ayy c’mon

[dragonlady7]

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i’m trying to get my shit together to do a chapter update on fit for pearls, but like. i need to have my shit together to do it. almost.

i spent yesterday supervising the children, which ostensibly gave me a bit of computer time, but i did spend an awful large proportion of that saying “thumb out of your mouth kiddo” and “please pay attention” and “can we focus” and such.

I also agonizingly cranked out a scene that started off great– yeah, a convenient infodump opportunity!– and then went drastically sidways. Morvran, you little shit.

somewhere deep down Morvran was thrilled to be aware that [Cirilla] could kill him without even exerting herself. He didn’t want that, but it was somehow pleasant to know it.

I also sat down by the creek for almost two hours as the girls shrieked and splashed in it– they can’t be unattended, the rocks are slippery and it’s too dangerous– and I spent the time mending the torn knees of Farmkid’s leggings, one of which was bloodstained from an early morning Adventure that went very slightly wrong. Hard to match thread colors, but i figured it was best to mend it before washing so the holes wouldn’t grow in the wash.

And in the evening, the new hair clippers Farmsister ordered arrived, so I gave her a haircut much more successfully than the last time when I used the old dull ones. It was a really really short cut though because the longest guard she has is only an inch. I thought about trying to do something artsy but she was like it is summer please just cut it off so that was that.

Her cowlick is inconveniently placed.

I have never had short enough hair to be aware of whether or where I have any cowlicks. Probably I do? Everyone does? But I wouldn’t know. (Your picture was not posted)