by Miranda Weaver » Mon Apr 20, 2015 2:53 pm
"I'm not trying to be difficult, Mum. In the last twenty-four hours, Mom nearly died trying to perform a ritual to live forever, which is a heaping helping of irony, but I digress. I've been up to my elbows in blood and breakfast foods and spoken to Mom's patron goddess one-on-one. I'm a little out of my depth." Thoughts were flowing into one another like a log jam, so she was probably playing it straight right now.