Teryl's Tales of Whim~
"Is there a way to fix a broken heart?" asked the robot.
The human was a little stunned but then shrugged, "Eat ice cream and cry a lot."
"I am not capable of those things."
"Hm... a fling? Or a new hobby?"
"Those do not seem logical solutions."
"Can you simply not delete the memories?"
"I... find myself unable to."
"Sounds like logic isn't the answer."
"So what can I do?"
"Have you ever tried painting?"
"No."
"We can start there."
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
The young witch spent her empty mornings cleaning potion bottles and tending to her herbs.
She waved to distant neighbors, greeted visitors bringing milk or bread, seeking either cures or curses.
She spent her empty evenings collecting moonlight and bat gossip.
Then one day a kitten tumbled down her chimney, hissing and mewing angrily.
She cleaned it up and filled its belly.
It chose to stay, filling her mornings and nights with purrs.
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
A tile clattered to the floor.
"Oops let me--"
Another section of the roof collapsed.
"Oh no, I'll fix--"
A wall crumbled revealing blue sky.
"This isn't working," said Princess Keram.
The dragon held a piece of window in his claws, a torn curtain stuck to one wing.
"There's just no place for you in the tower anymore," agreed Princess Serin.
The dragon nodded understandingly, "I'll go find a cave cozy enough for Princesses to visit."
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
Each ivory rose glistened sweetly in the twilight, each petal as perfect as porcelain.
Little white butterflies flitted through the last strands of fading light, dancing on tender, tantalizing scents.
The Gardener packed up their gear, secretly smiling as a rival hid poorly behind the old oak, straightening the "Beware The Thorns" sign as they headed inside.
The next morning the blooms were exceptionally voluptuous, and for now, satiated.
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
"And over on this side of the Quadrant is one of the messiest planets, yet full of such diverse beings!"
T'ul'gt squinted at the bluish orb, rubbing her third chin with a critical tentacle, "Messy is right, these creatures aren't designed to digest plastics but it seems to be in everything, even the wet ones."
"Yet they persist!"
"I can barely stomach this... what else about this dimension do you like so much, Po'ks'wy?"
"It has pockets!"
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
I can personally verify that @nickabocker is a loving, gentle, hardworking individual who has had the world simply kick him repeatedly over the last year and a half, and this, the fire, is by far the hardest kick he's faced.
He and his mother are also trying to find a new home for themselves and their pets (who're very much part of the family).
Please help if you can. Please boost and share the Gofundme link. May we all add some extra planks to their raft.
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
If you've ever encountered Escher Girls (the site/blog that critiques and makes fun of impossible or unnecessarily sexual poses for super heroines), Ami Angelwings is the one who runs it.
She's a transwoman of color in Toronto having difficulty finding medical solutions to her current mysterious health ailments, if anyone can share/take a look at the recent boosts I've made, to try and help her out, you'd be doing the world, and her, a great service.
She is terrified, desperate, and needs aid.
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
"The castle is just too cold," the princess explained, "I prefer it here."
"But it's a volcano," exclaimed the queen, feeling a little steamed in her armor before lowering her voice and whispering urgently, "And here be dragons!"
"Oh you mean Praxinvel and Varm? They're simply lovely; we've grown quite fond of each other."
"Then I have no other choice."
Preparations took a while. Then the dragons moved into the castle, keeping it toasty.
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
The vampire gazed down at the bedraggled group; it was hard to tell under all the mud, "Adventurer blood! That would be a sweet treat; which one of you is the wizard?"
"We'll never tell," proclaimed the likely Paladin.
"Ah hush," said the vampire, clapping his hands, "Let's get you cleaned and fed. Then we can negotiate how many pints I get in return. Also, you're probably looking for Lord Vlusk, two bogs over. This is a hospital."
"Oh."
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
The palace fountains burbled with clear fluids that most would mistake for water.
The princesses had been warned - there was to be no dipping, splashing or sipping.
"If it's not water, then what is it?" asked a wild-eyed princess.
"The air would be bad if it was poison," observed a level-headed princess.
"What if it's flammable!"
"Let's scoop some up in a chalice, instead of bringing flames towards it?"
The results were illuminating.
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
The sirens were excited. They were due for a vacation and they had travel-brochures to help them decide.
"For just a few pearls more, this resort brings you a Continental breakfast-in-pool every morning."
"This quaint little sea-shore town has glass-bottom bus tours so you can always see the ground under you!"
"Here's a more exciting idea; sky-diving classes!"
"Oh heck yeah sisters, let's be harpies!"
"Make way for the Sky-sirens!"
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
The waifs stared up at the bandits, who were somewhat disappointed that the travelers they had ambushed were not wealthy merchants.
"No matter," said the leader, "Search them, surely they'll have journey-food and gifts."
The bandits were able to find, without protest, some food, a pouch of water, a dolly, a cake and seven gold coins. The children were sent on their way.
By evening, dolly returned everything that was taken, and then some.
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
"I heard Winternyte is skipping the coven meeting," whispered Nettlebraid.
"Isn't that her," responded Weberta, pointing at the frosty hat swaying through the crowd.
"I'll bet you it's her ten familiars in a cloak and hat."
"Ridiculous; you'll owe me a bag of slug warts - Oh Winternyte, over here!"
The hat wobbled over, "Mewwo?"
"Nettle thinks you're cats tonight."
"Nyo!"
"Agreed! A silly claim."
"They're not even Glamored, Webby!"
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
In the City of Winding Paths it was said the moment you set foot, you'll find the right path for what you need most.
But those who stepped in with ill-intent in their hearts would forever find themselves wandering empty streets - but only in extreme cases. Most emerged with kinder hearts and dispositions.
Though thriving, the city never grew; the surrounding kings were threatened enough as it was, for they could never seem to even enter...
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
"The ravens are back," announced the apprentice witch, holding her crystal ball upside down.
Her mentor ignored this for now, "What did they bring? News or things?"
The apprentice took a moment to respond before finally answering, "Advice."
The witch perked up, "Oh yes?"
"Our old weather-vane must be put back up."
"What's wrong with our new one?"
"They love the new one and... took it for themselves."
"Should've stuck with grackles..."
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
The human awoke, stretching with a big yawn.
"What a night," he mumbled.
"It's been longer than that," the tree whispered.
He observed the aged branches, the unchanged sky and the wildness of his loyal horse.
"Well, t'was the best sleep I've had, I feel so refreshed... Who is now king?"
The tree told him.
"Sounds like it's time to remove that saddle and groom my horse," remarked the man, "Then it'll be time for another refreshing nap."
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
"Why're you fixing up that old thing? Just get a new one."
"I like how this one works; you wind this handle and it runs at maximum capacity for an hour, or if you move this notch, it can last most of the day at minimum, which is more than enough to tend the herb garden and my succulents."
"I can tell my garden-bot to tend my bonsai from Mars."
"Even if the service is suddenly discontinued?"
"Ugh! Stop acting like that's not a normal risk."
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
"There is food in your dish, yet you claim to be neglected and starving," commented the middle-aged human.
The calico glared up and swatted at the food dish, "It doesn't run around!"
"You want to chase your dinner?"
The cat thought about this, "Sometimes."
"Most other times?"
"It should be brought to me fresh."
"Ah," the human poured a little more out of the bag and presented the slightly fuller bowl.
"Yes, like this!"
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Teryl's Tales of Whim~
The sword and shield had been part of the library long before it was even a place where books could be borrowed, information accessed and resources shared.
"What was this place before it was a library?" asked a young researcher, "I can't find old enough records."
"A witch and sword-maiden's stronghold," answered a senior librarian, a fiery twinkle in her eye.
"Why keep the sword and shield?"
"You never know when you need to defend."
Teryl's Tales of Whim~
"Everything's a mess; she's been cooking up a storm all week," my coworker said at me.
"What type - winter or tropical?" I quipped, trying to cover for the fact I'd been more focused on work than listening.
"Does it matter?" my coworker sighed dramatically, "Everything's damp, there's odd smells, lightning everywhere..."
"Lightning?"
"She says it's her specialty as a weather-witch."
I still think I shouldn't have started listening.
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