Tuesday, August 6, 2013

That's the ticket!

Yes, out of the hole of Jeremy Feasel's pocket, a Darkmoon Eye escaped, and fell into Ceniza's lap. Lucky eye, and very lucky mage!

Curious: I don't remember him ever once saying "Well done" at the end of a battle, but this morning he did.

Now, I am not certain their story has ended, however; though he did hand her a lovely purple velvet box tied with a golden ribbon, got down on one knee, and sent Fezwick for Moet Chandon...not sure what she answered...

An odd family portrait...

Article: A Matter of Luck

"I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all."
Ecclesiastes 9:11

You don't think 'luck' can be quantifiable? The gods are accountants.


Postscript: Back to all-day trainings, trainings, and more trainings: you know why I repeated that word? Because the information that's being presented is repetitive and dull. And there are eyes watching me all over the place.

6 comments:

  1. Yay! You bested Jeremy! At least now you have your own eye to watch back at all those watching eyes. And yours is better cause it's magic, so there, you watchful eyes.

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  2. Grats! Finally you have your 3rd eye to watch your back. So long Jeremy! Been nice battling you. . Not!

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  3. Grats. Be careful though, he might have enchanted it.. I wouldn't put it past a man whose name rhymes with weasel. You might want to get Mrs Whitworth to check it out.

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  4. I agree - I don't think Mr. Feasel is through with that mage quite yet..

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