I was sitting alone in my room one night, gazing at the stars from my window like they always do in sappy books I've read when it came. Or should I say when HE came. My, he was beautiful. Perfect and purely white with dazzling blue eyes. The only problem was the person that rode him..........

Hi, I am Princess Jaiden Amari Luxsnarion of Marriorn, and on my sixteenth birthday my father notified me that for my present he arranged a marriage to the prince of Baska.

Elinor arrived at the farmhouse first. She jumped into her mother’s arms, chattering excitedly,

Toes pointed,
Leg extended,
Chin high,
Dazzling smile,
The Dancer.
Arms out,
Delicate footwork,
Perfect posture,
Gentle spins,
The Dancer.
Grace,
Style,
Attitude,
Beautiful,
Is The Dancer.

My grandpa sat me down one day and said “My Dear it’s Time”
“It’s Time to tell you all about the old foolish Nine.”
“The foolish Nine, alas, such a tragedy.
But I’m sure thankful it didn’t happen to me.”
“The foolish Nine were nine old men who decided to go out west
But halfway there they stopped for lunch an’ started arguin’ ‘bout what tastes best.
Now these old men where ornery, as ornery as some mules.
So these old men kept arguin’ a long way past noon.
They kept up this disagreement till the sun was gone,

Part Five: Where Rhys is Compared to a Riddle, and Brey Wishes for Answers

For those of you who have read Roasting Marshmellows and wonder why Frida rarely spoke and where she came from, here is her story.

I’ve had some thoughts recently about homeschooling, and I thought I would share them with you. Perhaps they are a bit disorganized; for this I apologize. But they are issues close to my heart. Perhaps one of these days I will organize them into a series of well thought-out essays.

....By, Two Previously Exceedingly Bored Girls

An approximately eighteen year old girl lived in the basement of an evil old mad scientist. She could not speak, but had a brother who could understand her sign language. He interpreted for her to the evil old mad scientist who did not listen anyway.

She was the subject of his experiments and so had blue skin and pink eyes. One day, the evil old mad scientist decided to see if he could switch her eye and hair color; because he succeeded, she now had pink skin and blue eyes.

"Look, Frida. Aren't the flames lovely? They look like toungues, licking that marshmellow of yours!" the tall man said. He looked down to the young girl, Frida, whom of which he was addressing.
Frida smiled and nodded, though it was obvious she was trying to concentrate. She focused intently on the marshmellow she was roasting. It couldn't be too burnt, nor undercooked. It had to be perfection.