This is Post-Beyond. Scroll to the bottom for Anna’s author’s notes. I have a ton.
Big ol’ thanks to @outside-the-government for her inspiration/support, even if it didn’t turn out like I planned. If you have not checked out her blog, go now. It’s fabulous. She is fabulous.
This is part one of three,but can certainly be read as a standalone. Full of fandom cliches, ‘cause I’ve never had an original thought once in my life.
Also, McKirk. It’s always McKirk.
Jim had convinced them all to go camping.
been transferred back to San Fran after Krall’s attack. Len’s been holed up in the
lab for most of leave, has grudgingly accepted a part time mentorship position working
with senior cadets.
“C’mon, Bones,” Jim whines. “The White River is gorgeous in the fall. Everyone’s going. Ben’s even
had bitched and moaned and grumbled, “Years stuck in space, and the first
opportunity you get, you wanna sleep on the cold ground under the damn stars.”
finds himself in Washington, anyway.
spends most of the first day on the river. He hasn’t gone fly fishing since
David’s illness, and dammit, if it doesn’t feel good. The breeze is cool on his
cheeks and the rush of the water over his boots is a comfort. Ben and Hikaru have
Demora at the shoreline. Ben’s splashing her gently, and she’s squealing.
Picked up a Dennerle Scaper’s tank from a fellow hobbyist not too long ago. I’ve wanted to create a scape using spiderwood and sand for the longest time, so I figured I’d give it a shot.
Took me around 8 hours to scape (that includes time used to wrap mosses/buces/ferns to the hardscape).
Since it was my first time using spiderwood, I didn’t know that it took several days (sometimes several weeks/months in a few people’s cases) for the wood to sink! It also released some kind of slime and a lot of tannins, staining the water and making it slimy.
Right now it looks like there’s a bit TOO MUCH going on, but hopefully the bolbitis heudelotii and java ferns in the background will grow out in the coming weeks to soften up the mid-back where there are a lot of intersecting and wild branches. I also tied willow moss to those branches in that section to soften the look.
I plan to move my red Taiwan bee shrimp into this tank.
Thanks for reading. I’ll post specs of this project soon!
Can you guys guess how many pieces of wood are in this scape?
‘ you’ll FREEZE if you don’t wrap-up ‘ Arya pointed out. it sort of went without saying; but Talia’s cloak was not enough. a good job, then, that Arya had furs enough for both of them. ‘ you should try and sleep. I’LL KEEP WATCH. ‘
ARYA WAS A SUMMER CHILD; born during war and rebellion. they were all summer children, growing up in WINTER. and though she could barely feel her fingertips now, she welcomed the cold. she loved it. it felt like HOME again; after the rainy streets or Braavos and the green, green Riverland woods. these white ‘scapes were CLEAN; painting over the war, the blood, the bones.
‘ you don’t have to call me Lady, ‘ Arya’s nose wrinkled as she huddled with her back to the other girl, eyes scanning the trees.
she had been the first person, excluding her VICTIMS, that Arya had told her PROPER NAME too. another Northern girl; seemingly on the run, too. she wore her sigils proudly and she earned the name. she hadn’t said so but she was PROUD it had been someone like Talia she had met.