Edema Rue

@Ookla the Raveness @Ookla of Ravens

Coppercloud Inn Ela was sitting alone at a table near the back, holding a rat.

Me too! I'd love to play, but I already need to spend less time here.

“Yeah,” Rue said. “They nearly killed you and neither of us could do anything about it. How will it be different this time?”

Pilly, being very large, started shielding Elan and Canada from all the lemon drops.

“They’re not the only ones,” Zira muttered. “It’s been three weeks since I’ve eaten. Do we have any more…disposable prisoners?” Let them think the hunger controls me.

Okay, so today in sacrament meeting we had a high council member give a talk. At one point in it, he compared the church to the island of misfit toys, from Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. This is kind of a silly comparison, at least for most people… But. I was just in Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, playing a misfit toy. And since I was playing the part, I’ve had to make a silly cartoon into something a lot more…human, I guess. Anyway, that talk really struck me so I’m going to monologue about it in case anyone else needs to hear this today. To those who don’t know, the island of misfit toys is where all the toys that “no little girl or boy loves” go. So there’s a spotted elephant, a plane that can’t take off, a bird that swims, and so forth. They’re all misfits. “Why can’t I fit in” is their eternal question. Some of them are bitter or angry, but most of them are just sad. They want so badly to be a part of something they’ve spent their entire existence’s dreaming about, and yet they know they’ll never belong. But they hold onto a hope. A hope that someday, someone will take them to a place where they are loved. Where they are enough, despite all their flaws. Where they can finally be a part of all the joy of Christmas Day. The church isn’t perfect, and neither are the people within it. And sometimes it takes years of lonely disappointments, but Christ lives. Isn’t that wonderful? He lives. And His grace can make up for our weaknesses. He lives and through Him, we will too. We can get off the metaphorical island; we aren’t stuck. “There’s always tomorrow for dreams to come true. Tomorrow is not far away.”

She shrugs hesitantly. “Didn’t work last time.”

Look at that soft neck of hers, one bite is all it would take, one moment and then she’d be gone, and how wonderful it would taste…yes…her blood on my tongue, and the look in her eyes when she sees who’s really in control… “But of course,” Zira said. “I held the last games together with that silly old man and the idiot boy, didn’t I?”

“It’s good to be doing it with people who are actually competent,” Zira said, licking her own fangs.

That’s good! <33

The snail waved one of its eyestalks at the butterfly excitedly.

Okay …getting this back on track, @OokIa the Believer - architect of chaos

We did though…

The snail looked impressed.

“Just stay alive this time.”

Aaaahhhh I don’t knowwwww

The snail prepared to steal the sandwich from whoever the light has it right now.