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The Lyrebird King - Chapter 1
He never knew that night would change his life but hindsight always was crystal clear, wasn’t it?
The hooded figure on the outskirts of the crowd quickly collected his winnings before making a wide berth around the myriad of fighters featured in the ring throughout the night and toward the man that had added some extra heft to his purse.
“You fought well,” Caius greeted, for lack of anything better to begin with, while ensuring his steps were clunky and audible as he approached. “But then again, I knew you would.”
The fighter glanced up from beneath his tousled auburn fringe, verdant gaze narrowed into a glare as he spat a mix of blood and saliva onto the dirt beside him.
“Oi, thanks for that by the way - put a fucking target right on my head with that hefty bet.” He snarled, and the blood on his pearly white teeth sent an unbidden thrill down Caius' spine.
“And yet your winnings are all the greater for it,” Caius replied and placed an additional pouch of coin on the weathered crate beneath him. “You fought as if it was for your very survival, I watched you stretch and wrap your hands before the match even began. I think you’ll find the risk I took was calculated, and I happen to be quite skilled at arithmetic.”
“Hmph,” Aries, the event crier had called him, snorted and snatched the pouch away. Still, it seemed the monetary apology was well received as he crossed his legs and leaned further back on his wooden perch rather than escape the encounter. “Calculated or luck, doesn’t matter to me, but I’m happy to take the coin from you.” He licked over his teeth as his eyes roamed over the lithe form in front of him, the cloaked figure a monument to androgyny and obscured gender boundaries.
“Do you participate in these fights often?” Caius wondered, lowering his hood and instead peering from beneath inky black, swooping bangs.
“Now and then.” Aries met his gaze as if making a challenge or a threat, and Caius could only commend him for being the cautious sort.
“Perhaps I’ll have to stop by more often, though I’d loathe becoming a regular patron of this sort of entertainment.” He didn’t quite curl his lip in disgust but the message was clear nevertheless.
“If it’s not something you enjoy then why did you place a bet in the first place?” Aries wondered, thumb swiping back and forth over the bunched-up sleeve at his elbow.
“Curiosity; my reason for doing most things,” Caius confessed with a slight smirk as he lifted himself to sit on a crate parallel to Aries. “I wanted to see if my instincts were correct - It was as much a test for myself as it was for you, though perhaps to a less physically damaging extent.”
“S’pose it’s better than most of the puffed-up nobles that deign to grace us with their presence,” Aries’ words were laced with disdain and malice, and if he hadn’t already had Caius’ full attention that certainly would have done it. “The extra coin doesn’t hurt either.” he chucked a thumb over his shoulder towards the gifted purse he’d stashed away.
“Oh? Do many nobles come to this sort of thing? I wouldn't think they'd want to get their shoes dirty.” Caius gestured to the scattered puddles of mud, the smatterings of blood, and the general filth that came with an illegal fighting ring in the back alleys of Larkfield.
“You’d be surprised,” Aries snorted and finally began gathering all his things into a large pack, “But I should clear out of here, too much lingering is always bound to draw the guard.”
“Why don’t I buy you a drink and we can continue this conversation?” Caius proposed as he crossed one leg over the other and leaned forward just slightly, a charming smile curling across his lips and a mirthful crinkle in the corner of his eyes.
Aries turned to face him and when his eyes trailed along Caius’ perched form the latter knew he’d caught him in his web.
“Yeah, alright. Not from Wounded Wyrm, though. Fuckin’ bastard that runs the place waters down his drink and thinks no one notices.” This wasn’t news to Caius but it wasn’t widely known information, most were just happy for a cheap drink. It piqued his interest in Aries all the more for it.
“Lucky Gryphon it is, then.” Caius hopped down from the crate before turning and making his way through the labyrinthine alleyways with all the confidence of someone who knew the town almost as if they’d lived here their entire life. He didn’t look back to see if Aries was following, the swishing sounds of fabric and plodding footsteps behind him were enough to confirm his company for the evening.
It didn’t take long for Aries to fall into step beside him, long legs and confident stride quickly eliminating the distance. Silence lingered between them as they made the short jaunt to the tavern and yet the quiet did not feel oppressive to Caius in the way it did with most people, and that alone had him tugging his cloak tighter around himself. He could just hear the inhale of Aries readying to speak as they rounded a corner, the tavern door thankfully just in front of them now and silencing any unspoken words.
“After you,” Caius held open the door with the toe of his boot, observing the curious way Aries’ head tilted before passing into the muted murmurings of the pub. He followed like a shadow, nearly molded to his back without touching before passing by and gesturing to a table in the corner of the room – secluded, but within sight of the stairs leading to the upper floor as well as a clear view of the doorway.
“Why don’t you grab us some drinks and I’ll hold down the table?” Caius offered, already pulling out a chair and falling into it, limbs spread in a facade of comfort and luxury. He pretended he didn’t hear Aries’ grunt as he set down his bag and stalked to the bartop.
Caius kept his eyes on Aries’ broad back throughout the entire interaction, gaze trailing down to his hands and watching every slight twitch and turn as he handled their tankards and brought them back to the table with a ‘thump!’ and a drizzle of foam.
“Here you are.” He nearly growled as he sat in his own chair across from Caius and crossed his feet at the ankles, “Now, you gonna tell me where someone like you gets that kind of coin to blow?” He questioned as he took a sip of his own mug, licking away the foam mustache that lingered behind.
Caius paused a minute before lifting his own to his lips and drawing in a long contemplative sip. Almost silently, he set the tankard down before he crossed his arms over the tabletop, leaning forward and speaking in hushed tones.
“You see, I’m actually an exiled prince on the run.” He whispered, eyes narrowed and mouth pinched in a serious expression.
“Seriously?” There was a hint of disbelief in Aries’ tone, but more there was awe and a bit of… hope?
“Absolutely not, I’m just someone with a lot of skills that isn’t afraid to take an odd job here or there.” It was vague enough to not be a lie but it also revealed nothing, damning or otherwise.
“Fuck you, man,” Aries kicked his ankle beneath the table, causing Caius to sit back with a chuckle and shake of his head. “Still, good for you.”
Caius was quiet a moment, brow drawn up in surprise. This was usually the part where someone asked for money, for a job, or whatever he was willing to give. He gave it a moment but when it seemed no such request was forthcoming he spoke again.
“I suppose it is. Took me quite a few years to get here, but here I am nevertheless.” he smiled and took another long gulp of his drink. “What is it you do? Besides the fighting, of course.”
He waited patiently as Aries took his own time to mull over his answer, which only made Caius more eager to hear it.
“S’pose I’m between jobs at the moment, just doing what I can to get by.” He averted his gaze to stare down into the amber liquid in his barely-touched tankard. There was clearly more to what he was saying, but Caius knew better than to prod at a festering wound.
“Fair enough. You mentioned nobles attend the fights. You have any interesting stories about them?” He wondered, setting his elbow on the table and propping his chin in his hand. This was what he was here for, this was the only reason he’d bothered to indulge a stranger in a drink at the late hour.
Aries hummed and finally took a long swig of his ale before setting it down with another clunk, drawing a slight wince to the corner of Caius’ eyes.
“Hmm… There was one a few weeks back, Lord Pendleton, some local Duke or something – Real fucking prick,” Aries began and Caius nodded for him to continue. “Shows up with some puffed-up bodyguard he calls his ‘champion’ and says he can’t wait to take home everyone’s coin. His ‘champion’ only lasts three rounds and once he’s out cold Pendleton starts shouting that he’s going to have the ring shut down and have all of us arrested. Real fuckin’ stupid thing to say when his bodyguard is busy holding down the gravel.”
“What an ass. I have to wonder though, if he’s a Duke why was he so desperate to make money in an underground fighting ring?”
“Who knows? Every once in a while we get some jackass that thinks they’re better than everyone and they come and drop a ton of coin and spit in our faces afterward. Or they lose and threaten us or slink away to lick their wounds. In my experience, all nobles are the fuckin’ same.” Again, his gaze dropped and this time traced the wood grain of the table.
They sat in silence for a moment and once again where it should have been awkward and stilted, it was instead comfortable and calm. Caius shifted his gaze to peer around the tavern, taking in the low sound of conversation, the pattering of rain he could hear just beginning to tap at the windows, and the clinking of tankards and glasses. It was almost soothing in its predictability.
“So has Lord Pendleton been the worst encounter you’ve had?” He wondered, looping back around to the information he was most interested in.
“No, not by a long shot. It was probably my second week attending when Sir Reinald showed up, one of the guards stationed out here, Knight Captain I think,” Aries paused to drain the remainder of his drink. “Damn near won the whole thing, but he was cruel about it. Had to scoop fella’s out of the ring before he killed them. Suppose it makes sense, with the rumors.”
“Rumors?” Caius wondered, taking a perfunctory sip for something to do with his hands, and in an attempt to make his inquiry seem more like casual questioning and curiosity.
“Aye. Rumors float around that he’s involved in human trafficking. Don’t know much more than that, that’s the nature of rumors after all.” Aries hummed as he flicked the rim of his mug and watched it teeter and wobble before settling again.
Well, that had Caius sitting up straight and paying full attention. Aries may have brushed them off as rumors, something idle gossips participated in while shopping in the market or at a dinner party, but he knew rumors of this severity didn’t sprout without some inkling of truth or suspicion.
“That’s awful. Was that the only night he attended?” Caius wondered as he stretched his legs beneath the table, his ankle pressed gently to Aries’. He watched as he raised his eyebrows before answering.
“Mm, as far as I know. I can’t make it every night but I’m sure it would’ve come up.” Caius smirked when he felt Aries press against him in return.
He took a moment to drain the remainder of his own mug before setting it aside and standing. He took measured steps towards Aries, trailing his fingers along the fighter’s broad shoulders as he circled around him and eventually took his hand.
“Enough of this talk. It seems the rain has picked up outside, so why don’t we get a room and learn a bit more about one another?” Caius purred, back arched as he leaned down so his lips were just a hair’s breadth from Aries’ ear. He savored the thrill of watching a shiver travel down his spine.
“Lead the way.” Aries answered and Caius stepped back to allow him out of his chair.
One small detour to the front counter and an exchange of coins for a key was all it took for the pair to disappear behind a heavy oaken door on the upper floor. The soft mutterings of the tavern faded into obscurity and in their place rose soft panted breaths and gasping moans, accented by the soothing sounds of the pouring rain outside.
When Aries woke the next morning, Caius was gone – the only trace he’d ever existed being the heavy purse in Aries’ belongings and the ring of impassioned bruises along the column of his neck.
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It would be nearly an entire month later before Aries would be faced with a chilling reminder of that evening.
“Did you hear?” One of the fighters whispered to another, huddled together as they prepared for the upcoming fights.
“What are you on about?”
“Sir Reinald’s dead,” Aries’ spine straightened, but he was careful not to turn his head towards the conversation. “found against the fountain in the plaza, a stack of papers pinned to his chest detailing all his slave trade dealings. Fuckin’ scum.”
“Can’t say I’m broken-hearted over it. Men that abuse their positions like that deserve what comes to them. May the Stars shine on whoever did it.”
Aries was no fool, despite what he’d been told the majority of his life. He needed to find that cloaked man again and he only hoped he hadn’t fled town just yet.
#bunn writes#my writing#original writing#original characters#original novel#tlk caius#tlk aries#ariescaius#the lyrebird king#chapter 1#the lyrebird king: chapter 1#🌸the lyrebird king#art by cameron mccafferty
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The Lyre
I want to be noticed. I want my words to be sung in songs, to be quoted in wedding vows. I want to be in the diaries of broken souls, used as a dedication in a soft eulogy for a person with too much love. I want to be etched in a tombstone, onto tree bark and then faded away by the weather. Whether my words are forgotten or because they are returning to where they came from; I want to be known. By the soil and the grass and the fungi who will eventually find sustenance from my corpse. I want to be noticed. And then I want to disappear.
#lyrebird#writing#prose#to be human#poet#soldier poet king#i got the poet#and i love it#but it hurts
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Birds really use sound in the craziest ways.
King penguin chicks can hear a quarter of a second of their parents' call and know it is them. While surrounded by hundreds of other screaming birds.
White bellbirds produce a call that hits 125.4 decibels — the same volume as a whole-ass rock concert.
Common nightingales have between 150 and 200 distinct song types. Mostly used for seduction (who's surprised tbh?)
Parts of male zebra finch brains are 3-6 times larger than females to accommodate the complexity of their songs.
The cassowary head casque might have evolved primarily to act as a microphone to broadcast calls so low, us humans can't hear them. They even tilt their head down and forward to make the broadcast more effective.
Superb lyrebirds are probably the best mimics on Earth, and tailor their courtship dances to particular sounds they've "collected." They literally have a dance for the "song" of a chainsaw.
Truly bonkers shit these birds be doing with sound.
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So what exactly happened to magic man to make him end up magicless? Well he had a run in with the King of Lost Things after managing to anger him, which isn't an easy thing to do (More Story info beneath the cut).
With this I wanted to make a piece somewhat similar to how the title cards are for Adventure Time, minus the actual title. Whether I managed that goal or not, I'm not completely sure, but I like how this piece turned out so :)
Now for more detail on the story stuff:
So because Simon is not only a King, but a King of a lot of different species, he's had a few people ask for refuge that had been changed by an encounter with a being they called 'Magic Man'.
After around a century with the occasional mention of this 'Magic Man', Simon decided to look into it and see exactly who was messing with people.
Their first encounter wasn't exactly good, Simon tried to reason with Magic Man but all he did was get his attention. Simon left after giving Magic Man a warning to stop messing with people, but Magic Man had other plans.
Magic Man appeared in the Lost Kingdom to 'have some fun'. He was hard to get rid of, he eventually left on his own, but not before doing something that really angered Simon.
He used his magic to make a bird, a lyrebird in shape, but physically made out of very old video tapes. Tapes of himself, Betty and Marcy, before Betty became an oozer, before Marceline found the crown, tapes that Simon treasured very dearly.
Simon was pissed, but he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't rush into making sure Magic Man got what he deserved. He laid out a plan and gave Magic Man one last chance to make things right before he went through with it.
Magic Man refused, so Simon went through with his plan, somewhat.
I'll save the details for another post, but in short, Simon opened a portal to the nightosphere in Magic Man's house (destroying not only the house but also the Martian transporter in the basement) and dragged Magic Man there.
At the end of it, Magic Man was now Normal Man, and would have been Soulless Man had Simon not relented at the last second. Simon left the grievously injured Normal Man in the remains of his home, taking the picture of him and Margles as one last kick while he's down.
After Simon left, Normal Man was left without his madness and sadness (well still some sadness, but at least now it was manageable). He dealt with his injuries the best he could and ended up heading towards the Lost Kingdom. Even if it was dangerous, he needed that picture of Margles.
When he first showed up at Lost Kingdom, he wasn't trusted, but since Simon felt bad for how far he pushed things he was allowed to stay if he worked for his keep (though he was also on thin ice and near the beginning almost always had someone keeping an eye on him).
Eventually, Simon did give back the picture and released Normal Man from his duties, but Normal Man had grown accustomed to how things were and for the first time in a long time, even made some friends. When he asked to stay, Simon allowed him to, and over time the two grew closer until Normal Man turned into Butler Man.
In present Ooo they're good friends and as his butler Simon trusts Butler Man a lot, even enough to manage the trials for the Enchiridion (which will be explained in a future post).
#Marcy and Simon Au#Adventure Time#Adventure Time Au#Magic Man#Simon Petrikov#Adventure time oc#adventure time Magic Man#I'm actually thinking of changing Butler Man's design to be more injured from this encounter#To make Simon feel like he went too far#Which yeah he kinda did#also because robotic limbs are cool-#my art#multi’s art
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THE FULL FUCKED UP BIRD BRACKET
All birds have been randomized, the seeds mean nothing. Yes pitohui is spelled incorrectly in the bracket image.
GROUP A
Andean Condor VS Loggerhead Shrike
Superb Lyrebird VS Emu
Greater Sage-Grouse VS Common Ostrich
Yellow-Billed Oxpecker VS American Woodcock
Bare-Throated Bellbird VS Giant Petrel
Greater Sooty Owl VS Vampire Ground Finch
Great Eared Nightjar VS Spur-Winged Goose
Common Cuckoo VS Tawny Frogmouth
GROUP B
Great Potoo VS Killdeer
Domestic Chicken VS Oilbird
Tufted Puffin VS Dalmatian Pelican
King Vulture VS Twelve-Wired Bird Of Paradise
Greater Superb Bird Of Paradise VS Perrito
Barn Owl VS Purple Gallinule
Bearded Vulture VS Secretary Bird
Long Wattled Umbrellabird VS Horned Screamer
GROUP C
Oriental Bay Owl VS Anhinga
Pennant Winged Nightjar VS Snowy Sheathbill
Red-Legged Seriema VS Marabou Stork
Argentavis VS Common Loon
Black Skimmer VS Luzon Bleeding-Heart
Southern Cassowary VS Flamingo (all species)
Green Heron VS Great Hornbill
African Jacana VS California Condor
GROUP D
Hamerkop VS Capuchinbird
Shoebill Stork VS American White Pelican
Roseate Spoonbill VS Hoatzin
Terror Bird VS Elephant Bird
Great Egret VS Magnificent Frigatebird
Guinean Cock-Of-The-Rock VS Hooded Pitohui
White-Throated Rail VS Spur-Winged Plover
White Bellbird VS Kiwi
Polls will be tagged with their BRACKET (example: #bracket a) and #tournament poll
MAY THE WORST BIRD WIN
#information#all of these matchups fucking suck /lovingly#these are literally just all bad bitches being pitted against each other#BRUTAL AS HELLLLLL#mod gf#birdbracket
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This is not a headcanon just some food for thought (you can expand on this if you want).
I think we all know most demons are assigned an animal of some sort... Do you think they have them like pets? For example, Paimon, I like to imagine he has a camel at his place ironically called princess. Or like Bael having either a cat a toad or a spider (or all) that just stay with him.
Okay, so... As a Monster fucker lover. I like doing things like this cause I need a center animal when I think for they're demonic forms.
But since some of the Ars Goetia do have a center Animal. I would just go from there.
Hades
Leviathan - Would be a Sea serpent or Sea monster, so Sea Snake.
Foras - Horse, since I'm going by his status as a knight cause his demon form in Goetia is just some guy.
Glasyalabolas - Dog, and a creepy one if fact XD
Neflheim
Bathin - Since I don't know him too well since he barely have content in game, I'll put him on hold.
Gusion - Is a Monkey or Mandrill.
Andrealphus - Peacock
Avisos
Stolas - Owl
Amon - We do get something in part of Beelzebub's bloodshed that he grow feathers and uses them to rush back to get help when we found Beelzebub hurt in that story, so Safe to assume that he had a bird as his animal.
Naberius - Dog, he is the easier ones XD
Bael - I would say, Spider of the three animal that you suggested. Mostly because it a complimentary with Beelzebub since Beelzebub is the Lord of the files.
Paradise Lost
Marbas - Lion...
Morax - Bull
Buer - It would be easy to say Fox with the whole fox eyes his having, I could see it or Just a another canine in general.
Tartaros
Eligos - Snake (This was a suggestion of a friend)
Valefor - Lion (Basing on the Goetia look)
Bimet - (Since they just change Bune to Bimet, I'm basing on Bune's description) Which is Dragon or if we're sticking with real animals, Lizard more so a Monitor Lizard.
Abaddon
Phenix - Phoenix or a Lyrebird.
Dantalian - Hmm... I'll put him at a hold too.
Ronove - Hyena, more so I think that these animal are misunderstood and that people think that they're bad (Mostly because of how the Lion King depict them) and that they're Scavengers But they are actually Beautiful animals and I can see Ronove having this as his Animal (Yes, I know his a cat dad, but I don't see him being a cat or big cat)
Gehenna
Sitri - Leopard
Paimon - Camel
Astaroth - Snake, more so a Venomous one
Leraye and Zagan - I have no clue aside dog, but that's even just me basing on how the fandom describe them (Puppy/Dog energy lol)
Belial - He'll also me put on hold cause I really don't have a animal in mind for him.
Note: I'm happy to hear you guys thoughts in this.
#spark's answer#whb ask#hi anon :3#whb nobles#what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?
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Art Block Support: Winged Creatures
Use the Random Number Generator to help you make a harpy, angel or fae/fairy creature based on the following birds:
Kookaburra
Emu
Kiwi
Magpies
Cassowary
Rainbow Lorikeets
Peacock
Flamingo
King Parrot
Toucan
Kingfisher
Vulture
Penguin
Condor / Eagle
Shoebill Stork
Guinea Fowl
Duck or Goose
Superb-bird-of-paradise
King Vulture
Owl
Greater Prairie Chicken
Stork
Tawny Frogmouth / Pootoo
Budgie
Robin
Cockatoo (Black or Sulphur Crested)
Pigeon / Dove
Seagull or Sea Tern
Sparrow
Any type of Finch (such cute teeny fuckers)
Grebe
Puffin
Butcher Bird
Cardinal
Chaffinch
African Grey Parrot
Lyrebird
Hummingbird
Hornbill
Butterfly
Dragonfly
Ibis / Bin Chicken
Swan
Turkey
Woodpecker
Secretary Bird
Heron
Kakapo
Magnificent Frigatebird
Chicken
#art block#supports#lets get weirdly creative#some of these birds look like muppets come to life lmao
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Which is the most famous park to visit with your dog in Australia?
1. Kings Park
Kings Park Corporate Office Headquarters Address: Fraser Ave, Perth WA 6005, Australia
Kings Park, Botanic Nursery, and Intense Park are overseen under the Botanic Gardens and Parks Authority Act 1998 and Guidelines 1999. Their goal is to inspire the preservation of biological diversity and to create and provide world-class botanic gardens and parks.
Volunteers and staff put in a lot of effort to make both parks what they are today. The eco region in which Kings Park is situated is one of the world's biodiversity hotspots. A staggering 8,000 plant species can be found in the south-west region of Western Australia.
Many of these species are endangered or rare, and more than half of them can only be found here. Around 3,000 of the 12,000 spectacular plant species found in Western Australia are on display at Kings Park and Botanic Garden.
The Botanic Gardens and Parks Authority employs nearly 150 people, including contract, part-time, and permanent employees.
2. Royal Public Park
Royal Public Park is inland from the eastern shoreline of Australia, only south of Sydney. It is distinguished by its coastal cliffs, secluded beaches, and abundant bushland with eucalyptus.
Trails confuse the recreation area. The Hacking River can be seen from Bungoona Lookout, which is reached via a path. The Uloola track goes by Uloola Falls and features spring wildflowers. Echidnas, lyrebirds, and kookaburras live in the park.
Utilises a scope of devoted individuals, including park officers, field officials, researchers, and organisation staff. All contribute significantly to the promotion and preservation of our national parks.
3. Purnululu Public Park
The Purnululu Public Park is a World Heritage Site in the East Kimberley district of Western Australia. Halls Creek is to the south of the 239,723-hectare national park, which is about 300 kilometres south of Kununurra.
If the weather and road conditions permit, you can camp at one of the park's two campgrounds during the dry season, which runs from April to November.
Check in at the Purnululu Visitor Centre to learn more about the park, purchase a souvenir, and ask the helpful staff any questions you may have about this stunning region of the Kimberley.
4. Yalgorup National Park
Yalgorup National Park is a national park in Western Australia that is 105 kilometres south of Perth and south of Mandurah. The recreation area is situated on the western edge of the Swan Waterfront Plain and contains a chain of around ten lakes.
Despite their appearance as ordinary rocks, these rock stars were constructed by microorganisms that reside within them. These microorganisms look like the earliest types of life on the planet.
One of the few places in Western Australia where these communities have managed to survive is Yalgorup National Park!
5. Bouddi National Park
Bouddi National Park is an eastern Australian coastal national park on the Central Coast of New South Wales. The 1,532-hectare public park is located 93 kilometres east of Sydney.
You'll track down a few incredible strolls, as well as any open doors for setting up camp, swimming, and fishing.
The beautiful Bouddi National Park has beaches, steep cliffs, rainforest, and heathland, among other spectacular landscapes.
One of Australia's first marine protected areas, significant Aboriginal sites, wildlife and wildflowers, and even an old paddle steamer wreck are all found in Bouddi National Park. It's a great weekend or weeklong getaway.
6. Lamington National Park
Lamington National Park is located in Australia's south-east corner of Queensland. It is well-known for the rare Albert's lyrebird that lives in its section of the ancient Gondwana Rainforests.
The McPherson Range is crisscrossed by trails in the park's two regions, Binna Burra and the Green Mountains. Mountain vistas can be found along the Border Track.
The Coomera Valley can be seen from the Caves Circuit. Lamington National Park was established in 1915. It covers 21,176 ha and has extensive walking trails that run along the McPherson Range.
These trails allow visitors to explore the forests, creeks, and waterfalls in the area. Views of the Gold Coast, south-east Queensland, and northern New South Wales are available from dramatic lookouts in Lamington.
7. Blue Mountains National Park
Blue Mountains National Park is a vast section of Australia's Great Dividing Range that is located west of Sydney.
The Three Sisters, a towering sandstone formation and sacred Aboriginal site, can be seen from the Echo Point lookout near the town of Katoomba.
The Giant Stairway, which leads down to Jamison Valley, can be reached via trails that wind through bushland that is home to lyrebirds and crimson rosella parrots.
8. Great Otway National Park
The Great Otway National Park is located in Australia's southern state of Victoria. It encompasses the Otway Ranges' mountains, beaches, and rough coast.
The park is full of waterfalls, including Triplet Falls' three cascades. Footpaths lead through the mild rainforest at Mait's Rest.
The Cape Otway Lightstation, built in 1848, is perched on cliffs with a view of Bass Strait.
The Extraordinary Sea Walk leads through the recreation area to the Twelve Missionaries' rock arrangements.
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*dynamaxing intensifies*
#pokemon shield#pokemon#swsh#pokemon milo#pokemon nessa#pokemon opal#pokemon raihan#pokemon allister#pokemon kabu#pokemon melony#pokemon fanart#screenshot redraw#screenshot remake#digital art#king lyrebirds art tag
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"T rex but looks exactly like a canada goose" is the most terrifying thing I've heard today, and I work retail.
But now I also really want to see that.
Look here is the thing like people are so resistant to the idea of feathered dinosaurs in fiction, but there is so much room to make them SO COOL. And when they are included there is such like - this faithful, diligent adherence to only what the fossil record can prove which is such a boring way to go about telling stories like here's the thing, anon.
1) We know that dinosaurs are ancestors of birds.
2) "Dinosaurs" is a super broad category spanning millions of years, but broadly the species most closely related to birds are going to be your late cretaceous species. This means all the good shit you've got your ceratopsians you've got your big and small theropods these are the Big Ticket Cool Dinosaurs.
3) In nature, birds are highly visual animals. A lot of the birds we see with bright colours have bright colours because birds love colour, and those feathers help them get laid/scare off jerks/whatever. You see this especially in birds that have fruit or flower food sources, which makes sense bc those are also very colourful foods and natural selection will then push towards better colour vision having an evolutionary advantage.
4) Obviously we don't know anything about dinosaur eyes but we can infer a fair bit, as a lot of the late cretaceous species have large, forward-facing eye sockets. In modern species, this tends to be seen in animals with good/better eyesight although yes that by itself is a generalization.
So what I am saying is YES we know that some of the little theropods had feathers, yes they were ~probably~ black or brown whatEVER. You know what you can't prove DOESN'T exist?
Tyrannosaurs with plumage and skin colouring like the King Vulture:
Large raptors with funny little head ruffles like the Amazonian Flycatcher:
Medium-sized herbivores with defensive plumage like peacocks!! Weird frilly long tails like the Lyrebird for self defense/bizarre mating rituals!! Utterly bizarre nesting rituals, please consider a bowerbird but make it the size of a small minivan!!!
#like this is mostly @ jurassic park#and i know that in some ways#they're stuck with mythology built off of 1993 era paleontology#and trying their best#but also: give trex feathers you cowards#dinosaurs#bright things in dark times
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If you're a fan of chaotic nonbinary MCs, toppling the aristocracy, the unwavering loyalty of found family, and friends with benefits-to-lovers you should be reading The Lyrebird King
Chapter 1 now available on Tapas ✨
#original story#original characters#the lyrebird king#my story#tapas#webnovel#lgbtqia#nonbinary#nonbinary mc#friends with benefits to lovers#dungeons and dragons inspired#medieval fantasy
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New NSR oc!
Meet Kisarami! They’re an artcore producer that ISN’T aligned with NSR! Ae prefers to be an underground artist, and has a pretty loyal fanbase, most of which first heard their songs in rhythm games. Ae is quiet and mysterious, although they are rather kind and silly once your get to know Aer. They are also very dramatic, in the sense of that they like to act in plays as well. Aer also has a violin they use as well!
They are based off of Peacocks, lyrebirds, Seraphim pigeon (to a degree), king of saxony bird of paradise and Madagascar Sunset moths! Aer theme is Kisarami by Camellia.
#OCTAfan says stuff#my art#My ocs: Kisarami#Humanoid#NSR oc#Artcore#I was originally going to use another neopronoun instead of Ae/aer but it didn’t fit them#I love them a lot /p
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THIS OR THAT!
CEREALS!
Froot Loops or Cinnamon Toast Crunch
Lucky Charms or Frosted Mini Wheats
Cheerios or Chex
Honey Bunches Oats or Honey Nut Cheerios
Rice Chex or Raisin Brand
Honey Smacks or Reese's Puffs
Rice Krispies or Great Grains
French Toast Crunch or Cap'n Crunch
Oatmeal Crisp or Cookie Crisp
Kix or Eggo Cinnamon Toast
Special K or Corn Flakes
Frosted Mini Wheats (Strawberry Delight) or Apple Jacks
Cocoa Krispies or Frosted Flakes
Oreo O's or Corn Pops
Honeycomb or Fruity Fruits
Croque Graham Dore or Croque Canelle
Nesquick or Sugar-Crisp
Trix or Life
Smorz or Fruity Pebbles
Cocoa Pebbles or Cocoa Puffs
All Bran or Weet-Bix
Nestle Milo or Coco Pops
Rice Bubbles or Crunchy Nut
Nutri-Grain or Sultana Bran
Cheerios or Frosties
DISNEY MOVIES!
Snow White and The Seven Dwarf's or Pinocchio
Dumbo or Bambi
Cinderella or Alice In Wonderland
Peter Pan or Sleeping Beauty
Lady and The Tramp or The Sword In The Stone
One Hundred and One Dalmatians or Robin Hood
The Jungle Book or The Aristocats
The Many Adventures of Winnie The Pooh or The Rescuers
The Fox and The Hound or The Black Couldron
The Great Mouse Detective or Oliver & Company
The Little Mermaid or Ducktales: Treasure of the Lost Lamp
Beauty and The Beast or A Goofy Movie
Aladdin or Return To Never Land
Pocahontas or Mulan
The Lion King or Coco
Monsters Inc. or The Emperors New Groove
Toy Story or Toy Story 2
A Bug's Life or Zootopia
Cars or Cars 3
Tarzan or Doug's First Movie
The Tigger Movie or Treasure Planet
Lilo and Stitch or Brave
Atlantis: The Lost Empire or Teacher's Pet
The Jungle Book 2 or Bolt
Piglet's Big Movie or Planes
Brother Bear or Home On The Range
Finding Nemo or Finding Dory
The Incredibles or The Wild
Pooh's Heffalump Movie or Meet The Robinsons
The Nightmare Before Christmas or Inside Out
Frozen or Frozen 2
The Princess and The Frog or Big Hero 6
Up or Tangled
Frankenweenie or Wreck It Ralph
Monsters University or Moana
The Good Dinosaur or Valiant
Wall-E or Ratatouille
Fantasia or Mary Poppins
Fantasia 2000 or The Rescuer's Down Under
Toy Story 3 or Hercules
Luca or The Jungle Cruise
Cruella or Cinderella 2
Winnie The Pooh or The Hunchback Of Notre Dame
The Lion King ll or Tinkerbell
James and The Giant Peach or Prince Charming
NICKELODEON SHOWS!
Angry Beavers or Catdog
Hey Arnold or Jimmy Neutron
Ren and Stimpy or Rocko's Modern Life
Spongebob Square Pants or Avatar The Last Airbender
Fairly Odd Parents or As Told By Ginger
Rugrats or Aahh Real Monsters
Clarissa Explains It All or The Amanda Show
H2O or I-Carly
Kenan and Kel or Drake and Josh
Rugrats All Grown Up or The Wild Thornberrys
Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide or The Backyardigans
Zoey 101 or Danny Phantom
Blues Clues or Big Time Rush
Franklin or The Penguins of Madagascar
My Life as a Teenage Robot or All That
Invader Zim or Are You Afraid Of The Dark
The Naked Brothers Band or Rocket Power
Dora The Explorer or Go Diego, Go!
TV SERIES/SHOWS
The Walking Dead or Lucifer
Riverdale or Supergirl
American Horror Story or Greys Anatomy
American Horror Stories or Supernatural
Home and Away or Gilmore Girls
Two and A Half Men or Nine Perfect Strangers
The Big Bang Theory or Young Sheldon
Friends or The Real Housewives of New York City
Good Girls or The White Lotus
Trinkets or Dead To Me
Sex and The City or The Carrie Diaries
The Hills or The City
The Good Place or Awkward
Revenge or Workin' Moms
The 100 or I-Zombie
Santa Clarita Diet or Happy Endings
Girls or Love Life
Younger or Dollface
Two Broke Girls or New Girl
Fear The Walking Dead or Top Gear
Looking or A Teacher
Bob's Burgers or Family Guy
American Dad or King Of The Hill
The Simpsons or Futurama
Outer Banks or Sex Life
NEVERTHELESS or A-Typical
The News or Late Night Talk Shows
Never Have I Ever or Ginny and Georgia
Superstore or Suits
13 Reasons Why or Shameless
The Inbetweeners or Friday Night Dinner
My Mad Fat Diary or White Gold
Outlander or Too Hot To Handle
ANIMALS!
Lion or Leopard
Tiger or Buffalo
Antelope or Zebra
Ostrich or Emu
Giraffe or Cheetah
African Wild Dog or Hyena
White Rhino or Black Rhino
Elephant or Hippopotamus
Butterfly or Stick Insect
Cat or Dog
Bunny or Guineapig
Chicken or Duck
Goat or Lamb
Lyrebird or Pigeon
Macaw or Toucan
Horse or Donkey
Turkey or Rooster
Kookaburra or Sulphur Crested Cockatoo
Scorpion or Cobra
Water Dragon or Tortoise
African Grey Parrot or Amazon Parrot
Meerkat or Tapir
Chimpanzee or Gorilla
Lorikeet or Galah
Tasmian Devils or Dingoes
Sealion or Stingray
Alpaca or Deer
Little Penguin or King Penguin
Quokka or Wallaby
Echidna or Mandrill
Baboon or Peacock
Pelican or Barn Owl
Bilby or Sloth
Black Bear or Polar Bear
Dolphin or Humpback Whale
Starfish or Clown Fish
Shark or Orca
COLOURS!
Pink or Blue
Green or Yellow
Brown or Black
White or Grey
Green or Purple
Orange or Blue
Pink or Purple
Black or Red
Yellow or Red
Orange or Pink
White or Purple
Grey or Blue
Blue or Purple
Pink or White
GAMES!
Donkey Kong or Super Mario
Yoshi's Island or Mario Party
Mario Kart or Super Smash Bros
Pokemon Let's Go Eevee or Pokemon Let's Go Pikachu
The Legend of Zelda or Skyrim
Minecraft or Fortnite
Crash Bandicoot or Croc
Spyro or PacMan
Tetris or Space Invaders
Grand Theft Auto or Street Fighter ll
Animal Crossing or Overcooked
Cooking Mama or Stardew Valley
Just Dance or Harvest Moon
Ring Fit or Snipper Clips
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Her Majesty. || 3.
For Your Eyes Only.
Every morning at around 9, if I am not already awake, I am woken by the sounds of the Piper to the Sovereign. My father has a Piper, he hates it but he keeps it around, not only because it is part of the Royal arrangements but because my mother seems to love the morning wake up calls.
The Piper principal duty is to play every weekday at 9 am for approximately 15 minutes under His Majesty’s window when he is in residence at Buckingham Palace.
The piper rang fifteen minutes ago, which only indicates one thing for the day. My parents are soon to be leaving, which means I get to leave soon as well and spend alone time with Harry.
After dancing with Harry last night, I excused myself from the event and found myself wondering the Palace. With 775 rooms, it is easy to get lost and aimlessly wander the palace for quite some time. I weaved my way in and out of rooms, purposely attempting to lose Harry’s trail. He wasn’t too thrilled with me, but I desired to be left alone. I didn’t care if there was a threat or if someone was in the palace after climbing a drain pipe; all I wanted was to be alone with my thoughts. Eventually, I carried myself to my quarters, where Harry let me be, he stood outside my door waiting for my signal to come in, unfortunately for him, I never gave him a signal to come in and kiss me goodnight and to leave security mode.
I bounce down the staircase with glee, and my father rolls his eyes at me the moment I come into his view, “your mother and I are about to leave for Belgium, I need to know you’ll keep to the itinerary of the royal engagements,” my father informs me, once again reminding me of their Belgium tours that will allow them to continue a relationship between two Royal Families by meeting The King and Queen.
I nod my head with a heavy huff; I don’t want to keep to my schedule, but I don’t have a choice. “Yes. I’m going to Hillsborough Castle and I will do everything from there,” I notify my father.
“Have you told the head of security?”
I nod, “my shadow is coming with me,” I flick my head over towards Harry who is standing with his back to the wall, observing with his nystagmic eyes that miss nothing.
I’m already aware of what I’m likely to have to do for my father while I’m in Northern Ireland.
Some of the things my father does when he isn’t on royal tours is answering letters, doling out knighthoods, having meetings with the staff and greeting diplomats, bishops, judges, and military chiefs in engagements across Britain.
“I want you to stick to this list, I’ll send you one daily,” my father's hands me a piece of paper for today, a hard copy of what he wants me to do.
“Read the newspaper,” I raise a brow when I glance up at him.
My father is Head of State of 16 governments, and leader of the Commonwealth of 53 nations, he needs to read the newspaper and have an understanding on what’s going on in the world, but I don’t think it’s necessary for me to do so. This is not the stone ages, there are other ways to get the information that is needed, perhaps the use of an electrical device may work, but according to my father, that is absolutely ludicrous.
“Yes. The letters for the week will be sent to my lady-in-waiting, but I want you to answer your letters and follow the lists I send you,” My father insists, and I can’t help zoning out for a moment. I keep eye contact but my gaze becomes glazed.
“Okay,” I nod, agreeing to my father’s requests.
“Will you be in Ireland the entire time?”
“Yes,” I answer my father honestly, “I was hoping for some alone time. Minimal staff, just the Chef and some security. Very minimal though.”
“Consider it done,” my father nods, “have you made a decision on whom you’d like to date?” My father questions.
I grant him a lacklustre smile, “I don’t want any of them.”
It’s the truth. I don’t want any of the men that were picked out and placed on a list for me. This isn’t like the adoption centre where you go into a room and pick which Dog you’d like to save and adopt. This is a marriage, a marriage that I never thought would be forced upon me. A marriage is meant to be between a loving couple, two individuals who want to spend the rest of their lives together because of love, not because of a monarchy.
My Father inhales a sharp breath, “Anastasia, you can’t take over the sovereign if you do not have a partner. A Queen simply doesn’t rule without a King.”
My father is wrong, a Queen can rule without a King, unfortunately, he is stuck on old fashioned ways and isn’t too fond of the idea of me ruling without a King.
“Queen Elizabeth Ⅰ never got married and did just fine,” I mutter, reminding my father of an ancestor who was successful without a King beside her.
My father is not impressed at all with my comment, and his lips purse like he has been chewing a lemon rind, “it’s frowned upon,” he bitterly comments. He knows that I have a valid point, but just as I am controlled by a monarchy, so is he, and at this point, the monarchy wants to stick to old traditions.
It may be frowned upon, but I refuse to allow barriers to stand in my way. Well, in theory, I’d like to say that I am breaking down the barriers of the monarchy, but I’m not. I’m sadly forced to side with them.
“It was also frowned upon for Queens to rule. England was ruled by Kings until the second half of the 16th century when the crown passed to two Queens. These silly rules need to change. I don’t want to date someone just because he is royal.”
My father arches a sly brow and sighs, “Anastasia–“
My brows bump together in a scowl towards him, endeavouring to defend him for aspiring to overpower me to wed just so I can rule the monarchy the way everyone desires me to. “No, it isn’t fair. Did you marry Mum just because she had royal blood?” I question with frustration.
My parents married for love, not for royalty.
The only problem is, my mother was royalty before she married my father, she had her title. Unfortunately, I fell in love with a man without a royal title. To me, his title means nothing; I love him for who he is, for his personality and for the way he makes me feel. I love him for his devil-may-care outlook and stellar smile. He gives me that sense of normal that I have been craving for years, he keeps me grounded, he is the man I want to marry, with or without a title.
“No,” my father shakes his head, “just give one of them a chance?”
“I have a flight to get and so do you,” I bitterly grouse, ready to end this conversation that isn’t going to get me anywhere.
I am tired of being governed by a monarchy and living up to the expectations of everyone else. I have had expectations bestowed upon me from a young age, it gets tiring and bothersome to continuously live up to them. I want to break free of the chains they hold me down with.
“We will be back Saturday, the 16th of April,” my father informs me and I nod.
My parents’ leaving give me a few days of having some normalcy in my life. Minimal royal services, nobody to wait on me hand and foot, nobody to force me into always looking immaculate.
It will be just me and my bodyguard — Harry— and the walls’ of the castle.
There won’t be a Piper to the Sovereign, there won’t a maid service dressing me or an assistant following me around and making sure that I am completing all my tasks.
For a few days, all I require to do is follow my father's list of conditions while maintaining a balance of common circumstances.
I can run around the fields and allow the wind to swirl through my hair; I can stay up and bounce all over the beds without anyone judging me. I can step outside without worrying about whether my outfit will be a hit or miss in the public eye. I won’t have anybody touring the castle. The next few days will be just me and Harry, perhaps a few staff but not a lot.
No worries and no Princes’. Just me.
After saying my goodbyes to my mother and father, I can’t help but feel a breath of relief escape from my lips. “Princess,” my assistant, Estelle, grabs my attention as I walk towards the stairs where Harry is waiting. “You have a waiting chauffeured car, Lyrebird has landed on the grounds of Hyde Park and is ready to take you to the airport. You need to make sure you are wearing a dress or a two-piece suit,” she informs me, reminding me that my Princess duties must stay in tune until I am inside the walls’ of Hillsborough Castle.
I nod my head with a smile, “yes, I have. What airline am I on?” I question, needing the information that I left her in charge of.
“The 600 G-Huby plane. The Queen signed off on a chartered jet for you.”
“Thank you, I appreciate your help.”
“You’re welcome, do you need someone to bring your bags down?”
I shake my head and look towards Harry, “no, Mr Styles said he would help me,” I grin, amused by his expression.
Estelle glances over at him, and I can’t help chuckling as he raises a brow, “seems like you volunteered him,” she laughs.
“Same thing,” I lift my shoulders into a shrug, “I will be ready to leave in a few minutes, keep the guards updated, please,” I inform her and she nods, dismissing me to wander closer to Harry.
Harry stares at me with his typical relentless gaze, “volunteering me to carry your bags, are we?” Harry challenges, and from the small smirk on his lips, I know he’s only joking. I quite frankly don’t think he cares that I volunteered him.
“What else are you good for?” I wink, stepping closer to him.
Damn. I want to kiss him and wrap my arms around him right now, but I can’t.
“Oh, darling,” Harry chuckles through a whisper, “not like I am trained to take a bullet for you or anything,” he comments and gestures for me to climb the stairs, “I am sure you will thank me later though,” his voice is soft sounding and has this narcotic power that sends the nerves in my body pulsating. My knees want to go weak.
“Don’t get cocky, Mr Styles.”
“After you, Princess,” Harry allows me to step in front of him to walk up the staircase.
The second we reach my room, my thoughts of kissing him disappear when my maid services are double checking my bags, “Princess, you forgot a black outfit,” one informs me with a smile, “which one?” She holds up two black dresses, and I gesture towards the one on the left, “with the Alexander McQueen coat?”
“Yes, with the Gianvito Rossi pumps, please,” I inform the ladies who nod and search my closet for the particular shoes.
Harry clears his throat, “Why are you packing an all-black attire, Princess?” Harry curiously asks as I turn on my heel to face him.
“I have to have a black mourning outfit in my luggage – just in case a family member dies while I’m away. If anything happens, I can’t be seen in normal attire. Royal protocol.” I inform Harry of just one of the many, many rules I have to follow.
A princess can’t be seen hopping off a plane to tend a funeral in coloured clothes. Oh, no.
“That’s rather sad to think about,” Harry comments, “makes me sad thinking about you preparing for death,” he adds, watching the ladies carefully as they gather my mourning items, “are they… are they pairing it with earrings?” Harry seems perplexed by the entire scene.
“Yes, it’s a full outfit,” I nod, not too phased by the whole thing. I’m used to it. Every outfit must be perfect and put together, even mourning outfits must be accompanied by earrings.
“Wow,” Harry breathes out, “never knew this happened.”
“Mhm,” I hum, “once they’re done, would you grab the bag? I’ll meet you at the aircraft.”
“Princess,” Harry begins, “I can’t let you walk the grounds alone.”
“Ha—, Mr.Styles,” I correct myself, “I’ll be fine,” I attempt to assure him but he doesn’t give in. He never really does. I can’t be too mad though, it’s a part of his job to be so damn… strict.
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Harry and some of the crew escort me through the airport to the awaiting private aircraft, and Harry caresses his hand into the small of my back as we both climb the stairs to board.
“I thought you weren’t allowed to travel on a private jet unless it was business related,” Harry comments while he steps on board behind me, his eyes scanning the aircraft, “Uh-ah,” Harry’s voice echoes as I go to take a seat.
I turn to face him with a raised brow, “what? And it’s paid from my expenses, not the people’s.”
For personal trips, the royals must pay out of the Duchy of Cornwall, which is to provide a source of independent income to the Sovereign. We are not permitted to use private Jets unless it is a business affair and if we do use a private Jet, we have to pay for it out of our own pocket. The public would be very pissed if they thought that their tax paying money is being used for me to jet set to Ireland for some personal time.
“I have to check the seat before you sit, Princess,” Harry informs me, causing me to roll my eyes. I guess my princess duties don’t stop until the aircraft takes off. “Don’t give me that look, it’s my job,” Harry mutters, and his hands pull on the seatbelt and he makes sure the seat hasn’t been tampered with.
Harry grants me permission to take my seat, and I do so. While I get comfortable and take a few deep breaths, Harry double checks the rest of the aircraft and takes the time to talk to the pilot to go over security measures. I’m sure Harry and his team have a devised plan for when the aircraft lands at our destination.
I watch Harry particularly, cocking my head to the side as he dismisses the pilot with a handshake and a small smile, a smile that is infrequently seen when he’s working. When he’s in work mode, Harry is as stiff as a board, especially when it comes to emotions.
“Are you all right, princess?” Harry softly asks while he takes the seat beside me and I sense the aircraft beginning to get louder, an indication the pilot is getting ready to start moving towards the runway.
I wouldn’t say that I am terrified of aircraft and flying, but I can’t deny the fact that after all these years of flying, constantly, I still get a bit uneasy at the thought of leaving my life in the direct hands of the pilot. “Everything was checked, and double checked, princess,” Harry assures me, and I nod my head.
“It never gets easier,” I whisper with a sigh falling from my lips. There’s always that thought in the back of my mind that something will go wrong. And it isn’t that typical thought of the aircraft falling out of the air by some sort of freak accident, it’s the thought of someone intentionally tampers with the aircraft. Every day for me isn’t a normal day for others. I have to be aware of the fact there are some people out there who want nothing more than to hurt me and my family. I’m always at high risk. Most days, I tend to suppress the thoughts and concerns and carry on with my days.
I welcome Harry’s warm hand press over mine as it rests on the armrest, “I know it doesn’t get easier. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you though.”
“At what point do I get my boyfriend? The bodyguard is sooo... overrated,” I playfully roll my eyes and his fingers intertwine with my own before he leans closer to me.
“Now I’m your boyfriend,” he whispers just before his lips press to my warm cheek, “relax, everything is okay,” Harry assures me with an affectionate voice, “take a few deep breaths, I’m right here and nothing’s going to happen,” he continues sweetly, his thumb grazing over my knuckles in a loving way.
“Reassuring,” I sigh sarcastically. It isn’t his fault, whether he is my bodyguard or my boyfriend, I will always have the lingering thoughts in the back of my head of all the things that could possibly go wrong. Sure, Harry is trained to take a bullet for me, literally, but do I really want him to?
I don’t think I could live with myself knowing he put his life on the line to save mine. I may be the Princess or the future Queen, but my life is no more important than Harry’s or anybody else’s. Status doesn’t mean someone should put their life down in order to save my own, that is just my thought process. Sadly, everybody else doesn’t see it the same way, they see me as a future Queen; I still see myself as Anastasia, the girl who would rather run through open fields barefoot with the wind running through her hair on a warm summer evening.
Unfortunately for me, the days of rushing through fields laden with goldenrod-yellow flowers are over. I want to go back to the days of being somewhat normal.
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Hillsborough is enclosed by 100 acres of gardens, and each window of the Palace has a scene that is stunning and captivating in various ways. There is nothing better than watching the morning wildlife bouncing around the fields while the morning sun inaugurates to wake up the gardens, and in the evenings there is nothing better than the gold tones pouring in through each windowpane.
“So, is this the last tour before your father steps down?” Harry questions from behind me.
I shake my head, “No, they have the year of tours and then that is it.” I acknowledge Harry while I make my way towards the window that harbours a beautiful landscape, from what I can remember.
It has been a while since I have roamed the manor, with various chambers and windows, it is difficult to remember which one has my ideal view.
“And then you take Queen?”
“Yes. I don’t want to talk about it though, okay?” I softly sigh, inching closer and closer to the window that regularly grants me with a sweet serenity, but today it has the opposite effect.
“Harry… There are paps here,” I acquaint Harry as I peer out the extended window that ordinarily provides me with a glimpse of nothing but serene nature. Today it grants me a flood of people.
It is a bitter disappointment, I had hoped to spend some time unwinding by the windows and observing the landscapes I loved as a little girl. I desired to follow the flowers swaying in the faint wind, stem by stem dancing together in unison, their satin soft petals brushing each other ever so softly with love and grace.
“Step away from the window, sweetheart,” Harry instructs with a stringent tone of voice.
I listen and I back away from the window, enabling him to peer out it and view the array of photographers outside, “I’ll handle it, stay away from windows, yeah?”
“This isn’t how this week was meant to be,” I shake my head in bitter disappointment.
“It’ll be alright,” Harry assures me as he caresses his hands to my shoulders and massages them soothingly.
“No, I wanted time alone, just me and you where I can take care of royal duties in private. They weren’t meant to find me. How did they find me?”
“Let me make some calls.”
“Harry—“
“Anastasia, please,” Harry laments as he runs his fingers through his hair, “let me handle it. Go and relax,” he instructs, gesturing towards the room across the hall that has no windows. If I had wanted to spend my day avoiding windows and under the constant eye of the press, I would have stayed at Buckingham. The purpose of getting away and coming to Ireland was to have the opportunity to decompress and be normal. However, normal is a rarity in my life.
I abide by Harry’s commands, somewhat, and I take myself to a room on the opposite side of the palace where nobody should be able to see in.
✿ ✿ ✿
Harry enters the master bedroom, and before he can say a word, I hand him my phone, “there’s already articles, Harry,” I inform him, his eyes gazing down at the screen of my phone. “I don’t know who told them. They think I’m having a getaway with one of the possible candidates for marriage. How would they even know that?” I question, wanting— needing— answers.
Harry shrugs his shoulders and seems to avoid contact with me. He knows precisely what’s going on, he always knows what’s occurring, “was it you?”
Harry stares at me, his body stiffening at the remark while frustration crinkles his eyes, “bit offended you’d even ask that,” Harry is swift to respond.
“Then why are you avoiding eye contact with me. You know who did it, don’t you?” I challenge, observing his features that I have learned how to read to my advantage.
He inhales a deep breath and blows out slowly, “Anastasia—“ Harry begins, and I swiftly cut him off.
“Tell me, Harry,” I demand, not wanting to be kept in the dark like I normally am.
He’s not my bodyguard at the moment, he’s my boyfriend.
“Love, you don’t want to know. It’s best if you let it go.”
“I’ll just call my press team since you can’t show me your loyalty,” I murmur unhappily.
I’m tired of nobody ever telling me what’s going on. I’m constantly treated like— well— I’m constantly treated like a princess, and not in a good way. I want to be enlightened about events that occur and I I want to know when things happen.
Harry rolls his eyes at me before they narrow to crinkled slits, “oh, the irony,” Harry grumbles, “sweetheart, you really don’t want to do that.”
My brows bump together in a scowl, irritation taking over every nerve that pulsates through my body, “why?” I challenge, unsure as to why he is against me possessing answers.
Harry curls his lips with icy contempt, “because they weren’t loyal to you, that’s why. Your press team are the ones who released the information.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I shake my head, “they’d never, my father would have their heads.”
“Anna, darling,” Harry begins, his eyes softening on me, “it was your Dad who gave them the go-ahead.”
“No,” I shake my head, “he wouldn’t.”
Harry’s lips set in a grim line before he nods, “he did, I’m sorry, Anastasia.”
“It’s not your fault,” I mumble, disappointed my father would do such a thing, “what do we do?”
“Ignore the press outside,” Harry responds, and he leans closer and kisses my lips before moving to trail a luscious line of kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, to my exposed shoulder before he draws away. With a sweet grin, Harry straightens my silky robe to cover my exposed shoulders, “can’t have the princess exposed now, can I?”
I glance at him for a moment, his eyes captivating me with their gleam of softness and the way they are as clear as a spring stream. “Did you just tease me? That’s wasn’t very nice.”
“Mhm,” Harry hums, “you’ve been teasing me all day wandering around the halls in this thing,” Harry gestures towards the black silk robe, “I was thinking since we can’t go outside right now, we can stay in.”
I nod, “I like that idea,” I respond, leaning closer and kissing him sweetly.
“Mmm, not that kind of staying in,” Harry mumbles against my lips before he puts distance between us.
I heavily huff and stare at him, “did you just turn down the princess?”
Harry sighs and rolls his eyes at me, “sweetheart, do I need to remind you that we aren’t alone and there are people outside trying to get info?”
“And?” I offer him a slow and sexy smile in the hopes I can work my charm on him. At this point, things can’t get much worse; my weekend alone has been ruined. At this point, I don’t give a damn if anybody sees the two of us being more than just a Princess and a Bodyguard.
A smile dangles on the corner of his lips as he thinks for a moment.
Please, don’t think too hard, darling.
“And as your security guard, I have to inform you that it’s a bloody stupid idea to engage in anything when there’s a swarm of media around.”
“We have the curtains drawn.”
“Anastasia, not loving on you until I know it’s safe.”
I smirk and toss my hair over my shoulder, sarcasm dripping from my lips as I speak,“so what are we going to do? Sit at opposite ends of the damn palace?”
Harry shakes his head, “nope, we are going to play scrabble.”
“Excuse me?” I arch a sly brow.
Scrabble? Did he turn down making love for a game of scrabble? Surely he has lost his damn marbles.
“Cheap wine and scrabble my dear. This is how us commoners pass time,” Harry willingly announces with his a-twinkle with the ‘joie de vivre’ eyes and his affable smile that makes me dizzy in the most wonderful ways.
Harry gets off the bed and wanders towards the closed doors that lead to the hallway, he opens them and wastes no time with wheeling in a Monahan Golden Plated and Black Glass Serving cart that is meant to be for tea.
“Two things,” I begin as he steps back into the master bedroom and closes the doors, “One you do know that is meant for tea? the Queen would have a fit… Two, where in the bloody hell did you get scrabble and ‘cheap’ wine?” I curiously ask, intrigued by him and his gatherings.
Harry gives me a stellar smile and lifts his shoulders into a shrug, “it’s amazing what the staff will do when you simply say the Princess requests this,” Harry responds, “this my darling is a cheap Moscato,” Harry wraps his hand around the neck of the wine bottle, “now, it isn’t the high end you’re used to, but us commoners prefer the cheap Moscato.”
“Way to go in making me sound like a privileged brat, Harry,” I sarcastically smile over at Harry as he hands me a glass of wine.
“Don’t even go there,” Harry rolls his eyes as he crawls on the bed with a box of scrabble, “I can’t tell if you like it or not,” Harry comments while I take a sip of the white wine.
"Tastes... cheap," I trail off, observing as Harry stares at me unamused by my comment, "I am joking, relax," I assure him, delivering him a soft smile, "I like it, honestly."
"Mhm," Harry hums, "okay, do I need to explain how scrabble works?"
"Harry, sweetheart, I may not be a commoner, but I am aware of how to play the game. Don't insult my intelligence."
"I'd never," Harry shakes his head, "I am aware you can speak about three different languages and are highly intelligent."
"Four," I correct him, "French, Welsh, German and sign language." I smile towards Harry. I tend not to speak too much about my education, due to the fact I was very privileged in that area. I was tutored at home as a child by my governess and Mother. I have heard the stories many times; my Father wanted me to attend Willcocks Nursery School, the only modern tradition he seems to have wanted to participate in. But, it was my Mother who wanted me at home at the young age of two.
I was lucky to have the best of the best when it came to education; I attended the most prestigious private schools.
"You know how many languages I can speak?" Harry questions as he hands me the bag to pick a tile from.
"Two?"
Harry shakes his head, "you must think highly of me," Harry chuckles, "one, went to a public school, remember?"
"I do think highly of you," I nod, "you're intelligent, now let's play," I smile, peering over and seeing the tile in his hand that is an N, "you're closer to A, you start," I comment, placing my A tile back in the bag before he can notice.
Harry nods and starts his turn by drawing seven tiles from the Scrabble bag, "Fuck, I have shitty tiles," Harry complains as his brows furrow and he concentrates on the tiles he has. I can't help but smile to myself at how endearing he looks.
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Harry won our game of Scrabble, it’s really no surprise at all, he is a lot better with his way of words; to be quite honest, I have always wondered why he never got into writing or poetry. The way he converses and the way he genuinely listens to what people have to say intrigues me. Part of me wonders if he has this enigmatic part to him where he writes down his thoughts into a small journal, for his eyes only. Other times I wonder if I'm just making up a version of Harry that doesn't exist. Harry has a lot of potential, but it is dismally dwindling away as he watches over me.
While Harry settles everything back into its box, I take it upon myself to peer out the window of the master bedroom. I grin to myself, observing how the fields are Elysium-green and the way the golden shafts of the sun are casting down on the flowerbeds that are beginning to sway from side to side, unhesitant to fall asleep as the moon rises. By morning, countless glint-silver dewdrops will blanket the fields like a fresh winter snow. “Princess Anastasia Annette Leanor, Duchess of Edinburgh, you are stubborn, please get away from the bloody window,” Harry’s voice distracts me, and I profoundly sigh before I step away from the windowpane.
I glance up at Harry, my lips curling into a pout, “what’s the matter, my love?”
“I want to go outside. I came here to escape everything and to run through the gardens and just breathe.”
“I know.”
“Can we please go outside? We can go to the pond.”
Harry thinks for a moment. I can determine by the way his lips are curved slightly that he’s uncertain, he’s not too fond of going outside. I don’t blame him, he is still on duty, he has to make sure any decision made is a safe decision. “Okay,” Harry nods and I immediately take his hand, “love, can’t leave this room without protection,” Harry murmurs and I roll my eyes.
“Nothing will happen,” I moan, hating the fact that even when it’s just me and him, he still has to have some sort of protective weapon on him. I despise it. I truly despise it.
“Not taking the risk. You know it’s meant to be on my person,” Harry responds, stepping around me and grabbing the pistol where he securely left it when he changed his clothes. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s protocol,” Harry instructs as he places the pistol on his person, disguising it so well that nobody would be able to tell he’s carrying it.
“I know, but still.”
“Jus’ keepin’ you safe.”
“Or you’re just saving your own ass with your job.”
“I love you, you know that; I would protect you even if I wasn’t trained and apart of the SO14.”
“Mhm,” I hum, “where’s the radio and the first aid kit you’re meant to carry on you.”
“Anna, hush,” Harry rolls his eyes, “come on, princess,”
Harry and I step outside of the palace and the second I sense the warmth of the sun on me, I feel at ease with a sweet serenity washing over me. I beam towards Harry and wander along the cobbled path towards the garden that I used to run around when I was a little girl. I’d spend hours roaming the fields, smelling the roses and at times, disappearing amongst the blossoms as if to form my own secret wonderland. I amble along the cobbled path with ease and grace, delighted to feel like a child again.
“Why don’t you look happy?” I softly ask Harry as I turn to face him.
“I am, darling, I am,” he nods, giving me a small angelic smile but his dewy, mist valley-green eyes tell me otherwise. His eyes are darting around and scrutinising every inch he can physically see.
I let out a meagre sigh, well aware of what’s going to happen next.
Protocol.
If at any given point Harry recognises a threat to my safety, he must whisk me away to safety. I can read Harry like a damn book, I know when he’s watching something as a threat compared to when he’s just observing.
“Is it too much to ask to have just five minutes?”
Harry looks at me and sighs, “I’m not going to force you inside,” Harry assures me, “but if I say we need to go inside, we need to go inside, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I nod, “is someone on the grounds?”
“I don’t know. The grounds will soon be guarded by active duty members of the Army like at Buckingham, love. Don’t need to worry, okay?” Harry grants me a petite smile and he leans in to kiss me, but Harry stops himself, “I can’t kiss you, someone might see,” Harry sighs, forcing himself to pull away while his nystagmic eyes continue to scan the area.
I take a breath and continue to walk along the gravel, leading my way towards my winsome serenity of satin soft petals while an amethyst-purple tint overruns the evening sky. I smirk and toss my hair over my shoulder as I glance over my shoulder towards Harry with eyes that are a-glow with love. His honey-sweet lips that are lilac soft, begin to curve slightly before he flashes me an amiable smile.
The further I wander into the garden, the more I feel the golden hour rays kissing my skin with a flawless, bronzed complexion and my opulent hair glittering in the beams of the sun. It feels rejuvenating to belatedly breathe in the mist of scents, the frill of flowers and the scent of the late spring breeze.
"You know what is fascinating, Harry?" I turn to Harry.
Harry gazes at me with his fulgent, smaragdine-green eyes that set my
heart a-thump, "you, my darling, you fascinate me," Harry responds sweetly.
I playfully roll my eyes at him, "charming," I grin, "no. Have you noticed how flowers can wither away during the winter and still come back to bloom in the spring?"
Harry lifts his shoulders into a shrug, "I guess."
"Amazing, isn't it? They can withstand winter’s suffocating skies that
strangle the fields, and then bloom in the spring like they didn't endure a deathly winter."
“When you put it that way,” Harry nods, “it is rather fascinating, my dear. Shall we?” Harry offers me his hand, taking me by surprise as I glance down at his hand longing for mine. His devil-may-care outlook and a stellar smile make an appearance, causing butterflies to rise in the pit of my stomach.
I grant him my hand before taking it upon myself to guide him further into the astonishing gardens I love to get lost in while followed by the flower blossoms wavering in the air.
Howling laughter pervades the air while the two of us, clumsily dance our way within the gardens laden with goldenrod-yellow flowers. I welcome the flowers grazing against my every move, their buds swaying in the slight breeze, almost as if they're dancing with us, stem by stem, overflowing the silence between our giggles with their own delightful love song.
“Choose me,” Harry breathes out, just for the two of us to hear while we stand in the middle of a garden, completely lost within each other.
“I do,” I respond with a small smile, looking up to gaze at him.
I chose him the day I agreed to be with him, and I choose him every day.
Harry shakes his head, “No, choose me; marry me.”
My heart sinks and leaves me with a dismal, heart-wrenching feeling, almost like a double inch blade is carving into my chest. I love this man more than anything, but I can't marry him. I can't marry him under such circumstances. He isn't trying to propose to me because he wants to, he is doing it because he feels obligated to.
I shake my head and muster up the strength to find my words, "I can't, you know it."
"You can, you just don't want to," Harry responds, respectfully stepping away from me and establishing distance between our bodies that moments ago were pressed together, felicitously dancing amongst the flowers.
"Harry-"
"We should go inside, Anna," Harry cuts me off, gesturing towards the palace that I have only managed to escape from for a small amount of time.
"You can't get mad at me for this, Harry."
Harry clears his throat, "I can, I have every right to."
"How? You don't even have a ring, you don't want to marry me, you feel obligated to," I bitterly respond, stepping around him and beginning the short walk back towards the estate.
Harry benevolently grabs my hand and draws me back, “is that what you need? A bloody ring? Do you need a ring for me to prove to you that I fuckin’ love you and want to be with you? You need a ring from me for you not to marry someone else?” Harry questions with hostility laced to his voice as he shakes his head, disappointed in me.
“Harry—”
Again, Harry cuts me off, “No,” he shakes his head, “even if I had a ring, you still would say no. Let’s just go inside,” Harry mutters, letting go of my hand and stepping behind me as he does when he is ‘the bodyguard’ and not ‘the boyfriend.’
The walk back towards the estate was filled with nothing but utter silence. It killed me, but what am I meant to do?
The monarch will never accept my marriage to Harry, he is my bodyguard, he isn’t of any royal status, and he never will be of royal status.
“Can we talk, Harry?” I ask as he walks me to the master bedroom, not stepping outside of ‘bodyguard’ mode, not even for a second.
“About?” Harry questions blandly, having absolutely no enthusiasm to his voice.
He doesn’t want to talk, he doesn’t want to be around me at this point, he just has no choice. It is what he gets for choosing to date the woman he is meant to be working for. This is the downside to our relationship, even when we want time apart, we have to stay around each other.
“Us. I can see you have more to say, you’re just holding your tongue because God forbid you to snap out of hiding behind being the bodyguard instead of being my boyfriend.”
My words strike a nerve in Harry, and he bites the inside of his cheek, “I’m not hiding. Princess Stephanie of Monaco memorably married her bodyguard Daniel Ducret in 1995, so why can’t you?”
“Because you know I can’t right now, please don’t do this. I can’t do this,” I shake my head, “I love you, is that not enough?”
Harry's lips set in a grim line, “considering you have to choose a royal boyfriend, no,” Harry shakes his head, “when we get back, your parents are holding a luncheon or one of those garden events where you will have to announce your choice. I hope you make the right choice, even though I know it won’t be me.”
“Harry—”
Harry shakes his head and cuts me off, “it is fine, Princess. I am going to sleep, if you need me, I will be next door,” Harry gestures towards the room the shares a wall with the master bedroom.
I grow withdrawn for a moment, disheartened at his comment, “you’re not sleeping with me?” I challenge, already knowing the answer.
I don’t want to sleep alone; I want to sleep with him beside me, I want to sleep with him beside me knowing he still loves me, even if I can’t marry him right now.
Harry shakes his head, “not tonight, Princess.”
I curl my lips with icy contempt, “Harry, please don’t do this,” my voice slips from my lips as a whisper, a plea, you could say.
Harry manages a deadpan expression, "goodnight, sleep well,” he responds, granting me a meagre and faked smile before he steps out of the bedroom and closes the door behind him, leaving me feeling desolate and empty.
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Cryptids, Legends, Insects, and Winged Folk
Each masterlist segment post will be updated when the Mod in charge of this project has the energy to do so.
Myths, Legends & Cryptids
The Banshee’s Journal
Slenderman’s My Dad
The Geneticists Bodyguard
The Blind Gorgon
The Witch and the Knight
The Familiar
A Local Celebrity
When’s Dinner?
Camping Accident
Dammit Old Fred!
Let It All Out
The Witch at the Door
Djinn & Tonic
Court Mage’s Creation
Unicorn Relations
Partygoing Giant
Three-Headed Puppy
Horn in the Stone
Gryphons Aren’t Real
Yeti Vacation
Sphinx’s Meme
Siberian Unicorn
Cyclops Struggles
One-Headed Cerberus
Patient Zero
Chief of the Genies
Sphinx Rap Battle
The Golem and the Android
Grandma and the Cryptid
Troll vs. Sphinx
Cloud Siren
Mothman & Moth Monsters
A Nighttime Date
Warehouse Party
Eating the Laundry
The Hungry, Hungry Mothman
Family Photos
Light of My Life
Mothman at the Movies
Late Bloomer
Insectoids
Betrothed
Disgusted by Humans
A Different Form
Reverse Metamorphosis
Mayfly
Reformed Insect King
Dies After Mating
Mute, Flightless Outcast
Driders & Spiderfolk
Catfished
Arachnophobia
Spider Surgeon
The Acupuncturist
A Mistake
Pest Control
Drider Ride
Cat & Drider
Rock Climbing Rescuer
A Tiny Drider
Unexpected Rival
Drider Girlfriend
Missing Pet Frog
Fear of Humans
Kickass Female Drider
Drider Down Under
Spider Silk Wedding Dress
Comic Book Obsession
Web Bed
Prejudiced Against Humans
Drider Dance Lessons
Harpies & Winged Folk
A Hungry Kenku
The Egg
The Conservationist
Stuck
Bird of Paradise
Entangled
Gleaming Gem
The Shelter of Wings
A Little Help?
Tiny Harpy
Where Are Your Horns?
The Faun and the Harpy
That’s No Barn Owl
Ruffled Feathers
Goose Maiden
Avians vs. Mermaids
Flightless Harpies
Stealing Chickens
Lyrebird Harpy
Pilot Rescue
Multi/Other
Craigslist Boyfriend
Thanks for your patience and understanding, and enjoy!
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Friday/Saturday, 31 July-1 August
Friday, 31 July
The day dawned cold and foggy again but promised to be fine once the fog lifted. The first job every morning (after a suitable number of Killer Sudokus have been solved) is to wipe down the walls and inside the cupboards where the condensation builds up. Fortunately, that is largely confined to the bedroom so it is not a huge job. We leave our little low-powered radiator on all night (and often most of the day) to keep some of the chill out, but we at least need to dry inside the cupboards or our clothes will end up full of mould. We use the air conditioner a bit once we are awake, but it is noisy and soon makes the space too hot so we turn it on and off numerous times each day if we are in the van all day.
After lunch, we drove to the Mt Worth National Park, about 50 km away. It was a nice drive, again skirting around precipitous mountain roads, occasionally daring to glance at the fabulous expansive views between moments of terror when other vehicles tore around bends on our side of the road. A lot of truly mad drivers down here!
When we got to within 3 km of the parking area, we had to turn off the road onto a track with a big sign stating that the road was closed and only usable by local traffic. It advised that a big rockfall had blocked the road so there was no way through, but the signage, in common with most signage in Gippsland, was very confusing. We sat and debated whether to try it for a few minutes and then decided to give it a go, but to ensure we could turn around and back out if necessary. As it turned out, the blockage must have been further down the mountain because we had no trouble getting in to the car park with only two ‘local traffic’ drivers choosing to use our side of the road rather than their own.
There were 3 main walks offered from the carpark and we did all of them – about 7 km all told. They were really lovely but one in particular (the longest one to Gardiner’s Mill) was extremely boggy. Lots of wet slippery mud to negotiate with only 3 short lengths of boardwalk covering some of the least boggy stretches. We walked to two old mills and there was virtually nothing to see. At Gardiner’s. all I could find was a metre or so of steel rope and two small pieces of rusty iron, less than half a square metre in total. At Trevorrow’s Mill, there were a couple of large gears, some rusty iron, the barely-visible remains of a fence and a very small clearing. It is obviously a long time since any logs were sawn at either mill.
There were some truly giant trees including one that presumably gave the Giant’s Circuit walk its name. We saw a few birds, but very few (only the Black-cockatoos could be conclusively identified) and heard a few Lyrebirds rehearsing their extensive repertoire in the distance but the scrub was generally too dense to find the smaller critters.
We drove home via the Drouin Fish & Chips shop where we purchased an early dinner. They must be making a fortune with a big staff barely able to keep up with the dozens of customers social distancing both inside and outside the shop at any time.
Saturday, 1 August
August already! Where has the year gone?
I think we are now officially trailer trash. We would have preferred to be grey nomads (despite the pejorative connotation of the term), but the nomadic nature of such adventurers is forbidden us. I am not sure how trailer trash is defined in any technical sense, but having had our feet planted in one spot for over a month, we must just about qualify. A pity, but…..
We have been ‘masking’ our identity whenever we encounter other people for a while now but from tomorrow, we are required to wear one whenever outside the caravan unless we are in the car with all the windows wound up. Not a big problem for us but I am increasingly frustrated by the crazies who flaunt the rules and put everyone else at risk – not to mention extending the lockdown indefinitely. Public whippings and jail seem to be the best solution in my view. Having said that, I think the rules are pretty stupid. They are quite prescriptive except that there are so many exemptions, wriggle rooms, double-speak and misinformation (often simply conflicting information) that I can imagine the lockdown lasting for years.
After lunch, we went on a long walk through Foster’s Park. It is at least three-and-a-half km long and we walked from one end to the other as well as a few detours. Warragul really provides a lot for its citizens and we have been happy to take advantage of some of the outdoor opportunities. The park contains numerous paths, a meandering creek that eventually runs behind our caravan, a partially dried up lake, a big enclosed dog run and quite a bit of bush with huge trees. We saw a few birds, about 30 King Parrots (almost all Queen Parrots by the looks of them!) and six beautiful Beautiful Firetails being some of the highlights. It is quite hilly in places and we had to sit down to ease our back-aches a few times along the way – it certainly seemed like more than seven clicks by the time we got back to the van.
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