Favourite style of art: illustration
Personal Quote: Is there cookie dough?
Dinner Invitation“I can get that ball for you,” the frog said.Dinner Invitation by Cyzygy
“Er,” she said. Then etiquette kicked in. “Thank you so very kindly, sir. I would be in your debt.”
The frog jumped to the edge of the well, landing on the one exposed stone surface among the leaves and brambles, and then neatly catapulted over another tangle into the well. A “plongk”, more…slippery sounding than the sound of a ball dropping into the water echoed up.
“That damn thing sank,” the frog’s voice echoed up from inside. “Pardon my french.”
“Oh—well—if it is too much trouble—”
It occurred to her that the frog, although most certainly a good swimmer and apparently large enough to handle a weighted juggling ball, had not thought this through entirely.
“Can you get out from down there?”
There were splashing noises and a sullen silence.
IV. The Queen of the Undead (was unavailable)The queen of the undead had returned to her demesne, where she was waging an increasingly bitter war with her ex, and the new members had found the new time to be incompatible with their schedules, so it was only Rione and Syrea at tea this week.IV. The Queen of the Undead (was unavailable) by Cyzygy
“Guess what I am doing this week…!” Rione was nearly bouncing on her cushion, which would have been catastrophic in the Victorian room but today they were in the Ichiya-Tei room, where there was nothing to upset; even the teapot had a little recess in the floor to hide in.
“Making salsa?” Syrea hazarded.
“Making costumes! I am working for the Dragon Theater Corps!”
“Isn’t that the one with…?”
“Real dragons! And they need costumes!”
"Ah. That explains the spike in the price of flame retardant ripstop nylon."
“And the laundry,” Rione added. “You would not believe how much laundry I am now doing.”
After several cups of tea, Rione put her mug do
III. Montezuma whatsitsname treeIt was night out. Three stars that were actually distant super-galaxies were able to generate enough light to pierce through the combination cloud and light-pollution miasma hanging over the city, but aside from that the sky was pink. It was pink in a muted, dusty sort of way, but definitely more pink than orange or yellow or red. Or heaven forbid, beige.III. Montezuma whatsitsname tree by Cyzygy
Inside the apartment, the television screen was on but flickered into absolute darkness once in a while. The light played out over a threadbare carpet, the paper detritus of grad school, and a blankly staring boy who looked younger than his twenty-two years as he gazed at the screen. He was hunched over with his head craned upward, and the only movement he made was his thumbs over the controller in his hands. Unpleasant shadows crawled in the space behind the television and the wall, but he couldn’t see them from his vantage point directly in front of the screen.
On the other side of the room was a couch with the remains of a te