A Stiff-Necked People Oh, my neck still feels a little naked without my collar. Robin pulled it from me as he had said he would, breaking the clasp. No one shall ever wear it again. He is holding the prospect of a collar of consideration before Kassandra. I...sigh...I would not want that kind of responsibility for her. She is just, she is just so very young. So...naive. I can’t believe she asked him if she could call him ‘Daddy’!
Last Friday, or the Friday before, rather, was a photo party. I was on the chainfall, happily turning into a kite with pretty purple bows on my tail when I quite suddenly got most terribly dizzy-sick. I felt as if I was on the verge of fainting. I felt as I have not felt in years. I asked him to let me down, which he very quickly did. I had opened my eyes most abruptly, not being blindfolded, and that made it rather worse.
That Saturday I got put on the single cross and flogged oh beautifully. All the heavy thuddy ones that feel like a deep hard massage and I was blindfolded and leaning way far back into it. I saw me turn into bunches of things, lastly a little dragon with green scales, violet tipped, and a long scully [scurly? scudly?] tail and a snout and I could breathe fire and had little leathery wings and I flew around breathing fire on villages and the vampire gloves was a dragon-tongue licking me. And I realized that the reason dragons have those big round pot-bellies is ‘cause that’s where their growlies and fire-breathing comes from, is their tummy, so the big-rounder the tummy the more powerful it can be. It was way fun.  ¶ 5:34 AM