirt. "We'll just skip that part and move on to the part where you take off that ring and empty your pockets on the floor. You can keep the robe. It's too ugly to sell anyway.

Angel's hand spiked the air above her and the screech of her Clannfear shattered the quiet of the room. Death was coming to call at Gweden Farm.


***

"AUNTY ANGEL! AUNTY ANGEL!"

Angel looked up from her gardening at the sound of her name to see a half-sized Argonian girl racing toward her with outstretched arms. It was too late to react as she was tackled to the ground and held in an affectionate hug. She raised her head to confirm the sight she had only glimpsed. There, coming down the street toward Benirus Manor was Swims-On-Land. Angel felt her heart overflow.

"Aunty Angel?" Duncan asked quizzically.

EDIT: Thanks for the correction Acadian

This was waaayyy up there at the top of your game! The letters interspersed with the action worked perfectly - brilliant.

I really want some of that picnic lunch too! (I love TES chow)

I read in amazement as you developed the Gweden Farm quest in a 'just perfect for Angel' manner. Masterful creativity, how you tied such a neat quest into Angel looking for a local farm for Duncan.



You have shown your talent with detailed combat scenes via both Angel and Sarrah. This one line ranks way up there - chillingly concise and effective. Once again, something only bobg can do. It really showcases your uncanny ability to choose how much to tell and how much to leave to the reader. No one can paint a full picture with only a handful of strokes like you can. Amazing, my friend.

Hmmm.... last I recall, it seems Swims-on-Land left saying something about hatching time or such. Perhaps things were successful for him?

Just one tiny item:
For once Angel had been careful to recharge her magicka outside so that she was now as prepare {prepared?} as it was possible to be without actually drawing a weapon.

Superbly done!

What lovely letters! So Angel! Mostly girly-girl, but that one short note in the middle was appropriately dark enough to show the mature side of Angel. Thank Akatosh she never sent that one! :woot:

It does make for fascinating change of pace, and a great way to visit a quest most of us are very familiar with. (I'm sorry, but whenever I see Faustina and Signy 'vamping' it up in the Flowing Bowl, I am overcome with the fits of guffaws). :rofl:

Huh, that is a beautiful farm up there in the hills, overlooking where the Strid River runs into the Abacean Sea. It is one of my favorite places to spend time, no matter what character I'm playing. The view from up there is incredible. :touched:

That was very well done, with the way you interspersed the letters to Duncan with Angel's actions in the real world. I always find putting letters in fiction to be difficult. But you made the entire story flow very well with them.

I am also impressed with how you took that sirens deception (is that the name?) quest and morphed it to work for Angel. She is not their usual mark! But it works perfectly. Now Angel will be famous in Anvil for stopping a band of female thieves as well!

His house will look down on Angel's manor !!! Yeah! Really Awesome job you did with the letters, they are hard to do in a story without sounding contrived, yours were perfect! Master Po, you ROCK !!

Add my voice to those who admire the way you wove the quest so perfectly into your story.

You write with the economy of a poet- every line is filled with description, significance, and meaning.

The letters are an additional treat, giving us a wonderful look inside Angel's mind. And now the return of Swims... with someone new :blink:

That was so cool to have Angel misspell 'adorable' in the letter. It really brings out the little-girl feeling within the story.

Your writing is that of a talented painter. A few brief brush strokes and a million images are evoked. :bowdown:

Acadian;
Thank you once again my friend. Angel is of course desperately awaiting the arrival of certain Bosmer with a growing fame.

hauteecole rider;
All of my characters have had a love affair with that farm. Even the dower and brooding Severus Snape.

SubRosa;
For some reason, the letters spoke volumes to me about the budding romance. I agree that it is easy to get it wrong and I hope that I will not fall into any traps with these 'alternate' narrative devices. It was with great trepidation that I briefly use an alternate once more in the following chapter. I expect it to be the last time for a while.

mALX1;
It's always a pleasure doing pleasure with you.

treydog;
As Dulver would have said, "Yes indeed. a new addition."

Winter Wolf;
Thanks. I was beginning to wonder if anyone caught that. I should have known that you would.


"I was too late getting back to 'Shee-ahn-ghi-rah-laii'. All of the available mates were taken. Mar-Deena was too young to participate in mating but she was there looking for me. It seems she wants to be a mage. I.."

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" Mar-Deena excitedly interrupted her father once again. "Please, please teach me to be a mage."

Swims indulgently waited for Mar-Deena's outburst to subside. "I thought maybe you could take her under your wing Angel."

"Me!?" Angel looked from Swims to Mar-Deena and back again trying to fit the whole idea into a world view that had never before entertained the idea of an apprentice.

"Hey," Duncan chimed in, "that would be great." He was already thinking of the relief from long lectures about the qualities of different types of retorts.

"How old are you Mar-Deena?" Angel asked.

"I'm ten." Excitedly hopping from one foot to the other, Mar-deena responded with clasped hands and shining golden eyes.

"Perfect age to start learning." Duncan offered an encouragement.

Turning back to Swims Angel asked, "Uhm, about that Aunty Angel...?"

A grinning Swims explained "I told her you were my sister mage. That makes you her aunt."

At last Angel said "There is one condition." Angel went to Swims' side and drawing him down with a crooked finger, she whispered in his ear.

Swims chuckled as he nodded in agreement. Turning to Mar-Deena he nodded an affirmation.

With a joyful squeal, Mar-Deena once more tackled Angel to the ground.

***

"She's too young to join the Mages Guild." Carahil responded to Angel inquiry. "The guild hall key is too important a symbol to start giving them out to ten-year-olds. On the other hand, there's no reason you can not begin her mage training. I would like it if you became a teacher.

By the way, how are you and Duncan getting along?"

"Isn't he dreamy?" Angel responded. "I almost forgot how strong he is. The only problem is that he falls asleep if I start talking about alchemy."

"Angel" Carahil's voice took on an admonishing tone, "Your not sleeping with him are you.?"

"Oh no. Alchemy never makes me sleepy.

About Mar-Deena, what spells should I start with?"

"None." was Carahil's surprising response. "You should teach her how to make and use potions. Take her on the Alchemist's trail. Visit every area of Cyrodiil and teach her the plants to be found there. Show her how you use magic in real life situations. That way she can decide for herself what skill she wants to concentrate on. Give her some of your invisibility potions so she can watch what you do and still be safe."

***

"Should I use the old Imperial calender or the new Counciloure calender?" Mar Deena inquired as she prepared for her first entry in her Mage's Journal.

"I still use the old one because it's what I started out with but you could use either one." Angel answered.

"Daddy says he likes the idea of a republic instead of a religious dictatorship. I think I'll use the new calendar."


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As I approach the end of this thread, I would like to once again thank everyone who has been reading Angel's story.

I especially want to thank those who contributed a comment. Your guidance and encouragement are the reason I keep coming back here with more adventures from the diminutive hero I created on a whim two years ago.

Oh, this is going to be exciting watching Angel teach a hyperactive child !!! And Snape, my favorite Professor! (and favorite actor, Alan Rickman - woo hoo!). I am torn between this line: "Oh no. Alchemy never makes me sleepy." and the whole "Jernal" as my favorite parts, but it was all Awesome Master Po!

Oooh, innocence!



And us jaded advlts have thought something totally different from our darling Angel! Well, me at least, and I'm sure I won't be alone, if D.Foxy comes along and reads this too.

Another wonderful interlude! I liked Duncan's prompting and encouragement (as a way to get out of those interminable lectures)! :twirl:

YaaY, I get post #200! :celebration:

I love this line:
The only problem is that he falls asleep if I start talking about alchemy.
People do the same thing when I start talking about history, or binary.


This however, is even more delicious!
"Oh no. Alchemy never makes me sleepy.


This one made me laugh out loud!
(2) POTATO ARMOR ------- SHIELD 6/15
So true!



Some nits:


Turning back to Swims Angel asked, "Uhm, about that Aunty Angel...?"
I think you meant:
Turning back to Swims, Mar-Deena asked, "Uhm, about that Aunty Angel...?"


You have a leftover parenthesis at the end of this sentence:
At last Angel said "There is one condition." Angel went to Swims' side and drawing him down with a crooked finger, she whispered in his ear."


I think you meant Angel's here:
Carahil responded to Angel inquiry.


Looks like that parenthesis above wandered away from the end of this sentence:
"The guild hall key is too important a symbol to start giving them out to ten-year-olds. On the other hand, there's no reason you can not begin her mage training. I would like it if you became a teacher.


You can remove that period at the end here, and that ought to be "You're".
"Your not sleeping with him are you.?"