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Authors: Viola Grace
Tags: Romance, Science Fiction Opera
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his cutters and equipment. “Have a good day and enjoy your meal. You have earned it.”
Mora smiled, and when he was gone, she scooped Plink onto her shoulder, put on the belt with the feed packs and she headed downstairs.
Tranoth was waiting to have a meal with her, and he was waiting patiently with all her favourites.
She hugged him and quickly pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thank you for the flower-arranging class.”
“You are welcome. If you are this excited about flowers, I can hardly wait until I show you your studio. It is large enough to have six students in it and has enough equipment for all of them. Balen has been donating materials and the students have been refining them.” He grinned and held her chair out for her.
She sighed. “You know, I now understand the phrase home is where the heart is. In my entire life, I have never felt more at home than I am at this very minute. Of course, that might change.”
A tapping on her hip brought her around, and Eska and every child under ten in the Citadel was standing with cups of juice. With a grin, she began to have the juice cavort while she ate her meal. Tranoth was grinning as well and Plink was making that rumbling sound. The tiny creatures finished their dance and jumped into the mouth of their child. Laughter and squeals abounded as the children returned to their parents.
“Yeah, this is home.” She grinned and a happy tear squeezed out of her eye. She sent it spinning upward into the air until it shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, sharing her joy with everyone in the room.
Author’s Note
I can’t resist. While there are a finite amount of Yaluthu, I do so enjoy putting them into the stories. Every heroine needs a sidekick and her guy isn’t always available.
The trick with the juice was inspired by a water park I went to once. UFO H2O. Chunks of water flew from one side to the other and landed like solid objects in a delightful choreography. That image got stuck in my mind and here it is.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
Mora smiled, and when he was gone, she scooped Plink onto her shoulder, put on the belt with the feed packs and she headed downstairs.
Tranoth was waiting to have a meal with her, and he was waiting patiently with all her favourites.
She hugged him and quickly pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thank you for the flower-arranging class.”
“You are welcome. If you are this excited about flowers, I can hardly wait until I show you your studio. It is large enough to have six students in it and has enough equipment for all of them. Balen has been donating materials and the students have been refining them.” He grinned and held her chair out for her.
She sighed. “You know, I now understand the phrase home is where the heart is. In my entire life, I have never felt more at home than I am at this very minute. Of course, that might change.”
A tapping on her hip brought her around, and Eska and every child under ten in the Citadel was standing with cups of juice. With a grin, she began to have the juice cavort while she ate her meal. Tranoth was grinning as well and Plink was making that rumbling sound. The tiny creatures finished their dance and jumped into the mouth of their child. Laughter and squeals abounded as the children returned to their parents.
“Yeah, this is home.” She grinned and a happy tear squeezed out of her eye. She sent it spinning upward into the air until it shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, sharing her joy with everyone in the room.
Author’s Note
I can’t resist. While there are a finite amount of Yaluthu, I do so enjoy putting them into the stories. Every heroine needs a sidekick and her guy isn’t always available.
The trick with the juice was inspired by a water park I went to once. UFO H2O. Chunks of water flew from one side to the other and landed like solid objects in a delightful choreography. That image got stuck in my mind and here it is.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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