Happy Thanksgiving

To my friends who are celebrating, happy thanksgiving. I'm most grateful to all of you who reached out to me this year after my accident, whether it be to drop me a line to see how I was doing or to send me something to raise my spirits, I am glad you're in my life.

Thanksgiving

I didn't get to write as much as I wanted (WHERE did this day go)

Let me share the feast

( pictures under here )

Here's that outfit. holographic unicorns, unicorn hoodie, hell I'd wear this now...if it weren't pink


Snippet The magic you wove, it’s for healing?” Alessia asked.

Amalia widened her eyes at Alessia. “You felt it?”

She nodded. “I’m good at that.”

“It is not a common skill but a useful one.”

“I wish I could,” Grace said, leaning against Alessia’s shoulder.

Before Alessia could respond, Dan’s fingers twitched in hers. He made a horrible noise, gagging on the ventilator tube. He brought his hand up, clawing at it as his eyes snapped open, rolling wildly. Amalia caught his hands.

“Hush now, Danilo,” she said and then added something in the language Alessia didn’t know. It wasn’t Spanish which Dan knew so Alessia assumed it was Tagalog.

Alessia captured his hand as he slipped free of Amalia. “Leave that alone. I know it feels awful but you can’t pull it out okay,” she said sternly.

“Grace, go let the nurses know he’s away and fighting,” Amalia said.

Grace took off. Amalia whispered to Dan and he calmed. Alessia felt the magic in those words. The nurses came and shooed them all out of the room so they could work. A white coated doctor slipped inside the room as Amalia extended her arms to encompass Alessia and Grace.

“Let’s go find Alon and Efrem, let them know Dan is awake,” she said.

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