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"Young lady," he said, beginning to slur his words. "Won't you come in, and have a drink with us."
Heather had learned early on that alcohol did not assort well with her spiritual powers. If she drank, even a little, it put her at much greater risk of being possessed. (2/3) #wss366

Heather tiptoed past the captain's cabin and prayed, with the noise of the ship, he wouldn't hear her. He was #mercurial, with his moods as changeable as the sea.
His door swung open as she went by. He was drunk and partially disrobed. He had two days of beard stubble and stank. (1/3) #wss366

Heather tiptoed past the captain's cabin and prayed, with the noise of the ship, he wouldn't hear her. He was #mercurial, with his moods as changeable as the sea.
His door swung open as she went by. He was drunk and partially disrobed. He had two days of beard stubble and stank. (1/3) #wss366

#SilentSunday Mill Canal Newt, a stone sculpture at the Mill River Recreation Area. #WesternMass more info: http://www.johnsendelbach.com/p/sally.html

"It's the wrong season for that," Cecelia laughed, then continued, "It takes me back to Candlemain. They made an amazing cocktail there with rum and fruit juices that had nutmeg sprinkled on top."
After finishing their pasties, they laid back and dozed in the shade. (4/4) #wss366

"They're delicious! So savory," Cecelia said. "But what's that seasoning?"
"I think that's #mace," Kelli said.
"Oh, really! It really adds something."
"It reminds me of something," Kelli said. "But I can't put my finger on it."
"Maybe nutmeg?" Cecelia said. "They're both products of the nutmeg tree. Nutmeg comes from the seeds, but mace comes from the seed covering. It has a bit sharper of a flavor."
"That's it!" Kelli said. "Now I want some eggnog." (3/4) #wss366

They spread a blanket out on the ground in the shade and Kelli pulled out two bundles wrapped in paper. She handed one to Cecelia, who looked at it curiously and unwrapped it. It was a kind of pastry, folded over and crimped along one edge.
"What is this?" she asked.
"These are pasties. Mom makes these for when you can't get back for lunch. Try it!"
Cecelia took a bite. It was full of meat and cubes of some kinds of vegetables.
"Are these beef?"
"Yep. With potatoes and rutabagas." (2/4) #wss366

Cecelia and Kelli walked along the margins of the Ploughman's agricultural fields in Southbury. Cecelia took notes and explained to Kelli what the different plants were — weeds mostly — that lived in the uncultivated areas between the fields. Occasionally, they found interesting specimens that Cecelia would collect in her bag to press later.
It was nearly noon, and growing hot, when they arrived at a huge maple tree that stood alone among the fields.
"Time for lunch!" Kelli said. (1/4) #wss366

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If anyone's curious what the flowers mean, I've written a post about the Language of Flowers to clarify: https://stevendbrewer.com/the-language-of-flowers/

"Would you like me to cut and arrange them for you?" Cecelia asked, getting out her clippers.
"No," Serena said. "For this, I'd like to do it myself. But would you keep me company?"
Cecelia smiled and nodded. (4/4) #wss366

"Evening Primrose? Saint John's Wort? Tansy?"
Cecelia sucked air through her teeth.
"My… Yes, I have those."
Serena thought for a moment.
"Any colt's foot?" she asked.
Cecelia shook her head. "No, those are out of season."
"A pity," Serena said. (3/4) #wss366

"We have a lot of nice blossoms," Cecelia replied. "Some roses are blooming, as well as nasturtiums and mallows."
"Oh, no," Serena said. "No. Do you have any #rue?"
"Ah," Cecelia said. "So this is *that* kind of bouquet. Yes, I have some #rue. And what else would you like?" (2/4) #wss366

Serena entered the botanical garden in Ravensbelth.
Cecelia was taking notes in her notebook. She looked up and smiled.
"And how is my sister this morning?" she asked.
"I am well," Serena replied. "But I need to send a bouquet to… an acquaintance." (1/4) #wss366

"Are you suffering from an insufficiency of drama? Do you WANT something?" #DogsOfMastodon

Lambda locked eyes with Totemo and barked.
They stared at one another in silence.
"Alright!" she snapped, finally. "You win. We can go."
Lambda, tongue lolling, preceded Totemo out of the office.
"You sure know how to fight dirty," Totemo grumbled, as she turned out the lights. (3/3) #wss366

Finally, Lambda quietly growled.
"It hasn't been that long," Totemo muttered, eyes focused on her screen.
Lambda growled again, not so quietly.
Totemo looked up, narrowing her eyes.
"And what would that #entail, precisely?" she asked, her voice ominously going up at the end. (2/3) #wss366

Totemo Isogashii and Lambda returned to the office after hours. Totemo had said she wanted just a few minutes to finish one thing. Lambda laid on the floor, eyes closed, while Totemo reviewed figures for a report and then crosschecked the results.
Minutes passed, then turned into hours. (1/3) #wss366

"I'm the one in charge of your security! How do you think it would make me look if something happened to you?"
"Oh. I guess you're right. I'm sorry, Lieutenant."
"Now, get in," he said, with a smile. "I'll escort you back." (3/3) #wss366 from Campshire!

"Oh," Revin said, embarrassed. "I guess I forgot to notify them because this was a spur-of-the-moment thing."
The Lieutenant flicked his forehead.
"Ow! What was that for?" (2/3) #wss366