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[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Once upon a time there was a hyperactive necromancer - a girl who was obsessed with possums and would Never. Stop. Smiling.

Now, one day this necromancer met a charming man; they conversed, they smiled together (not that it took much in the princess’s case) and soon the necromancer found herself making a promise- a promise to bring many of her possum friends to the lovely place with lots of stars (also known as the Plane.) Now, the man was rather nice to the necromancer and of course she could never resist anything involving possums…

So, in present day the necromancer has found herself able to return home- Yay! This also means that she can fulfil her promise to the lovely man- thus bringing harmony (and possums) to the fairytale land…

AKA: There is now a Cally with about a dozen possums all over her- she is, of course, wearing a huge smile over all of that; even if her possums are looking faintly puzzled by all of this.

Cally does not care: yay possums!]

Comments

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see. [And she does. More or less.] That must make it difficult to talk to them properly.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Not really; you have to figure out a special way y'see- takes a bit to master but it's worth it in the end.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

How long have you been practicing?

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Oh, as long as I've been in the caves- you can't really keep time down there.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

I always find it rather easy to keep time, actually.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

I've never been able too- too many sundials; it never makes any sense.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

It's part of who I am. I can ... feel it.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

...Oh, ain't that kind of confusing?