The Totally Not-Canon Adventures of Flairé: Episode 1: Lost Blackbird: Page 12: Crowds of ‘Em
drawn Dec 31, ’09; colour Jan 10, ’10
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Yoeath: Are… you staying long, little Leslie?
Leslie: I don’t know, Yoeath. I just got here, and I’m so confused…
Yoeath: That is all right. You little ones often are. Although it is not as if you come here often.
Leslie: Have many people come here?
Yoeath: Only a handful. Young Flairé takes care of them when they do.
Flairé: That’s right! There’s my fudhuindili, her fudhuindon – though I don’t think he remembers much – also a few really random people you wouldn’t know. Like Illi- Esgalwen.
Leslie: But – oh. Really?
Flairé: Yup! : )
Yoeath struggles with personal pronouns while Flairé gabbles on about people he knows while still being mysterious. It’s a problem that I, my brother, and Flairé, Gullac, Zela, and Marteth all have. Flowering bushes take forever, and I’m pleased with today’s chibis.
Cheers!
Last night was Natalia’s Rosca party. We had a teeny tiny salsa circle (three couples on about a six foot square of floor) for a couple dances and Ana brought her guitar (and has Gerudo Valley on her iPod! Win!) and it degenerated into Spanish kareoke. I chose Virgen by Los Adolescentes (of course) but could only really handle the refrain. Good times. Today I have a horn rehearsal at my house (ooh, different) and a flute recital to go to and then hanging out time!
Also I think I may have enticed one or two new people to come to salsa. Come, guys! It’s terrific fun! Wednesday nights, 7:30, Vertigo in the SUB! Be there and I’ll show you the moves (actually Sam will show you the moves and I’ll help)!
Duruflé is the best. THE BEST.
