Princess (Wind Head) 王女様（風頭）

Mia’s Diary (Mushroom Hunting with a Fellow Mushroom Person)

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*** Mia Tearmoon ***

The Twentieth Day of the 10th Month
Today, I harvested some lovely mushrooms that tasted delightful when poached in wine. I amazed the chef with my culinary knowledge when I suggested the mushroom dish. He did a marvelous job pairing them with braised lamb chops and stewed yellow moon tomatoes. The mushrooms were arranged along with sprigs of wild Sealence parsley in a #circle around the chops; it was very artistic. 🎇X4
The presentation only🎇X3 But the mushroms 🎇X5+

At the same time, I used the knowledge from Miabel’s book to save a fellow mushroom person from the Norns. Thanks to my warnings, she also knows not to eat squashed hedgehog mushrooms, baneberry (or is it bugbane?), wind-head mushrooms, and lemony milk-caps though she seemed a little foolish, and might ignore my warnings. Of course, not everyone is born with common sense.

Side note: Four-Eyes says he has no idea what country she's from, so we can’t send her country food aid.

Part 8 of 8: Complete

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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 31: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part Q

#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 8/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet

I was seated at a table with three other unaccompanied women, including Miss Pang. I resisted altering Emily and my plan for fear of spoiling it. That didn’t mean I would waste an opportunity if it arose.

When the youngest woman asked me what I did, I replied, “I’m a prestidigitator, commonly called a stage magician. I do the usual things, but I specialize in reading minds and foretelling the future.” Any other answer would have been suspicious and awakened fears from Miss Pang who had witnessed my performance in the lounge.

There was a rapid plunge in my social capital in the #wake of this announcement. Oh well, only Miss Pang concerned me, and she ignored the conversation.

“Do a trick for us,” the young woman asked.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have any of my gear. Most involve sleight of hand, except for the divination and mind-reading. I’m an experienced medium.” I hoped my memory was correct that spiritualism was in vogue.

“Oh, tell my fortune, please,” the woman said.

I smiled inwardly, knowing she was playing right into my hands. “That is a bit of a problem. Ever since getting on the Hindenburg, I can’t see anything, just darkness and… Anyway, it’s never happened to me before, but I’m sure it’s nothing.” I tried to make it sound slightly ominous while not overplaying my hand.

“You read minds as well?” Miss Pang finally deigned to notice me. “Surely you haven’t lost that?”

“No, ma’am, or should I say, Miss Emily Pang, the reporter from Arkham. You’re someone with an interest in mind-reading. Oh… well, that’s enough. Perhaps we should talk later. Tomorrow, privately?” With anyone else, I wouldn’t have tried that, but I knew that Miss Pang took mind-reading seriously.

I could feel her appraising me and imagined her thinking, “Is she German counterintelligence, a humbug, or the real thing?” It was time for me to stop; otherwise, I would seem too eager.

“You must read my mind too,” the young woman jumped in again.

“I think that is enough on the subject,” I said.

The fourth woman finally spoke. “Indeed, more than enough.”

“Tomorrow, then,” Miss Pang said.

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Rosebud

Part 2: Eden

#FanFiction Esther and Erie by @art_of_goulwenr

#Wss366 8/12

Esther whispered the name, “Rosebud.” The pony figured at the heart of her few cherished, pleasant childhood memories. A remembrance she needed now to drive away the loathsome stench of blood, the crimson-soaked ground, and the horror of being forced to watch.

She caught the thread of a well-worn recollection—the day she received Rosebud. Her father had purchased her brother a horse: a tall bay of stately stature. “A gentleman needs to sit a horse well,” he had said. “It is best to start at an early age.”

Her brother regarded the towering beast with fear, sniveling and shrinking away.

Beside the bay was a dun pony, a rose blaze rampant on its dainty brow.

Casting a look of contempt at his son, Father turned to Esther. “She’s a sorry little thing, but you need to learn to ride too. They practically forced her on me, something to do with her withers.”

His words were worthless to her, a sooty wind amid the Birmingham factory stacks; Rosebud was a divine animal and entirely hers.

That memory was among her dearest, alongside foggy morning trots in the hills. The dew would dampen her legs where the bracken brushed them, and the startled thrush would take wing from the hawthorn at their passing. Rosebud had taken her far from the mines and factories with the drained, lifeless faces of workers.

A smile touched her lips as she remembered Rosebud’s delighted whinny at the offering of an apple or sugar cube.

Recollections of Eden eased the headache, and through the window broke the sun. She took up her pen and began the letter anew. “Honorable Sirs, pertaining to my debts...”

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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 30: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part P

#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 8/11. Cold/freezing in your story

By the time we got to the cabin, Emily had calmed down. Instead of a lecture, she said, “The steward must have been in a cold sweat. There he is, fishing for more tips, and you turn out to be a health faddist. Do people in the future actually eat that stuff?”

“It’s popular. You can find it at any supermarket — you do have supermarkets, right?”

“We do, but not in Arkham. Boston has an A&P and a Safeway.”

“I’m sorry, I should have known yogurt might be an anachronism.”

“Forget it; that’s past and gone. It’s hard to believe that yogurt and probably whole wheat bread would become popular.”

“That too, but no flying cars or personal jet packs, but we have no-#fault auto insurance.”

A smile tugged at Emily’s lips. “That’s disappointing. Now, about tipping…”

Once Emily finished her quick lecture on current idioms, we turned our attention to testing our new abilities. We shared the same standard skills, though we each had our own drawbacks. Anything involving dematerialization fatigued me: flying, passing through walls, invisibility. Anything involving materialization fatigued her: visibility, picking up objects, etc. Overdoing it left us cold, shivering, and unable to move.

“I’m worried about your plan,” Emily said. “What if you materialize halfway down and fall? We don’t have any proof you can’t die. You just assumed that.”

“It’s a risk, but we can’t test it. Please don’t test it!” I threw my hands in the air with a look of mock alarm.

Emily missed the joke. “Good Lord, of course I wouldn’t test that.”

That was too much, and I broke out laughing. “And that’s how it happened! To test the theory, the intrepid spy fired three shots from her pocket revolver. The ghost dodged, only to be engulfed in flames as the bullets ignited the hydrogen. And now we return you to our sponsor, Hydrolux, the dish detergent you can count on.”

Emily’s expression set me off again; a moment later, she was laughing too. “You’re quite a card, you know.”

The dinner chime cut off any witty retort I might have had.

“I’m looking forward to it. The menu says we have a choice of Dover #sole or fillet of beef with mushroom sauce—but no flaming cherries jubilee for dessert. Such a shame, just chilled brandied peaches.”

“Better hurry, or you’ll miss it. It wasn’t the spy who caused the explosion; it was the cook when they flamed the crème brûlée. The sole survivor was the dishwasher, who fell into a tub of Hydrolux suds. Seriously, though, watch out. Dinner could be a conversational minefield; you do come out with some odd turns of phrase.”

I gave her a thumbs up as I departed. If she said anything more, I didn’t hear it over the announcement of dinner.

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