The sims and dragons

Hi.

I was supposed to wait in line for tickets for the Hobbit-premiere, but thank god we didn't do that, because it's snowing. Snowing! Although I did take an 1.5h walk around the city. It was nice, although I am still kinda damp. And cold, hrr.

That said, I'm going to Kuopio tomorrow. And seeing as we're not gonna go to the Hobbit-premiere as planned, I'm gonna be there until Christmas. Just fyi. I'm gonna just be hanging at Gigantti for the whole of December, haha.

I've been playing a lot of Sims3 lately. That's actually why I didn't write last week, I meant to write but then I accidentally played Sims for the whole evening. Anyway, I bought this additional city and with it came..... DRAGONS! YEAH! Well, baby dragons, but they're super cute and spit out rainbow sparkles. They're technically an item, I think? Like they're not pets, like cats and dogs and horses, but they hatch and stand on the floor and you can pick them up and carry them on your shoulder and feed them and I don't even know all the things you can do with them. Anyway.

So naturally I made Robin and Carina! With Dragon Valley (that's the name of the neighborhood) came a few really cute fantasy-themed outfits, so that was fun. I think they look pretty good. They also have a dog (based on Robin's dragon) called Taffy, because he's a golden-yellow-brown color and why the fuck not. They also have a cat because Tiinu wanted to make one. She's called Marianne Fazer, because Tiinu is a chocoholic.

So far they haven't done much. Robin is a police officer and Carina is pursuing politics, working as a coffeerunner at the city hall. The cat is actually nocturnal, and it's kinda silly when she's always up when everyone else goes to bed, so I just explore the neighborhood with her during night. She actually knows more sims than the others, even if half of them are ghosts. (There's a cemetery nearby, haha.) Everyone gets along really well, even if I haven't really gotten to the point of introducing them to many other people in the city. They know their co-workers, but that's pretty much it. But it's cool, I'm just starting.

There's a movie thing at Finnkino tonight that we might be going to, but I don't know yet. Because of the whole hobbit-ticket-line the cinema is open throughout the night and they show all kinds of movies for a really cheap price. There's a few movies I'd like to see that they show, but we'll see. I mean it is kinda late.

Not that it'd matter much really, because I have had trouble falling asleep before 4am anyway, so I might as well use the time I'd spend tossing and turning actually doing something fun. But I yeah, that isn't for another six-ish hours so we'll see.

Anyway, I wrote a new beginning to my dragon rider story and I thought I'd post it to get some input. So here you go.

Pie out.

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“That is the most idiotic thing I have heard.”

Timmy's already pinkish face flushed scarlet with anger, and the stone he flicked sank without skipping because of the too hard throw. With a huff he turned to face Camilla, who was the very picture of calmness, weighing a stone in her plump hand and pointedly not looking at Timmy.

“I heard Mr. Parrish talking to my mom,” he said with a surprising amount of conviction. “And he said –”

“I don't care what Mr. Parrish said,” Camilla interrupted. “There is simply no way the King is a part of some weirdo cult trying to take over the world.” She pushed her ink black curls behind her ear and flicked the stone, scoring an impressive 16 skips before the stone disappeared under the small waves.

Mr. Parrish – who was the town's merchant and as such the only person to ever visit more urban areas of the Kingdom – was a good source of capital-gossip, but he had a tendency to get fixated on all sorts of conspiracy theories, and sometimes it was hard to know which of his stories were true and which figments of his imagination, caused by his slight paranoia. He was a good man, if a bit confused. This particular rumor about the King being a weird cult leader without anyone knowing had started after his last visit to the capital, when he had allegedly seen a group of hooded figures enter through a hole in the wall around the castle. In a small town like Lendá every gossip was big news, so the story had blown somewhat out of proportion, but it's unlikely anyone took the poor man seriously.

Peter, who had so far been just quietly listening to the exchange, decided to chime in with, “No, I'm sure it's true. Just like that time he said there is a hidden island in the middle of the Western Sea inhabited by a fierce tribe of dragon warriors, despite decades of trading West with no one ever stumbling across it.” He smirked as Camilla giggled. Timmy sat down on a rock with another huff and crossed his arms. “Come on, Timmy, we're not making fun of you,” Peter said and clapped Timmy on the shoulder. “It's just, old man Parrish's stories have really been farfetched recently.”

“I reckon...” The three pairs of eyes turned to look up where I was sitting on top of the large boulder – referred to as the Throne, due to it's chair-like shape – and I scratched my cheek absently. “I reckon anything's possible, really. Not saying it's likely, but how exciting would it be? I mean, a secret organization trying to enslave the world? It would be a proper adventure to put a stop to that, eh?” I grinned madly at my friends, Timmy and Camilla wearing twin expressions of amusement and Peter's grin growing by the minute. Finally he burst out laughing.

“Really, Robin,” he said between chuckles. “Is adventure all you ever think about?”

I shrugged and hopped off the Throne, bending down to sift through the stones, looking for a good, round one. “Not really,” I said, picking one up and throwing it up and down in my hand for a bit. “Sometimes I think about kissing your sister, but I think that would make things a bit weird for all of us, eh?” I flashed him a wide smile as I stood up, and flicked the stone across the river. From the corner of my eye I could see Peter open and close his mouth for a while until finally sighing and shaking his head. The stone sank underwater with a small 'blub' after 15 skips and turned back to my friends, grin still firmly in place. Camilla was barely containing her laughter whereas Timmy was starting to look uncomfortable.

“I really doubt Lucy would be interested in you,” Peter finally said and flicked his own stone across, scoring only eight. I shrugged again.

“I don't know, I do come from a very good family. I think she would be lucky to marry me! Although I suppose she has seemed a lot more interested in Robbie, so I guess I'll stand down quietly.” Peter raised his eyebrow and I saw a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, which he promptly hid by bending down and picking up another stone. This time he scored 13.

“Speaking of families,” Camilla intervened, “it's getting kinda late, isn't it? We'd better head home soon.” We all muttered in agreement and picked up our stuff. I flicked one last stone, still not managing to best Timmy's amazing 18 skips, and we left back to the village with Timmy declared The Ruler Of Everything for tomorrow, wearing a flower crown Camilla had made at some point during the afternoon.

That night I dreamed of adventures.