Hello!
I'm going to ramble just shortly about 'Firefly'. We're finally watching the DVD's the lovely Snow loaned us and wow - i am really, really enjoying this. I adore scifi more than most genre's to begin with, but i really, really enjoy a future-world that isn't all perfect and clean and shiny and *easy* So yay!
And how much do i love Jayne? A lot! Heh.
Also - it's really *autumn* here now. Chilly during the day and downright *cold* at night, and the *light* has changed. It's autumnal ligh - no mistaking. Everything smells as if it's simmered slowly - all the scents seemed to be richer and stronger and spicier. I love it. Plus - flannel sheets and fuzzy socks! Yes!
There have been kerfluffles. I've missed them *all*. Heh. I like it like that.
Now - onto the fic! Of course, many smooches go to
reremouse, 'cause she tells me when i'm going astray. Thanks, bay-bee!
Previous parts of the story are
here.
Under the Mountain:
( Part Six )ETA:No More Snakes and Ladders has been nominated at the 'Fang Fetish' awards. Thank you all so much!
