Back in January, before we left for our trip (I went on a trip, did I tell you that?), my housemate and I were on a walk. It was the post-tabletop game night walk, lots of gesticulating and laughter and the tension steaming off of us like, well, steam.
Hello there, wonderful people!
As you may (or may not) have noticed, we are now ‘dearthief.blog’ instead of ‘dearthief.wordpress.com’!
What happened, I hear you ask? (I’m pretending, okay? Work with me here.)
What precipitated this exciting and dramatic change?!?
Terriana pursed her lips and helped the rope re-coil.
She pulled out her all-device. “Call the RocketTaxi company.” She said, holding the device between her cheek and her shoulder. She tied the rope to the branch she was standing on and checked her harness again.
Fortunately, the space-giraffe couldn’t peck at her without disrupting its flight. Terriana focused on pretending to be dead, mostly by being still but not stiff, and also by thinking dead-crawler thoughts.