Haha I have a big pottery show this weekend and I have a bunch of stuff for it and I'm not late on the update! Woot! I am wicked tired but I'm not too loopy from it yet so baby steps. :D Aaaanyway as usual just incase anyone is local: Prov RI-ers I'll be at RISD Craft on Saturday, no comics tho just pottery, they don't like it when the booths are too uhhh multidisciplined.

Jaren asks, "That wasn't mom?" Leal shakes his head and wipes away his previous writing for a fresh slate before starting a new sentence that Jaren also reads aloud, "Must be fae, took away voice before cold iron, no objects, can't be mom," Jaren jumps up and shouts, "I knew it! An evil glamor caster explains everything! I knew this whole business didn't make any sense!" Jaren runs off. Leal doesn't turn from his slate, Jaren didn't read aloud the question of "Right?" Leal had written at the end. As Jaren opens the trap door and says, "I have to tell the others!" Everyone else just watches him and Terry says, "There he goes..." Before she turns to Leal and impatiently smacks his shoulder, "OK you got a writing board and seem a bit less outta it now, so no excuses, how are you doing?" Leal sweats a bit but starts writing.