Podcasts about crests

Welcome to The Starting Zone Podcast, The World of Warcraft Podcast for New and Experienced Players! This week Spencer Downey and Jason Lucas discuss Crest Updates, Winterveil Soon, The Siren Isle Content Update and everything going on around Azeroth! Episode #662: 11.0.7 Crests, Content and Holidays! What's New this Week in World of Warcraft! Weekly Event - Cataclysm Timewalking Weekly Quest - Titan Disc Fragments Anniversary Event - Classic Timewalking PvP Brawl - Temple of Hotmogu Mythic+ Affixes - Xal'atath's Bargain: Ascendant WoW's 20th Anniversary - October 22, 2024 to January 6, 2025 Don't miss it Weekly Checklist World Boss - Orta, Deepwalker Giant in Azj-Kahet Special Assignment World Quests Theater Troupe Awakening the Machine Spreading the Light Severed Threads Pacts Worldsoul Memories Important Posts Class Tuning Incoming – December 17 Crest Acquisition Improvements Coming Next Week in 11.0.7 Siren Isle Update Notes Heed the Call of Siren Isle Beginning December 17 Hotfixes and much more! You can find us on Discord at The Starting Zone or email us at TheStartingZone@Gmail.com Have you heard about our Patreon? It's a great way to support the show and goes towards making more content for you! Check it out here: https://www.patreon.com/thestartingzone Looking for to grab some great TSZ merch? Look no further than here! We've got the shirts, hoodies, mugs, pillows even stickers you want!

Surf photographer Rambo Estrada has published his first photographic collection, Unbound: Vol 1 An Aotearoa Road Trip. 

There's almost nothing that Mr & Mrs Whitehall can't apply their wide-ranging experience and vast wisdom to and this week is no different. On the slate, we have how to attract attention in the digital age, an impressive bit of research into Whitehall family history and a question that you might not have asked yourself before... "Should I go on holiday with somebody I've only just met?"You can email your questions, thoughts or problems to TheWitteringWhitehalls@gmail.comThis episode contains explicit language and adult themes that may not be suitable for all listeners.Please review Global's Privacy Policy: https://global.com/legal/privacy-policy/

Ever wondered how the symbols on a soccer club's crest encapsulate its entire history and ethos? Join us as we explore the fascinating design elements that make soccer crests more than just logos. We promise you'll gain a deeper understanding of how clubs like Real Madrid and Manchester United embed their rich heritage into every detail. From royal emblems to regional references, discover the significance behind these iconic designs and their ongoing relevance in connecting clubs to their communities.In our journey through the history of Manchester United's crest, we even set aside our Liverpool loyalties to objectively appreciate its evolution. Learn about the consistent presence of the merchant ship, a nod to Manchester's industrial past, and the introduction of the Red Devil emblem in the 1970s, rooted in a nickname from the 1960s. Each element tells a story, painting a vivid picture of the club's identity. This episode is a treasure trove for any soccer enthusiast eager to uncover the hidden meanings and stories behind some of the sport's most recognizable crests.

Special thanks to Michael Nunzi from the TSS Discord for requesting today's topic! How important are a good crest and solid color scheme (metaphorically solid) in soccer? What makes for a good crest? What are some of the best and worst examples? What makes for an iconic kit color scheme combo, and who did it best… and who… did not.

Special thanks to Michael Nunzi from the TSS Discord for requesting today's topic! How important are a good crest and solid color scheme (metaphorically solid) in soccer? What makes for a good crest? What are some of the best and worst examples? What makes for an iconic kit color scheme combo, and who did it best… and who… did not.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 4 The trio make a stop at a friend's farm.  In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Another morning dawned bright and clear, dissipating the last wisps of fog lingering over the ground. All was silent except the crackle of the fire. Thinking it odd the fire hadn't died down, Devin squinted open an eye. Reina sat serenely, her legs tucked under her nursing a steaming mug. [[MORE]] He was about to wish her a good morning when he felt a familiar pair of arms and thighs. Lifting the blanket, he was not particularly surprised his morning wood was sandwiched between his stomach and a limp, drooling fairy. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear. She looked so peaceful compared to when she was awake. It was hard to imagine so much energy in such a tiny package. Her optimism was contagious, always so bubbly and cheerful. Every time she'd laugh or giggle, her nose scrunched up adorably, and dimples appeared. As he stroked her freckled cheek, he became aware of the squishing of her breasts against him with every breath she took. That gave him a naughty idea. He gently grasped her between his fingers and slowly stroked himself with her warm little body. Her nipples were much softer than when she was aroused, but they still pleasantly stimulated him as they dragged over his skin. It wasn't going to be enough to make him cum, though, so he rubbed against her a few more times and then let her be. He didn't want to wake her up. Out of Devin's periphery, he noticed Reina watching him. He mused, "It seems to be her favorite sleeping spot." "Looks to be. I admit I'm a little jealous of her size." "I'm glad you're not as small. Would have made what we did last night a bit more difficult." She swished her tail and took a sip of her drink, attempting to hide her blush. "I'm still a bit sore back there, but I would be up for it again sometime." Clearing her throat, "I hope you slept well, herd-mate. I have stoked the fire and prepared you something warm to drink." "Thank you, Reina. Getting out of a warm bed when it's cold is not one of my favorite things." "That explains why you snuggled into me so much last night. Kept on laying your head between my breasts." "Did I? Couldn't have asked for a better pillow!" "You did. Maybe that's why you are in need of some attention this morning. Can I relieve it for you?" Devin looked down at his erection. "I would love that, but don't feel obligated." "But I want to. You've made me orgasm so many times since we met. I want to do the same for you." "If you insist, then." After taking the drink Reina prepared for him, he got to his feet as Reina knelt in front of him. He gently disengaged Azalea from his morning wood and placed her back under the blanket. She tried to suppress her eager smile as she settled into a comfortable position. With her long, slender fingers, she gripped his twitching member. "I can feel the pulse of your heart, herd-mate," Reina exclaimed with reverent awe. "I hope so! I'd be concerned if you couldn't," he chuckled. Having no prior masturbation experience, either mutual or personal, she attempted to clumsily jack him off with no cadence or particular pattern. In the past, she had stealthily watched girls from other herds pleasuring their mates, but watching didn't necessarily equate to knowing what to do. Reina grew a little apprehensive, seeing he was not eliciting the response she desired. She dared a peek into his face, thinking he might not be enjoying her efforts, but his eyes were gentle and didn't convey any sense of urgency or boredom. "I'm sorry for my inexperience, herd-mate." With a gentle smile, he laid his hand over hers. "I appreciate your earnestness. Grip it like this; that's right; a little tighter, it's not that delicate; and pump up and down. Try to think at what speed you'd want someone to rub your cunt and try to mimic that, and don't be afraid to try slight variations once you're comfortable." As she became accustomed to her task, he let her take over. She experimented with overhand, underhand, and sometimes both hands, listening for indications that he liked it. After several minutes of practice, she wondered what to do next when a droplet of clear liquid appeared. This must be that pre-cum Azalea & Mavis mentioned yesterday. She scooped some onto her fingers and stretched the sticky substance between them. I thought only females got wet, and the males just stuck it in when things were slippery enough. I guess this means he's feeling good? As her hands became slicker, she wondered if she should use her mouth. Leaning forward, she sniffed. Hmm, not as strong a smell as a male Whitehorn. I suppose humans bathe more often. Such an odd shape too -- thicker, but not as long. No wonder my herd-mate was worried he wouldn't be able to satisfy me. He shouldn't worry about trifling things like that. Her eyes slightly crossed as she inhaled again, more deeply, letting his scent etch itself into her memory. Then she planted a polite kiss on the tip and daintily fed it between her lips, nibbling on the spongey gland. With a few swirls of her tongue, she lapped up his pre-cum while continuing to jerk him off. "Ar youf feeing guud, her-mae? Wan me go faser, or harer?" "Deeper," Devin panted. Smiling around his penis, she watched his eyes go momentarily vacant as she started bobbing, feeding more into her mouth with each descent. She felt butterflies when Devin groaned from the warm wetness enveloping him and her silky tongue bathing his nerves in ecstasy. Her physical size was smaller than the males of her species but large by human standards, and her mouth reflected this -- quite able to accommodate his length. Devin was entirely in her mouth and could just barely feel the back of her throat. He was about to lose himself in the sensation when he remembered the drink he was holding. He looked at the yellowish liquid skeptically. "Whash ong her-mae?" "What is this?" Replacing her mouth with her hand, she continued to pump him to not lose the tempo. "It's just a tea made from the leaves of fireweed herbs I gathered this morning." "Oh." He put the mug to his lips and lightly burned his tongue as he took a sip." "What did you think it was?" He took another sip, avoiding eye contact. "Nothing specific." She studied him for a moment. "No, it doesn't contain any of my urine; if that's what you were worried about. Although, among some herds, I've heard there are males who enjoy drinking their females' first pee of the morning when it tastes strongest. I can do that for you if you wish." "No need to trouble yourself. With the brief experience I had using Azalea's magic, I can understand, somewhat, why they would like it, especially if they're in season, but I'm quite content with this," he said hurriedly, fearing she might insist. "This," he stated as he swirled the tea around, "is relaxing. It's a bit tart but has a hint of sweetness, a bit like you, now that I think about it. Your personality, I mean." "My personality, hmm? I'm sure that wasn't the only thing you remembered just now that tasted sweetly tart." She smirked. "Still, I'm happy you found it to your taste, my love. I enjoy it every morning, as well. It clears my mind and helps me focus." She gulped his member down once more. Her sucking grew louder and more lewd as more precum was added to her saliva. She placed his hands on her antlers to let him guide her as he pleased. With how well she was doing, she didn't need any guidance. Instead, he scratched behind her ears, wondering if this was a bit demeaning, like petting an animal, but she nuzzled her head into it, seemingly wanting more. Reina increased the suction, so her cheeks constricted around his tongue-cradled shaft. Noticing his balls start to contract close to his body, she kept milking his glans with her throat, not realizing what this signified. Being too close to climax to warn her, she squeaked in surprise when his first spurt went down her throat. She backed off a bit and massaged his balls as he filled her cheeks. It was at this moment that Azalea stirred. She sat up, rubbing her eyes while stretching one arm in the air, causing her boobs to jiggle. As she scratched her bed hair, she looked around and suddenly locked half-lidded eyes on the scene playing out nearby. She took in Reina's eyes darting between her and Devin's penis, noting her embarrassment to be caught in such an awkward position. Azalea fluttered over and plopped down on Devin's thigh. Scrutinizing Reina's gradually filling cheeks, she nodded to herself, affirming Reina was doing a good job. She gave her a loving peck on the cheek, yawned, and started idly rubbing her nipples as she waited until the two finished. With Devin's final spurt, Reina slowly pulled off, careful not to spill. She sat back and was about to swallow when Azalea grabbed her chin. Reina was unsure if she had done something wrong, and the two stared at each other until an audible stomach growl broke the silence. As if on queue, Azalea pressed her small lips to hers, causing Reina's eyes flew open at the sudden intimacy. The kiss wasn't passionate, but it was hungry and seemed to convey a 'let's enjoy this together' feeling of playfulness. With her eyes, Reina begged Devin for help as Azalea flicked her tongue across her lips, seeking admittance. However, Devin enjoyed the surprise show too much to curtail what he reasoned was a good bonding experience between them. He urged Reina to go along with it. Giving him the poutiest face she could manage, she loosened her lips, allowing Azalea's to dart in, and their tongues entwined in a gooey embrace. I didn't realize this kind of kissing felt so good. Her tongue is so small. She smells so sweet, so floral. As they continued their oral wrestling, Azalea occasionally scooped some of the creamy treat into her mouth, humming with its deliciousness. She continued until just half of Devin's load was left in her flustered friend's mouth. Breaking the kiss slowly, she lingered on the feeling of Reina's soft lips, savoring the thickness of her life-mate's early morning cum. She licked her lips in satisfaction after an audible swallow. Looking a little more alert, Azalea flew to her bag, pulled out a comb, and re-perched on Reina's shoulder. "Thank you, life-mate, for the morning treat, and thank you, Reina, for sharing!" she said, excitedly hugging and nuzzling Reina's neck before organizing her unruly hair. Reina swallowed twice. "Yo, your welcome, Azalea. The, that was my first kiss with a girl." "It was?! I'm happy I could be your first, and we definitely shouldn't make it the last!" Taking a sip of her cold tea, Reina tried to calm her fluttering heart. "Did I do an adequate job, herd-mate?" "Once you got the hang of it, it felt amazing!" He wasn't sure she could take any more kissing, but he did anyway to further emphasize his appreciation. "I'm glad it was to your liking. I'll service you whenever you need it." After an unexpectedly fun morning, the trio got dressed, had a quick breakfast, and set off to Gylan's farm. --- Azalea sat on Reina's antlers, kicking her legs. "Are we almost there, life-mate?" "It should be coming into view now," was Devin's reply. As they topped the final hill, a large valley spread out before them, dotted with a patchwork quilt of colored fields, and a wide, slow-flowing river meandered down the middle. Homesteads with sturdy, timbered buildings clustered here and there around the valley. "Which is your friend's farm, life-mate?" Devin pointed to the southeast corner. "The one with the water wheel." "I can't wait to meet him! What's he like?" Devin stretched his shoulders. "He's a practical man but very jovial. He, his wife, and his daughter work hard to provide a home for all the demi-humans on the farm." "Is his daughter hot?" asked Azalea conspiratorially. "She is attractive, yes." "Have you mated with her?" inquired Reina. "I didn't think about sex so much before I met you two, so no." "Are you implying my presence has made you more licentious? I am a prim and proper lady," Reina contended with a haughty air. "Yes, properly allowing public access to your ass, you mean," Azalea giggled. "It was ONE time, under uncharacteristic circumstances," Reina huffed. Azalea flitted over to Reina's back and patted her rump. "We could make it two." Reina just snorted and flicked her tail. Descending the hill, the trio approached the main lodge. A large, burly man opened the front door as they approached, wiping his hands on a towel. Peering into the distance, he scratched his dark red beard, and his eyes lit up in recognition. "Hoi, young Devin! Good to see you're still kickin', and I see you found folk to kick it with!" he shouted. Devin circled the wagon, brought it to a halt, and jumped down. "I did. Some interesting events happened recently. I see you haven't overworked yourself to an early retirement yet." "Sometimes I feel like it. Hard to keep up with all the young'uns around here." "Did you finally hire more workers?" "Aye, a few temp workers, and only till the first snow. We weren't expecting you for a few more days." "The weather was favorable, and my horse had some additional assistance," Devin offered while gesturing to Reina. "Let me introduce you to my companions. This is Reina Virtsa and Azalea Ó Gallchobhair." Reina extended her front hoof and bowed while Azalea curtsied. "No need to be so formal. It's a pleasure meet'n both of ya's. Glad young Devin found traveling companions. It's said strangers are just friends you haven't met yet. Wouldn't settle for anything less than two, eh?" he laughed, smacking Devin on the back. "As you probably already guessed, I'm Gylan Kiveläson, one of ten farming families in this valley. I manage this one with my wife 'n daughter. Unfortunately, my better half isn't here to greet you. She's over at the neighbor's, help'n set up a roost for some harpies. I'm not sure where that daughter of mine has wandered off to. "We haven't finished harvesting your order yet. We'll have you stay with us tonight, and we can load up the merchandise tomorrow afternoon." "Sorry to intrude like this," confessed Devin. Ruffling Devin's hair, Gavin countered, "Don't be silly, ma'boy! You're like the son I never had!" "Well, then, we'll be in your care." Gylan shielded his eyes from the sun. "Still sometime before sundown. Would your companions like a tour? We've made some changes since your last visit." "I'm intrigued. It sounds very educational," affirmed Reina. "Yes, yes! Show us everything!" exclaimed Azalea, landing on Gylan's shoulder. "Such energy and excitement makes me wish I was young again, little Azalea!" Gavin complained. "Nonsense! You look like you're in the prime of life!" "Plenty of work and being around youngsters like you keep this fifty-year-old going!" Unhitching Reina, Devin clasped her hand and followed Gylan. Gylan led his guests around, commenting here and there about the buildings and fields, what grew in each, and how they rotated crops. "You certainly employ many people, Mr. Kiveläson," Reina commented as she watched the various farm hands go about their duties. "We employ twenty-five demi-humans. Sixteen live here full time. The other eleven are temporary workers from other farms and help out if we are shorthanded at the end of the year." "You only employ satyrs and sheepmen?" she asked. "You could say we employ them, but we consider them more like family. Initially, we just planned to grow produce and grains, but shearing sheep-folk so often made us wonder if there was a market for their wool on this side of the kingdom. We asked young Devin to find out if there was a market for it. "It was challenging to find a buyer at first, but now, the demand for Gylan's 'all-natural sheep-girl' wool is in some demand. Townsfolk say it breathes better and is warmer than other textiles. We shear them around spring. Relieves them of their old coat, helps keep them cool during summer, and also gives them a chance to regrow it in time for winter. Additionally, we sell milk from the satyresses almost year-round. We make enough from the land's resources, so anything the girls produce is their own spending money to buy things they want during trips to town." "I bet they have a lot of fun when they do," commented Devin. "The hustle and bustle of Iceford is exciting to them. For me, it's just nostalgic. Would it surprise you to know I wasn't originally a farmer? We used to live in Iceford. I was a carpenter by trade, and my wife was a seamstress. I'm sure you all remember the drought fourteen years ago." "I do," recalled Devin. "Took a massive toll on everyone across the kingdom. Many parents starved to keep their children alive." His voice trailed off. "That they did, young Devin." "It affected many outlying demi-human tribes, as well," added Reina. "I remember being very hungry. My family's herd had to migrate much further than we normally did, and we had to ration a lot of food and water." Azalea included, "We fairies don't normally need to eat much, so food wasn't as much of an issue as finding water was." "That was the catalyst that motivated me to be a farmer; too many orphans. Broke ma'heart to see them homeless. Because the effects were so far felt, the local guilds offered a large incentive of money, seed, and building assistance to anyone who wanted to become farmers. I talked it over with the wife, and we decided to try our hand at it. "It took half a year till we were established enough to think we might be able to offer some orphans a home. We inquired at a few orphanages and were further encouraged when we learned that we'd receive a year-long monetary stipend for each orphan we adopted, so we did. They are all grown up now, and we consider them as our children; as my own blood-kin." "That was very noble of you, Mr. Kiveläson, to give them such an impressive establishment to call home," commended Reina. "Thank you. Can't say I can take much credit, though. I just acquired the land and built the buildings. They are the ones who turned it into a home." Gylan ended their tour at a building with a large, mossy waterwheel turning lazily in the river. He motioned toward the new-looking barn. "And now, for the biggest change we made. The wheel isn't new, but we did have to rebuild the main structure for our latest addition." Nearing the large double doors, they heard the clacking of something mechanical, punctuated with an occasional low moan, issued from within. Devin glanced at Azalea sitting on his shoulder, wringing her hands in unsuppressed excitement. Gylan opened one side of the double doors and ushered them inside. Gylan exclaimed proudly, "This, here, is the newest addition! Our automated milker!" The interior was spacious and well-ventilated. The wall to their left had neatly organized shelves with buckets, pails, drying racks, stools, crates, and several empty labeled jars. On the right side, extending along the length of the building and spotlighted by the afternoon sun shining down from windows in the ceiling, were seven waist-high, partitioned stalls. All but one contained an oddly-designed table. The far stall was slightly different, with a wall sectioning off the back half. The moaning they heard earlier came from a sheep-girl facing the visitors. Her walnut-colored dress was pulled over her back. She was bent over a table, lying on her arms, eyes closed, panting, and her face was the picture of pure bliss. Her backside was stuck through the wall and jostled quite energetically, making the ornamental jewelry gilded to her curled horns twinkle in the light. Next to the sheep-girl were three lively satyresses chatting, seemingly undisturbed by their noisy neighbor. They were positioned in a similar manner, except behind them loomed the large axle of the waterwheel. A series of gears and axles connected to it split and powered a piston system that was steadily and tirelessly plunging dildos into their backsides. Another set of gears went to a contraption housed in a wooden box under the tables. All the girls were chest-down on the tables, their milk-laden breasts snuggly cradled in glass containers, allowing a perfect view of their nipples expressing generous amounts of creamy milk into the jars below. "Good afternoon, girls. Look who's come to visit!" "Heya, Devin!" announced a grinning, tomboyish satyress with short orange-red hair and a lithe physique. Like all the satyrs on the farm, she had rectangular pupils and a pair of short, straight horns, angled in a slight 'V,' adorning her head. She was naked except for the coarse fur covering her legs and hips, an open-front vest, and a bell that clanged softly around her neck whenever she moved. "Hi, Cyna! You and your sisters are looking well." "We are! I finally became a milkmaid!" Cyna proclaimed. "I can see that. Congratulations!" "I turned eighteen this year, and Papa finally let me induce my milk! See? I've almost filled up two bottles already, and they threw a party for me, and Ryna ate so much she gained weight!" she rattled off excitedly, poking her plumper sister in the side. "That's not true!" Ryna denied it as she adjusted her glasses and fidgeted with her braided white hair. "Well, maybe a little. Momma and Ellyn make really good food, ok?" "Welcome back, Devin," drawled the oldest of the three, tucking strands of her long, black, wavy hair behind her ear, revealing a beauty mark under her eye. "Hello, Iryna! Are you doing alright? You looked a bit flushed." "I am. I got tested for affinity, and well; I got the lactation crest." She placed her hand on the mark pulsing on her lower belly. "Apparently, one of the potential side effects, besides a larger chest, is milking addiction. My nipples are so sensitive, and every squirt of milk feels like it's pumping a mini-orgasm out of me." Gylan patted Iryna's head. "That's why we added the pistons. At first, it was only one, but the other girls wanted to try it as well, so we installed the others." "But they are too slow," lamented Cyna. Azalea fluttered behind the three satyresses. "Wow, you can take two centaur dildos!?" "Took a lot of stretching, but yes, I love having both holes stuffed!" Cyna replied, wagging her stubby tail happily. "I know the feeling! When you cum, and there's so much in you for your body to spasm around; feels wonderful!" Azalea agreed. "But I see what you mean by too slow." Ryna lifted her ass, pushing back, so her human and satyr dildos reached just a bit deeper. "When there is a rainstorm, they move a little quicker. Cyna likes it fast and rough. She doesn't appreciate the subtle stimulation of edging." "Slamming my hips against a cock and having it bottom out gives me plenty of stimulation!" declared Cyna. "And a bruised cervix," Ryna smirked. Cyna reached back to push her clit down, so it rubbed against the centaur dildo sluggishly stretching her cunt. "Well, it's worth a little discomfort. Iryna knows what I mean." Iryna stretched her arms forward, reminding Devin of a cat stretching. "I like both, little Cyna, but right now, the speed is just right." she purred. Gylan scratched her ears. "Could you lift your belly up, Iryna, dear? I want to show Devin the table. The platform was designed with comfort in mind. The whole thing is padded. The front is wider, so it's more comfortable to lay flat while they get milked." "The back is narrow enough to straddle, and it's equipped with stirrups to adjust themselves as needed." Gylan put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. "Funny story how this came about. A troupe of dwarves came through here need'n some supplies. Thing is, they didn't have enough coin. After thinking for a bit on what to barter, a gruff member of their party asked, 'you produce milk here, yes?' I said we did. 'I could rig up yer water wheel to pump the milk for ya, but y'all have to get the actual pumping device elsewhere.' 'I know a goblin lass named Eitri who could craft one for ya,' suggested another. "Long story short, they built this contraption. One of them still needs a table and a pumping device, come to think of it." "I see two other holes. What are they for?" inquired Reina. "The smaller hole in the back is in case any of the males want a turn, and the large middle one is for―" A lusty moan interrupted Gylan. All eyes turned to the sheep-girl next to Iryna. A tall, stocky young woman in a gray dress and white apron, previously unnoticed due to being obstructed by the sheep-girl, stood up. "Sorry, everyone, I musta tweaked her nipple a bit too hard!" She held up a pail of milk and nodded to the last sheep-girl. "Since Da didn't introduce Priscilla, I'll do it. She is an exchange farmhand from the other side of the valley." Gylan's heavy-breasted daughter exited the stall, her flaming red hair fanning over her shoulders as she set the pail down. She closed the short distance and embraced Devin in a spine-cracking hug. The pillowy softness of her chest helped distract from the pain in his back. "Hi, Ellyn," Devin gasped. Ellyn loosened her grip and looked him up and down. "Are you eating enough? You're so scrawny despite being older than me." "I eat light when I'm on the road. I do try to keep myself in decent shape -- try being the key word." He hunched over, rubbing his back. She gave him a knowing glance. "Good thing you're staying the night. Gives me a chance to get some home cookin' in ya's before you go traipsing across the kingdom again." She pulled him into another hug, this time more gently. "It's good to see you again." "Likewise. Priscilla looks like she's havin' a time of it." "She is. the boys are quite feisty today, so she's getting a lot of attention." She motioned behind the wall. "Are you here for the usual merchandise?" "I am. The usual shipment of milk and wool. Oh, and Jeni wanted another special order." "I'll let Ailean know he's needed, and Erinnah decided she wanted to be sheared late this year, so we can ask her if she's ready. Don't tell her I said so, but I secretly think she was just waiting for you. Also, to answer your question, Reina, the medium hole is for the sheep-girls." Reina looked again and noticed Priscilla's sizable stomach. "She looks four or five months pregnant." "Looks like, yes, but there ain't no little'uns in 'er," Ellyn elaborated. "The breednial crest is what's makin'er belly so big. She also has the lactation crest to help increase her milk production. Sheep-girls produce far less milk than satyresses or holstaurs. However, their milk contains more fat and minerals, making it ideal for cheese-making. Not only her; all the sheep-girls have both." "As you've noticed, they have the side-effect of gettin' the girls all hot 'n bothered, especially the breednial crest. They wanted, or maybe I should say needed, something more; stimulating than a slow piston, so we built the back room. Gives the girls the satisfaction they crave, and the boys get to help out without risk of knockin'em up." "They won't let me have a turn, though, cause I don't have any affinity," huffed Cyna. "Interesting, but why does it make her belly large?" asked Devin. Before Ellyn could answer, a sudden thump, followed by a soft rustling sound, was heard from behind Reina. Everyone turned to see a young woman walking out of one of the hay piles, straw sticking out from all over her dark-green silver-trim cloak. "Speaking of our resident mage; Jyora, come over an' meet some old friends!" Gylan urged. "It's hard to work with so much noise in here, Mr. Kiveläson. That's why I requested my room up there." She annoyedly pointed to the loft. "Jyora, you do enough work for two people. You can relax a bit. Also, you can just call me Gylan." "Time is a precious thing, Mr. Kiveläson. I dislike laziness and prefer to make the most of my internship while I'm here, thank you." He shrugged. "Suit yourself." "Jyora is a soon-to-be graduate of Thawden Magic Academy," Ellyn explained. "She needed some hands-on experience in order to complete her schooling, so we hired her to check the workers for magic affinity. Our current arrangement is a bit tricky. Only Priscillia, Erinnah, Iryn, and Ailean have affinity, so she has to personally milk the other sheep-girls, on top of her other work, until she has fully trained them how to power and maintain the girls' crests." Jyora looked at them through a pair of pince-nez glasses with dispassionate brown eyes while holding her cloak closed with two dainty paws. Large fuzzy ears twitched as she shook free some of the straw still clinging to her head. She was a willowy girl with short fur covering certain parts of her body and tufts of fluffy fur around her ankles and right above her elbows. "What is she?" Devin whispered to Azalea. "I'm a descendant of the ratatoskr; with very good hearing, she answered. "I believe the less-imaginative call my kind squirrels." "Oh, sorry, it's nice to meet you, Miss Jyora. I'm Devin Ebonplume." Devin made the motion for a handshake, but Jyora just looked at it, bowing instead. "To answer your earlier question, Mr. Ebonplume, sheep-folk have an irrational fear of being sheared. Various methods to break them of this phobia have been attempted with mixed results -- from blindfolding to sleep-shearing. Some have even gone to more extreme attempts like using the fearousal crest, which causes the user to associate feelings of fear, hopelessness, and despair as a powerful aphrodisiac. Although, questions of safety and viability were called into question about that one." "Crests and glyphs have pros and cons. The more extreme the change in the user, the more severe the side effect. The side effect of the breednial crest was negligible compared to others, and for some even preferable as is the case with Priscillia exhibiting very little to-no responsive stimuli except from that which causes pleasure." "You're very knowledgeable, Miss Jyora. I wish we would have had someone at the fairy village like you to teach us. I'm sure most of my knowledge is outdated." "You've some knowledge on the subject?" Azalea pulled the top of her dress down a little revealing her lovecrest. Jyora adjusted her glasses and squinted. "You have quite the antique crest. I rarely see this one used anymore. Most users prefer them for a very specific purpose, mostly out of some necessity. Case in point, I invented the breednial crest." "You created it?! I've never met an actual crestsmith before!" "I don't think of myself as one as it's the only one I've crafted. Creating something brand new that hadn't existed is always daunting. For that reason, crestology and glyphology study is the pursuit of improving and bettering old methods. Most just modify what already exists, but a few pursue pushing the boundaries of what might be possible out of curiosity or necessity." "For my graduation project, I wanted to try tackling the problem of finding a way to cure the sheep-folk's idiosyncrasy. I postulated that, since humans and most demi-human species enter a relaxed state after orgasm, there must be a way to concentrate this state of mind to override their phobia. The problem, though, was how to concentrate it and what catalyst to use to attach it to." "The first clue came when I was attending a lecture on more sustainable methods for assisting harpies with egg production. After much trial and error, I eventually structured the breednial crest based on an oviparous, or egg-laying, demi-human's biological process. This crest only works on the female of their species, though. It's designed for whenever a sheep-girl mates with a male, and all the semen ejaculated into her womb will be enveloped into an egg-like structure made from the sheep-folk's bodies' higher calcium content. During the resolution phase, the post-orgasmic relaxation chemicals are released and siphoned into the egg, where it mixes with the semen. The side effect of this process is a near-constant orgasmic euphoria during the egg's formation since there is no decline process after orgasm.' "So, how does it help with alleviating their fear?" queried Devin. "Before we get to that," Ellyn interjected, suddenly appearing behind the little mage, "Jyora, dear, you only told a half-truth about yourself. Would you like to 'show' Devin and his friends more precisely what kind of squirrel you are?" Leaning in close to her ear, Ellyn threw in, "This is the perfect time to indulge in your little hobby to a brand new, unsuspecting audience who have no knowledge of the naughty little thing you like to do." Jyora frowned. Is she talking about what I think she's talking about? She flushed at the possibility. How did she find out? I thought I was discreet, or at least prudent, enough to make it look accidental. All eyes were fixed on Jyora, waiting to see what she'd do, which caused her paws to tremble. Ellyn, noticing her demeanor change, instantly hugged her to her chest. "Of course, you don't have to. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. I know you're a very private person." Jyora knew Ellyn's intention wasn't to embarrass her or be malicious. Her "hobby," as she called it, was something that developed since she'd come to work on this farm. Its root cause stemmed from her work-driven personality. Her single-mindedness at completing a task tended to make her shirk aspects of her life: socializing, interpersonal relationships, and maintaining her health -- especially her sexual health. Those things took time away from study and research. She took pride in this aspect of herself. Yet lately, she felt she was missing out, seeing how the demi-humans, especially Ellyn, interacted with each other. That's why she began to admire the older farm girl. Ellyn was personable and liked by everyone. She genuinely cared about those around her. She managed her work with such an easy-going attitude and made sure everyone around her was as happy and healthy as they could be. Sometimes it was little things -- cooking meals, nursing someone when they fell sick, or just lending a sympathetic ear. Other times it was more intimate: fingering a satyress who needed some relief during milking because she was afraid to use the piston machine or giving a blowjob to a satyr who had trouble sleeping. Once, during the height of the demi-folk's mating season, when they were most distracted from work, she had even observed Ellyn servicing four of the farmhands at once. Jyora couldn't imagine herself, on hands and knees, back arched, simultaneously masturbating two satyrs in each hand while a sheep-man pounded her ass, all while also giving a sheep-girl cunnilingus. When confronted about it later, she said she only did that during that particular time of year, and it was more efficient than relieving them one at a time. Now, though, Jyora was here, in front of a small audience, and Ellyn was giving her a prime opportunity. She could take a step at loosening up and indulging in something that she had only just started dabbling in. With a placid expression and a quickening heart rate, she licked her lips and wiggled out of Ellyn's voluminous bosom. With excited trepidation, she slowly unclasped her hands and spread them wide for all to see. Several eyebrows shot up to realize, aside from her cloak and soft leather shoes, that she was completely naked. "Isn't her patagium a perfect backdrop for such a precious, cuddly body!?" Ellyn gushed. Everyone's eyes followed Ellyn's hands as they stroked and petted what she called the patagium -- the soft, thin, fur-covered skin connecting her wrists and ankles to both sides of her body like wings. "Little Jyora is a flying squirrel and, as I suspected, an exhibitionist. Unlike a regular ratatoskr, she's much more subdued. She's also much lighter and more suited to gliding than climbing. I am a little sad that her long, flat tail isn't curled and bushy." Ellyn seemed to be more animated than Devin was used to seeing. Like her father, she was usually very pragmatic and easy-going, but he'd have to add 'an avid fan of cute things' to his mental image of her. "So you didn't know she was an exhibitionist?" asked Reina. Ellyn smooshed her cheek against Jyora's, stroking her head. "I never caught her in the act; I'd only heard rumors. Given her no-nonsense attitude, I brushed it off as just that, but then I started hearing about more detailed incidents such as incidentally leaving her robe unbuttoned, allowing a sneak peek at her perky breasts." Jyora moaned as Ellyn flicked her hardening nipples. "Or when she 'accidentally' dropped something and coincidentally "forgot" to wear underclothes that day, giving Cyna a nice view of her cute, heart-shaped ass." "It's a very squeezable-looking ass," remarked Cyna with a suggestive smile. In response, Ellyn did precisely that, causing Jyora to squeak in surprise as Ellyn pinched her backside. "So you tricked her into thinking you knew she was an exhibitionist?" Reina submitted for clarification. "Maybe a little. I took this opportunity to find out for certain. I wasn't trying to be mean. I was just curious." "M'not an exhibitionist.," Jyora murmured. Her pride stung a little at being tricked into revealing herself. Despite already fully exposing herself, her pride wasn't quite ready to give in. "Maybe you were only toying with the idea earlier, but your gaze crests seem to imply you wanted to take it further at some point." Azalea pointed to Jyora's lower belly. Everyone, except Iryna, Priscilla, and Devin, had a blank look on their face. Below her navel was a simple (compared to Azalea's) heart-shaped womb crest with two jagged lines on either side and an upsidedown star at the base of the heart. "Only other crest or glyph users can see each other's crests." She explained. "What does the gaze crest do?" Devin asked. "It creates a vibrating sensation inside her when someone looks at her lustfully." Jyora suddenly sucked in her breath. Falling against Ellyn, she squeezed her thighs together as her crest pulsed to life. Rhythmic vibrations reverberated through the length and breadth of her vagina. "Oh, my! Another naughty secret you've been keeping from us." Ellyn cooed. Her finger wound across Jyora's flat belly to where she thought her crest might be. "Oh! I can feel the buzzing!" Her fingers circled the spot. "I bet it feels amazing." Ellyn wrapped her arms around Jyora's shoulders. "I wonder who it was who activated your crest. Are you wondering too? Is it exciting imagining someone having lewd thoughts about you, but who could it be? Should we try and guess!" "Hmm, dad only has eyes for mom, so it can't be him. Perhaps it's Reina! A queenly-looking lady such as herself might feel the need to spank some proper manners into such a lewd girl for revealing herself in public. Or perhaps it's Devin. Have you ever done it with a human before? The shape and thickness might be just the right fit to hit all the right places. Combined with your crest, you might just gush on the spot." "Perhaps it's me!" she said teasingly. "I know my way around a girl." She formed her fingers into 'V' and sultrily licked between them. "As you know, I have a lot of experience helping out everyone on the farm when they need it. Or it could be little Azalea. I bet those tiny hands and tongue would want to tease the pleasure out of even the tiniest nooks and crannies." Devin cast a suspicious glance at Azalea, who looked away, feigning innocence. Ellyn's syrupy words dripped like fuel onto Jyora's fire. Her growing arousal made her want Ellyn to take her and do whatever she wanted in front of everyone. Yet some tiny shred of pride remained, preventing her from coming out and asking for it. Perhaps she actually wanted Ellyn to fan her spark just a little more. "Should we maybe try to tease out what other secrets you might be keeping?" Ellyn hummed. She tried mustering herself, but only a meek, "You can try," came out. "I'm quite competent at deducing things about a person. Shall we start with your reason for wanting a room in the milking barn? You said you disliked interruptions earlier, but that's an odd statement considering how much noise there is in here. Between the gears and the girls moaning during milking, it's anything but quiet. I think maybe you have an alternative reason for wanting to stay here. Maybe, a little alone time on the table." Jyora's expression remained unreadable, but her body was about to betray her. A small bead of moisture glistened between her legs, alerting everyone to her current level of arousal. "I couldn't guess which hole you enjoy it in, maybe both, but I could venture a guess at what type and size toy you use. You're pretty petite, so the centaurs are out. Perhaps one from your own species? No, something tells me you like something more exotic. I'm going to guess a satyr. Maybe medium size?" Everyone's eyes returned to her cunt as if it were some lewd truth-telling machine. Sure enough, her body affirmed Ellyn's guess as more liquid rallied to her lower lips. Between Ellyn's sultry voice, the intense vibrations between her legs, the area above her hand-full-sized breasts flushed red, matching the color of her cheeks. Her clit and labia were fully swollen. In order to cum properly, though, she needed physical sensation to push her over the edge. "I wonder what your audience thinks of your little fetish." Jyora glanced around. Gylan had his arms crossed, seemingly amused by the whole affair. Reina's face didn't betray her emotions, but she did look like she was trying not to be too obvious rubbing up against one of the barn's support posts. Azalea had her hand under her dress, attempting to covertly masturbate. "You look like you are about ready. Who do you want to take you to bliss; or do you want to do it yourself?" Ellyn crooned. Jyora looked down. She felt vulnerable to be so horny and fully exposed in front of so many people. She imagined their eyes running over her body, lingering on her stiff nipples and the juices dripping down her thighs. At the same time, it felt liberating. Her body was doing the work of helping her open up in a way that she didn't anticipate, showing everyone how she felt without words. Tossing aside the last of her pride, she craned her neck to look into Ellyn's emerald eyes. Her unassuming attitude and gentle touch made her feel safe in this girl's arms; safe enough that she impulsively kissed her. "M'want you to," she mumbled. "Want me to what?" "I want you to give me an orgasm," Jyora pleaded. Ellyn smiled. "I'm more than happy to! Let's give them a good show. I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of face you make when you cum." Supporting Jyora in one arm, she started trailing kisses down her neck while her other hand snaked down to her soaking slit. Ellyn slowly burrowed her fingers through her swollen folds, causing her to arch her back and push her hips into the much-needed sensation. After circling the entrance to her vagina several times, her fingers slid effortlessly into her juicy depths. The vibrations felt much stronger on the inside. "I'm a bit jealous that affinity users are able to enjoy such fun magic." With her fingers well-buried inside, Ellyn started to thrust them in and out while circling Jyora's stiff clit with her thumb, flicking it with every other cycle, sending little jolts coursing through her spasming body. Jyora had given all vestiges of control to Ellyn; she was her little plaything. She squirmed around the invasive digits, whimpering her need as the squelching from her cunt became louder. Ellyn paused, holding up her hand to show the audience how soaked Jyora was. She gave the juices running down her hand a quick taste before plunging her fingers back inside. Jyora's breathing came in ragged gasps as she leaned her head back into the crook of Ellyn's shoulder, locking eyes and hoping they conveyed how good she was feeling, how hungry she was, how much she needed this, and how happy she was Ellyn was giving her what she needed. Crooking her fingers, Ellyn searched out the special spot at the top of the vagina she hoped would push Jyora over the edge. She must have found it because Jyora suddenly bucked twice. Her eyes rolled back as her body spasmed, clenching hard around Ellyn's fingers. Ellyn felt a sudden gush of liquid over her hand and small ripples around her fingers, followed by two more jerks of her body before she finally collapsed. Ellyn caught her and hoisted the exhausted girl into a more manageable position. Then she rewarded herself by sucking the savory juices off her hand before giving the limp girl a kiss on the forehead. "You have such a cute, sleepy face after you orgasm! I wish I could snuggle with you right now, but I need to go process Priscilla's milk and help Da shear Erinnah for Devin. I'll lay you down in the hay pile you fell into earlier so you can rest a little." "Well, that was quite the show, wasn't it, Devin, my lad? Never a dull moment around here!" Gylan laughed. "Uh, ya, it was something." "I'm gonna go fetch Erinnah. I'll be back shortly." To be continued in part 5, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 1 Human merchant and fairy journey together.  In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Chapter 1 Along the king's highway, among the edge of the tree line a small fairy flitted her way between the scraggly firs and majestic spruce. At first glance it appeared she had no particular destination in mind. She kept stopping every so often, perched on a branch and looked expectantly toward the road a few moments then then took off again. As she steadily made her way south she soon spotted a dot moving toward her in the distance. Landing once again on the edge of a branch she sat and kicked her dangling legs waiting for the dot to move closer. [[MORE]] Nearing a suitable distance the outline of a wagon soon came into view; a wagon pulled by an old bay horse. Four wheels with thick spokes carried tall sideboards formed an enclosed box. In that box tied down with ropes so they wouldn't jostle were thick kegs, large burlap sacks, few bundles of animal skins, and other things she didn't recognize. In front of this assortment of goods in the box seat of this buckboard style wagon sat a human, male, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties. On his feet were old boots having seen many a rough day of walking or heavy lifting. Above those were some leather breeches tied together with a belt. Dotting the belt was a dagger nestled between pouches of varying size. The belt was attached to a strap of leather running up to the man's shoulders. Wrapped securely were vials of different colored liquids. His lean yet sturdy frame was wrapped in a two piece set of shirts, a soft cotton white undershirt protected by a leather tunic securely tied with cordage forming V of at the neck. Draped along the backrest of the seat next to him was a long thick leathered cloak stained with mud and the cares of travel. Animal fur adorned the hood and shoulders. He gazed ahead unseeing, daydreaming, maybe of more interesting things then sitting slowly waiting for the miles to pass. The fairy looked poised to move toward the wagon, assessing its contents, the man and his horse. Making up her mind she bee-lined straight for the wagon. Feeling slightly nervous but also excited she landed on the seat next to the driver. "Hello human. What's your name?" She asked. Jumping slightly, the driver looked around startled. His eyes soon landed on the diminutive occupant next to him. She looked to be about six or seven inches tall. Four pairs of translucent wings dotted her back, glimmering with each slight movement bending the light into soft rainbow cascades. She wore a small transparent cloak of spider or maybe arachne silk interwoven with green vine patterns. Sitting upon her brow was a wreath of white 'pearly-everlastings'; a type of flower that grows in cold climates. Her hair was black with two thick braids, one behind each of her pointed ears, the rest was free flowing fanning down to her mid-back. Two tiny violet clematis flower petals draped down over her larger than expected breasts like little flaps hiding her nipples but doing nothing to conceal the sides. She had a bare midriff and a dress composed of four of the same type of petals but larger, hanging down to her knees. They covered her front, back and sides but left a gap between, offering a view of her proportioned thighs. She had stockings made of possibly the same material as the cloak but it was dyed slightly white complimenting her skin tone. She wasn't pale; she looked like she enjoyed spending just enough time outdoors to be sun-kissed but not enough for a tan, in other words, ruddy. A smattering of freckles powdered the bridge of a cute button nose. She carried two medium packed satchels under each arm, hanging from her shoulders. Her adorable face wore an expression of nervousness but also intensely energetic inquisitiveness. In short she looked nothing like the stories he'd heard or seen pictures in books. She wasn't fair skinned and twig thin. If he'd have to use three words to describe her they'd be: adorable, hardy, cuddly. Impatient playful amethyst eyes stared at him, awaiting an answer. Blinking several times to make sure he wasn't still daydreaming he reflexively answered her question: "Um, hello? I'm Devin Ebonplume, a traveling merchant." Gazing up at him the fairy broke into a smile and started barraging Devin with what sounded like her life story: "hi my name is Azalea and I finally came of age and left my home on a journey to find a life mate but I'm not so sure how and, " "Whoa, hold on." Devin cut in. "Slow down, start from the beginning at a slower pace please. "Sorry." Azalea said sheepishly. "It's been several years since I've talked to someone so I'm a little nervous." "My name is Azalea Ó Gallchobhair. I've left my village in search of a life-mate. I believe I may have found one but I'm uncertain if they will accept it and how to go about broaching the subject." Still trying to come to terms that a real fairy was having a conversation with him randomly out of the blue, and about her future love life no less; being curious (and insanely bored) a conversation might help pass the time. Devin thought for a moment. "If I may suggest, maybe just start with casual conversation, ask about hobbies, interests, maybe what you or they want out of the relationship. Ya know, get to know them." Azalea sat down cross-legged, her dress fanning out around her. "Good idea!" She exclaimed. "So, what hobbies do you have?" "Well I enjoy," Devin began then paused. 'Wait a minute.' He thought. Maybe it was not talking to anyone for a week or maybe he was just sluggish from sitting in the warm sun all day. His brain suddenly pieced together who this conversation was referring to. "This life-mate you're referring to," Devin began slowly, "it wouldn't happen to be me would it?" "Yup! Who else would it be about, silly?" There was a slightly awkward silence as Devin processed this information. Devin assumed she was talking about a boy fairy. "Is, is this common amongst your kind?" Devin asked. "Hmm, I wouldn't say it's common but it's not exactly rare either. My mother married an orc." She answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Another awkward silence as Devin tried to figure out what in the world this conversation had divulged into. How would that kind of relationship work? Thinking of the most blaring and maybe obvious problem first: "Forgive my ignorance." Isn't there, ya know, a slight size problem among, um, a pairing like that?" He queried. "Fairies are pretty stretchy." She answered, rocking back and forth. "If our life-mate is bigger than what we can handle, we have, other ways to please them." She giggled. Devin's imagination was actively trying to decrypt that last statement. "Ok, but why a human, or more importantly why me?!" "Well," She put her pointer fingers together cutely. "Several reasons: I'm very curious about human culture. I've heard they make super big villages out of trees & stone and there are tons and tons of different people who live together and they cook all kinds of tasty food!" "Also, you didn't look like a scary person. Your horse, even though she is really old, looks like she is strongly loyal to you so I figured you couldn't be a bad person if she trusts you." The information about his horse surprised him. He knew she was getting along in years but not that he had that level of rapport with her. Azalea continued on: "you look like you travel a lot. I've spent all my life in my village and really want to see the world." "And, lastly," Azalea continued in a slightly quieter voice "I, like to be stuffed." She rubbed her thighs together looking at Devin's crotch hungrily. "While I've never taken something quite as big as a human, I could fit you, maybe, probably?" Devin raised an eyebrow at this final reason. Maybe she just wanted a free ride with benefits. Taking a deep breath Devin gazed into her amethyst eyes looking for any type of alternative motive or mischievous but she appeared to be very serious. "Let me take a moment to think, this is all so sudden." "Okie." She chirped. Devin had heard of many inter-demi-human couples though never with a fairy. While he wasn't opposed to the idea he always kind of imagined it would be with a human girl, settling down in a town somewhere and, he wasn't quite sure what he'd do afterward. Azalea already said she wanted to travel and see new places so not settling down appeared to be a plus to her. He was also slightly concerned about her lack of caution. Coming right up to a random stranger, especially one much bigger than her and striking up a conversation out of the blue didn't seem the most sensible thing to do. Humans weren't known to always be the most benevolent of species. Fairies supposedly knew magic so maybe she wasn't as defenseless as she appeared. Mulling over the last issue of size; Azalea said it wouldn't be a problem. While sex alone wasn't a make or break decision he admitted he was slightly aroused by the idea of seeing her petite form wrapped around him. Mulling over these thoughts he looked back at his tiny guest. Devin's eyes widened slightly; she had the front petal of her dress lifted, legs splayed and three fingers stuffed into her cunt and her thumb circling her clit. A small wet puddle was beginning to form under her bottom. Her breathing was slightly heavy. She noticed him looking and smiled sweetly. She removed her fingers and spread her lips, offering a clear view of her vagina drooling a generous amount of lubricant. He was slightly impressed how swollen her lips were, they were downright puffy. He hadn't seen them in their non-aroused state so he wasn't sure she was naturally like that or if it was due to her excitement. She was obviously trying to tip his decision to a yes by offering further incentive. Azalea cocked her head to the side as if saying: "well, will you be my life-mate?" Tearing his eyes away from her cunt back to her eyes: "Is this something you really want? We come from completely different backgrounds and cultures?" "I've spent the last ten years looking for a life-mate, not just among humans but many other demi-humans. You're the first one to have seriously caught my fancy." She explained as she pulled the little hood covering her clit back rubbing it needfully. This whole conversation was surreal to Devin and also mystified him. He didn't think he had any particularly outstanding traits or features that made him stand out to a human, let alone a fairy. "Hypothetically if I did say yes, what would this, union entail?" "Well,” she mused, “I'd perform the love crest ritual, then I'd live with you, go where you go, see and experience all the new things and places we visited. You could show me how humans live, and I could teach you about fairy culture. though it's not very interesting in my opinion. When we camped for the night we could satisfy our needs as life-mates and cuddle afterwards around the fire." She said longingly. The pool continued to increase in size below her crotch. To Devin this sounded pretty reasonable. "I must warn you, while the places I stop have many interesting and fascinating things to see, the journey between them is rather dull." "That's fine, I can suck you off, or paint the passing scenery, masturbate, sing some fairy songs for you, ask you about human culture, you know, get to know each other kind of stuff." She said pragmatically. Devin mentally did a slight double take at her choice of activities to do when bored. He felt himself getting slightly hard thinking about the implications of this relationship. But he was still hesitant. The small amount of information they had so far exchanged did help in imagining their future life together but there were still so many unknowns. The offer was very tempting and he'd admit he had thought about having a companion on his travels many times during the moments just before sleep. Maybe he wasn't thinking entirely logical and more with his bottom half as he watched her fingers caress her seed sized pleasure button. Her expectant eyes continued to gaze at him awaiting his reply. It didn't seem like a bad relationship, she was very cute and her bubbly personality wasn't bad either. He had one last question. "Are you always this horny?" She thought for a moment. "Yes? But I'm usually only open about it to people who I trust or want to be friends with. Or, when I'm trying to sway a certain someone's decision." She winked, stopping her rubbing momentarily to flash him another look. Taking a deep breath Devin said: "Ok, I'll be your life-mate or whatever your custom is. What is this ritual you mentioned we have to do? Find someone to marry/bind us, make a magical pact or something?" Stopping her hand mid shlick, Azalea jumped up excitedly. "Basically the second option. We call it a love crest and it binds the pair together and bestows several benefits." Licking her fingers clean of her juices she dexterously removed her cloak, top and dress. Turning around she bent over and started rummaging around her satchels for something. Devin's eye was instantly drawn to her cute little ass, happily swaying back and forth. He made note her hips and thighs had slightly more thickness than would have been expected on such a tiny frame. Finding what she was looking for she turned around holding out two small glass bottles and a brush. Plopping down in a sitting position once again (avoiding the puddle she made earlier) she leaned back on the benches' backrest and started drawing, or more accurately painting something on her lower abdomen. Watching her for several minutes he remarked: "you're very skilled at painting, it must be hard in that position." "Thanks, it's one of my favorite things to do. I like drawing village life, animals, and pretty things. This is the first time I've drawn a love crest though." "After several minutes Devin was getting the impression he had seen the thing she was drawing somewhere before. Searching his memory, he seemed to recollect seeing a similar shaped thing at an alchemist laboratory once. There were several jars filled with different preserved organs. Then it dawned on him. "Azalea, is that perchance, .your reproductive organs?" "Mmm hmm, my womb and those things that make my eggs I think, I'm not super familiar with anatomy. I was only taught the basics, and how to add and subtract crests to have differing effects." She explained. Not schooled in the arcane arts he had no idea what this meant or if this was a common form of magic or not. It did sort of remind him of the runes he used on occasion when transporting commodities that would spoil easily. He looked at the chilled kegs behind him. He wondered if crests were related or if they were some offshoot branch of magic. "Can you explain to me in more detail what this crest does?" He asked. Without looking up she explained: Crests are used by females with magical affinity. When combined with a male's glyphs the two can,” "A male's what?" Devin interrupted. "Male's with magic affinity use glyphs instead of crests." Azalea clarified. When a crest and glyph user make physical contact of any kind they can share any techniques they've learned or any of their natural abilities. For example demi-humans with exceptional strength, or stamina, or enhanced sensory capabilities. Depending on affinity and compatibility it may take time and practice to become attuned to each other enough to share. Certain non-natural abilities also have the potential of having negative repercussions if the person being shared can't handle them." "Does this mean you could share your ability to fly with me?" Devin asked excitedly. Azalea put her hand on her chin. "I'm not sure, my flight magic only allows me to hover, my wings are what actually enable me to move. In theory if you had wings probably but since you don't you'd just float in place. "What other abilities do you have?" Devin asked. Dipping her brush in the ink. "I can detect living auras within a certain radius and sense physiological changes. "If I'm in danger I can produce a hallucinogenic to confuse people." Devin contemplated her words. "The love crest doesn't sound like it fits either of those categories, what makes it special?" "I suppose you could look at it as a sensory and enhancement crest. Two people who use this and fall in love gain a boost to their magical potency and in time an empathic bond. In other words they can sense the emotions of each other, but just the emotions, not physical sensations or anything like that, and they can't read each other's thoughts either. The empathy link I'm told takes a long time to develop so we probably won't notice it for a while." "Is this the type of pact where if one of the two people gets hurt or dies the other does as well?" Asked Devin hesitantly. "No, not unless you want it to be, it would be a much more elaborate crest and,” Azalea trailed off looking up with concern. "No, no I was just curious, since humans don't live very long I'd hate for you to have your lifespan cut short because of me." Devin assured her. "You don't have to worry about that, when we are bonded you'll have a similar lifespan to mine." She grinned. "I'm not very knowledgeable about fairies, how long do your kind live exactly?" "Northern fairies live around three hundred years but the oldest I've heard sometimes reach four hundred; I'm not sure about the lowland fairies." Devin's draw dropped. "So you mean I'm gonna be able to live for three hundred years or does it cut your lifespan and add it to mine?" "It gets added so we'll both have a long time to get to know each other and be all lovey-dovey." She said dreamily. Devin didn't quite know how to react, what would he do for three centuries? Obviously falling in love with someone for that long had its attraction. The prospect of living essentially three lifetimes was a bit daunting. Would he be a merchant for the first hundred then switch to something else? Possibilities swirled around in his head when Azalea announced she was done. She stood up proudly and thrust her belly out showing her handiwork. The basic shape was indeed in the shape of her womb and ovaries but a lot of detail was added then the basic shape he remembered in the jar. "Aside from the basic crest I added two other special crests." She said pointing to the heart shaped womb portion. Devin bent over to get a better look. Below there was a circle filled with three fourths of some liquid. Above that she had drawn several sperm shaped drawings. He only knew this because the same alchemical lab he thought about earlier had a curious device made of several glass lenses. The owner had let him look at several small thin glass plates of several liquids, semen being one of them. Devin doubted such a device was common. How did she know what they looked like? Veering his thoughts back to her explanation, she continued. "I've basically merged three crests into one. This one denotes a siphoning crest." Pointing to the half-filled circle. "Every time you or I orgasm while touching each other will fill you with energy, and I'll feel a decrease in energy. This is physical energy by the way, not magical energy. The crest updates in real time so when the circle looks like it's empty of liquid I won't be able to physically move but can still cast magic. So I'll expect you to keep me topped off." She gave a playful wink. Devin looked again at the sperm shapes. It was pretty obvious what she wanted as a fuel source. She was in full teacher mode, smugly explaining this crazy magic system. "On either side of this liquid circle I've drawn two curved lines representing my vagina and a narrow channel up through my womb, as well as your essence (when it's present)," pointing to the sperm. "These three drawings combined into what I call a deep focus crest. It's essentially a magnification ability. It magnifies my ability to see and feel EVERYTHING down there: cunt, womb, egg making things." "Ovaries." Devin interjected. "Yes, those things. It'll even let me mentally visualize your essence swimming in." Well that explained how she knew what sperm cells looked like. "Why would you need this kind of crest?" Azalea folded her arms in thought. "Northern fairy magic is centered around our life creating organs. If you think about my womb and the crest being linked like a magical machine, it lets me keep a better eye on the engine to make sure everything is functioning ok. Also it lets me feel stronger orgasms, and," she fidgeted a little, "It's kinda hot watching your essence frantically swimming around searching for my eggs,” She giggled nervously. "Is that weird?" "I think it's an oddly specific kink, but if you're looking for affirmation; if you're happy, I'm happy." Azalea internally sighed with relief. She was worried telling Devin too many of her weirder kinks might make him think less of her in some way. It was true she was horny a lot of the time. But she was also highly curious about all the different aspects of pleasure. She had her favorites of course but was willing to try almost anything for new experiences and it was a bonus if she could share that enjoyment with another. She got little thrills teasing Devin with her titillating actions. But it wasn't only that, she was gently prodding his limits to see what he was comfortable with. So far his mild mannered attitude was making her want him as a life-mate even more. "I have some additional questions." Devin said, breaking into her thoughts. "Are you able to get pregnant?" "I've put a pregnancy blocker around my, what you call them, ovaries, so you can fill me up as much as you want without worry. If for whatever reason the blockers fail I can just absorb your essence as energy before they reach my eggs." "So interspecies pairings can produce offspring?" Devin inquired further. "Of course, how do you think new fairies are made? Offspring are always fairies though, never half breeds. I don't know why, maybe demi-human genes are more dominant.'' "And my last question, what if one of the partners doesn't have any magic affinity?" Azalea brow furrowed. This was something she hadn't considered. "You don't know magic?" She asked, slightly taken aback. "Well no, I'm just a merchant, there are some humans that are educated and study it but it's not something everyone learns." Azalea furrowed her brow in thought. "Well," she said slowly. "Depends what your affinity level is. If you have zero affinity I'll have to supply all the magic to keep the crest stable and to be able to supply both of us when we share my abilities. If you have a latent affinity it's just a matter of training and exercise to awaken it or at the very least make your body aware of it. Either way we'll have to get you tested." Azalea wasn't sure how to get Devin tested. Certain lodestone crystals could ascertain that but they were hard to find and process into a usable form. Azalea looked up at Devin with a naughty expression. "It's difficult to find the tools to figure out your exact affinity but the simplest way to find the answer if you have any affinity at all is right here." Azalea made a circle with her finger and thumb and mimicked pumping something into her mouth and pointed to the sperm drawings on her stomach. Devin's body flushed at her lewd implications. "In either case let's just assume you have some affinity. I'll draw half a supplementary crest on you and supply both our needs till we know for sure." She said, looking at his crotch and licking her lips. Devin swallowed at her slight predatory stare. "So, where are you going to draw the crest?" He asked. Her eyes continued drifting to Devin's crotch several times. Devin noticed this but didn't say anything. After musing for a moment Azalea voiced her thoughts. "I could put it in a similar place as mine, but I don't know where humans focus their magic from. Maybe your life-producing organs." Pointing to Devin's balls. Devin's penis twitched at that implication. Azalea noticed and smiled. "But that seems unlikely. Besides, they will be too busy filling me up." She said rubbing her tummy. "The most logical place I can figure is around the heart and the hand, primarily because I heard somewhere human mages use hand gestures or something to cast spells. I'm gonna need you to remove your shirt." Devin hesitated for a moment before removing his vest and undershirt. Bare-chested he was glad it was still relatively warm this time of year. "Put your hand out palm down please." Devin extended his hand. Azaleas flitted up, ink and brush in hand. "Ok I'm going to begin." The bristles tickled Devin's skin as she applied the ink to his skin. "What's in the ink?" Devin asked. "Some powdered crystals, a few flecks of silver, and me." She quipped. "You? what do you mean you?" Azalea stopped painting, ran her pointer finger between her legs showing Devin a sticky strand of mucus connecting them. It's more magically conductive if I make it when I'm aroused. It's doubly so if I make it when I'm producing an egg. I'll leave it to your imagination when you think I made this batch." She said sticking her tongue out between her teeth playfully. While she worked Devin's eyes drifted to her naked body. She was closer to his eye level so he could see her in more detail. Her breasts definitely were more plump then he imagined a fairy would have since most stories and pictures portrayed them as small, perky or almost flat. Her wings were very similar to dragonfly wings in structure but their shape was more that of butterflies and there were an extra pair. Squinting he noticed they were emitting some kind of, magical haze? Similar to when heated air rises on a hot surface; barely noticeable unless you look closely. That must be the magic she used to float. He thought. "Not to sound rude Azalea, but I noticed you have more, substance to you then what stories often depict fairies looking like." Azalea, understanding his meaning, tensed up a little. "You mean how my hips and breasts are bigger and I have a little more body fat? The fairies you're thinking of live in warmer climates down south. It's cold up here so I guess us northern fairies adapted a bit to help us handle the cold better. Why do you ask? Do you prefer fairies with small boobs and a slim figure?" She looked up at him worriedly. "No, nothing like that, I was just making an observation and trying to fill in the gaps of my fairy knowledge. Actually I think breasts are a bit sexier when they look full, and have a little weight and bounce to them." Azalea pushed chest up a bit with her forearm. "Ya know," she said coyly, "If you like them full, there is a crest I might add later that makes them lactate if that's something that would please you." "I,I,wouldn't be opposed to the idea." Devin swallowed. Azalea giggled and returned to her painting. She was at his shoulder now and working down to his chest. "Could you flip your hand over, it's easier to stand on." Devin did so. His thoughts were still lingering on the milk topic wondering how much they'd produce and what it'd taste like. His merchant brain also wondered if there was a market for fairy milk and who would buy it. "Do you mind if I touch you?" "Of course not, we are about to be life-mates." She said pleased. Devin extended his other hand, gingerly bringing his finger tip down on her head. Even though she wasn't like the other types of fairies she still looked so delicate and he feared hurting her so as carefully as he could he started petting her head. Instinctually she crouched down a little feeling the weight bear down on her. She soon realized what he was trying to do and pushed back, rubbing her head against his finger in response as he stroked her hair. A broad smile stretched across her face and she hummed happily while she worked. Feeling a little braver Devin started exploring her a bit more. He felt the softness of her belly and thighs. She giggled a little and he guessed maybe she was a bit ticklish. Moving further down he lifted her breasts and took note of their weight and firmness wondering how much they'd change filled with milk. She stuck out her ass a bit as he moved around to the backside. It was firm enough to bounce, but still plush enough to snuggle into. Moving to the final area of curiosity he gently traced where her wings connected to her back and along the edge to the tip. She shivered a little at the sensation. "Does it feel good when I do that to your wings?" He asked. "I wouldn't consider them an erogenous zone but they are very sensitive so yes." She mewed. He noticed her cunt was once again leaking, forming a puddle on his palm, he wasn't sure if it was his ministrations or whether she was still horny from earlier or both. "Do you need to, um, take care of that?" Azalea looked down. "I probably should, I was enjoying the denial a little but it's getting harder to focus on painting, if you would be so kind as to assist me." "How may I help?" "Can you fold one of your fingers down please." Devin folded his middle finger so it pointed towards his palm with his pointer and ring pointing up. Azalea floated back to the bench putting her brush and ink jar with her discarded clothes. Returning to his hand she walked over to the extended finger straddling it facing away from him. As she settled down, the sudden pressure leaked more of her juices around his digit, lubing it up. Given how aroused she was and how plump her lips were, Devin was reminded of a wet sponge. "This'll satisfy nicely." Azalea said achingly. She started grinding herself on his second knuckle. Settling into a steady pace, she leaned forward, occasionally pulling her clit hood back rocking her hips for maximum sensation. Watching and listening to the cute moans and gasps from his new horny little friend caused his own arousal to increase and with it a growing erection. He swept back some of her hair behind her ear that had fallen in front of her face Noticing this action Azalea opened her eyes, giving a loving smile. She grabbed his finger tip with both hands and pulled it close giving it sweet kisses and rubbed her cheek against it. "I'm going to give you so many more kisses when we find a chance to snuggle." She said between moans. "I look forward to it." Azalea knew it wouldn't take long to reach her climax. She had been edging herself since they met. She sped up her movements, scraping and mashing her cunt seeking sweet release. "Can I watch your face when you cum Azalea?" Azalea turned gazing into her lover's eyes. "I'm, just, about, ready, to, to, cumming!" Azalea cried as her first orgasm washed through her. Her body tensed, her eyes rolled back and her wings extended to full length fluttering slightly. Devin felt a sudden rush of liquid spread over his finger adding to the moderately large pool on his palm. She grabbed onto his ring finger for extra support as she clenched her thighs together. Devin became suddenly aware of several things happening at once. He noticed a strong pinkish glow emanating from the crest on her abdomen. Her stomach then started to inflate slightly as if being filled with something. Grabbing her swollen belly with her left hand she doubled over as her body released its pleasure. The light glow around her lost some of its intensity as it flowed from her crest into his finger, at the same time her belly deflated slightly. The light flowed from his finger down through his hand, up his arm and into the half finished crest. Upon reaching the end of his half finished crest a sudden hot impact of energy having nowhere to go surged throughout his torso and limbs. Looking back at Azalea her body relaxed momentarily then spasmed again as her second orgasm surged through her radiant body. Again the same thing happened, light transferred, belly deflated. Whereas the first impact felt like stepping outside taking a deep breath and feeling a slight exhilarating intake of oxygen, the second surge caused his body to feel lighter. Looking back at his blissful little fairy, her eyes were still rolled up into her head and her mouth agape. As her third and final orgasm crashed over her she gritted her teeth and whimpered. The now much dimmer light and fully deflated belly disappeared entirely as it left her body and flowed into his. This third impact was greater than the other two combined, he felt empowered, like he could run a marathon or race a horse and never get tired. After a few moments his crest glow dimmed. He was a little glad, he was a bit afraid what a fourth burst of energy would feel like, or what it would do to her. Even though the initial intensity of energy wore off, his faculties still felt very alert and his body amazingly light. He thought back to her explanation of the siphoning crest. 'Is this what it felt like?' Then he remembered the consequences of the transfer. He brought her up to eye level to get a closer look at her exhausted form. Like a sail devoid of wind she splayed over his finger, eyes half lidded, tongue lolled out, taking large lungfuls of air to re-oxygenate her body after such exertion. Lightly stroking her drooping wings she didn't appear to respond. He was worried that maybe she had completely drained that circle thing on her crest and couldn't move. Folding her wings together carefully he flipped her over in his palm. He breathed a sigh of relief, the circle still had a fraction of something in it but was dangerously close to being depleted. He lightly stroked her hair. After a minute or two she regained some sense of her surroundings. Pulling her tongue back into her mouth she swallowed some saliva and refocused her vision. Locking eyes she gave a delighted and gratified grin. "That looked like quite the experience." Devin mused. Azalea smiled tiredly. "Since this is my first love crest I wasn't prepared for the intensity, also it felt so good I might have given it my all plus a little extra. Congratulations, you just took my magic crest virginity." She laughed. Devin wasn't sure how to respond to that. "You look pretty spent, do you need some water or something?" "If you would, we fairies tend to, leak quite a bit when aroused." On hearing this he looked at the thimble amount of love juice he still had in his right palm. Regarding it a moment he brought it to his mouth slurping it up. Azalea's eyes widened in surprise. She watched him swish it around considering the taste, savoring it a moment before swallowing. She may have just unlocked a new fetish, seeing someone drink her juices. "I've never actually tasted myself, how is it?" "It tastes salty and a bit sweet, but leaning heavier on the sweet side. I'll clean you up and then get you some water." "Thank you." She said leaning back. Thinking that he meant to wipe her clean with a cloth or something she squeaked as she was taken between his fingers and brought to his mouth. In one long sensual lick from the bottom of her thighs to the top of her mound her body twitched and shuddered as her oversensitive genitals met the surface of his tongue. Swallowing the little extra liquid he gathered from the 'cleaning' he gently placed her in his lap as he rummaged in a bag hanging on the wagon next to him. "You almost made me gush again doing that." "Sorry, I wondered what it tasted like directly from the source." "I'll let you drink as much as you want next time." She purred. Rifling through a bag he pulled out a flask of water and another little bag. Placing the water to the side he opened up the tinier bag, which happened to be a sewing kit, pulled out a thimble, poured some water into it and handed it to Azalea. Propping herself up she took the thimble and drank a little more than one fourth before handing it back and nestling back into his lap. "I'm gonna take a little nap." She yawned. You earned it, have a good rest little one." "Oh, I like that, you calling me your little one, please use it as my pet name sometimes!" "Sure." "When I wake up I'll take care of this." She said, patting his almost forgotten erection. "I would appreciate that but no hurry, after you have rested." Kissing his penis through his pants she coiled up into a fetal position. As she drifted off she mumbled. "Thank you for being my life-mate." Hear those words, any reservation Devin had about this union disappeared entirely. He felt the beginnings of a strong deep desire to keep his, what was this relationship? Companion? Partner? Bride? All of the above and maybe more. He thought, touching the crest on his chest. In any case he had a strong and growing desire to keep her safe and happy. Feeling a sudden breeze he put his shirt back on, leaving his vest off. He hadn't realized how late it had gotten. All this time his trusty horse had continued to pull them along without much as the slightest input from her driver. This wasn't the first time they had traveled this stretch of road so she probably remembered the route well. Thinking back on what Azalea had said about her, she had pulled his wagon for many years and was nearing retirement age for. He needed to find a place where she could live out her golden years at the next opportunity. He had a place in mind but would have to consult the owners. It was late afternoon and the sun still had a few hours before it set. He should probably find a secluded camping place soon. Unfortunately there were no inns on this stretch of road. He didn't like to be too near the road, especially with a fire. It shouted come rob me to any potential bandits looking for an easy target. Looking down at the small naked form in his lap. She was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He fondly stroked her hair and wondered why he enjoyed it so much. Maybe it was something akin to petting a cute kitten or bunny. "I wonder if she gets cold?" He grabbed his vest and draped a corner of it over her. Scooping up her discarded clothes on the bench next to him he placed them in his bag to make sure they didn't get lost or damaged; although the thought of her floating naked next to him all the time did have a certain appeal. But she also looked really cute in these clothes. "I wonder what she would look like in other outfits?" His imagination swirled with possibilities. The dresses the farmer's daughters wore had a simple and rustic appeal with their laced top dresses, rolled up sleeves and small aprons. On the rare opportunity he had dropped goods off at a rich lord's manor. The maids there were dressed up in an outfit Azalea would look adorable in. Maybe he could get a tailor to make some miniature versions. Several more ideas entered his head, some wholesome, some not so wholesome. In any case he'd ask her about her clothes' craftsmanship later because he was curious about their durability and maybe suggest if she'd be open to the idea of a little dress up. Taking a final look to make sure everything was cleaned up and in order his eyes fell on the puddle she had first made on the bench. He stared at it for a long moment; slowly extended his finger, hovered just above as if trying to come to a decision. Running his finger through the liquid part that hadn't quite dried he brought it close and looked at it. "What kind of pervert am I becoming? First wanting to see her naked or dress her up like a doll, and now wanting to lick her juices from a bench." He thought self-deprecatingly. Shrugging in defeat to his own immoral desire he licked his finger. The taste still had traces of her but much less potent then it had when he experienced it directly from the source. He was sure he'd become addicted to this flavor in time. Dragging his thoughts away to more practical matters he considered how best to take care of her. Should he try to sew her a little sleeping bag and blanket, maybe a pocket in his shirts when and if she got tired or they needed to be more discreet about her presence. What did she eat? Did she eat at all? She mentioned human cuisine so she probably did. What other things wasn't he considering that he needed to to take care of her. Devin sometimes got lost in his own thought processes and tended to over think things. "One thing at a time." He reminded himself. Tearing his mind away back to the most immediate concern, reach a place he felt safe camping at and settle in for the night. Taking the reins, the horse, wagon and its two occupants bounced along down the old king's highway. To be continued in part 2, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

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Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 1128, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: The Quotable Einstein 1: "Life is like riding" one of these; "to keep your balance you must keep moving". a bicycle. 2: This "is more important than knowledge". imagination. 3: "I never think of" this period of time. "It comes soon enough". the future. 4: This "cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding". peace. 5: "As long as there are sovereign nations possessing great power," this "is inevitable". war. Round 2. Category: Begins And Ends With The Same Vowel 1: Golden and triple double chocolate are varieties of this sandwich cookie. an Oreo. 2: One who lives in Haifa or Tel Aviv. an Israeli. 3: It's the area of study where kids make the acquaintance of polynomials. algebra. 4: For the Latin for "fox mange", it's the loss of hair. alopecia. 5: To take in marriage, or to speak in favor of a cause. espouse. Round 3. Category: Presidents' Speeches: One Word Off 1: Reagan:"Mr. T, open this gate! Mr. T, tear down this wall!". Gorbachev. 2: LBJ:"The Great Pumpkin rests on abundance and liberty for all". Society. 3: Lincoln:"A world divided against itself cannot stand". house. 4: FDR:"In the field of world policy I would dedicate this nation to the policy of the good time". neighbor. 5: George H.W. Bush:"A thousand points of purchase, of all the community organizations... doing good". light. Round 4. Category: Classical Dance 1: Jean-Baptiste Lully pioneered music for this dance whose name, from the Latin for "small", comes from its small, dainty steps. a minuet. 2: Not "sausage" but this dance follows "Vienna Blood" in a Johann Strauss Jr. title. waltz. 3: Between 1915 and 1917, after traveling among rural people, Bela Bartok wrote 6 "Romanian" these "Dances". Folk. 4: Bach's keyboard suites include music for this happy dance, 5 letters long (not 3) and starting with "G" (not "J"). a gigue. 5: The gopak or hopak from Tchaikovsky's "Mazeppa" is a dance of these people who really know their steppes. the Cossacks. Round 5. Category: Numbers In Song 1: The Beatles promised they'd love their girl this many days a week. 8. 2: It's the length of the Camptown racetrack. 5 miles long. 3: Biggest hit for The Crests was about a birthday cake with this many candles. 16. 4: According to Bobby Vee, the night has this many eyes. a thousand. 5: ? and the Mysterians' only #1 hit was about crying this many tears. 96. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia!Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/ AI Voices used

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Send us a Text Message.Here's the juicy dish, soap fans! In our latest episode, we're cracking open the book on Season 3, Episode 20 of Falcon Crest, "Tests of Faith" and oh boy, it's a wild ride. From Maggie's mysterious headaches to Pamela's unexpected kidnap, and Terry's secret, the drama unfolds in a way that only Falcon Crest can deliver. If words like intrigue, suspense and manipulation get you going, this is an episode you can't afford to miss.Adjust your monocles, because our second segment takes a strategic view of Falcon Crest. Ever thought about the mind games and manipulations that go down in this drama-filled vineyard? We're dissecting Richard's devious plot involving Chase and Angela, the shockwaves from Pam's capture, and Angela's chess moves involving Terry. Yes, you heard right! Angela is at it again, strategizing her next move at every turn. We're laying out the entire scheme for you, so prepare to be amazed.To top it off, we're diving into health scares and heated confrontations in the vineyard. From the nerve-wracking diagnosis that has Maggie in a spin, to the fiery face-off between Lance and Richard, it's a whirlwind of emotions and high-stakes drama. And just when you think you've seen it all, we've got Dallas Dynasty, WarCrafts, and Crests lined up for our next episode. Buckle up, because we're in for some serious soap opera showdowns. So clear your schedule, grab a cozy chair and tune in!

Still traveling a lot so baking limited - but did make some brown butter CC cookies! And then had some my employee made - hers were better so I got her recipe :-) Ellie Jean Taylor is having a baby! Bake off starts in UK on Tuesday sept 26... still no confirmation from Netflix on their having episodes 3 days later. Last round for Heat B before recombining the groups. Pastry - the differentiator in my book. A lot can go wrong and the options are wide. In the technical they ere asked to make pop ta.... (i mean) STARS. They had to make their own peanut butter to go with jelly inside the pastry. Keys to this were get the thickness right, make the peanut butter smooth, and crimp to hold it all in. Aisya and Fraser did this pretty well. Frasers got a bit overbakes=d though and it pushed him to 2nd in the technical. Salma did a decent job. Both Tomas and Gabriel struggled. Tomos with uneven rolling of his pastry and gabriel with over saltiness and not blending his peanut butter smooth... and not crimping, earning him last. In the showstopper they had to make a family crest using pastry. some went sweet (Gabriel and Tomos) while the other went savory. Salma went with what was more of a dough than a pastry crust. It was yeasted and had no butter. Hers was "good" but Liam was wanting for short crust so it cost her I believe. Aisya went with a spicy chicken pastry and traditional short crust. Colorful... but a little messy. Tasty though. Fraser - delicious and used star anise brilliantly, but very simple in its design. The two sweet pies both used fruit - a risk for sure because of moisture. Gabriel added a creme patissiere ... which looked very lumpy... but apparently tasted good. He blind baked his crust which was smart. Tomos... did not blind bake and this was a mistake. Soggy bottom. Kiss of death and he was sent home. Star baker went to Fraser who is a brilliant baker. I was pulling for Aisya, but at least they both head to finals. So we combine both groups next episode: Heat A: Lola, Quique, Macy, Kezia Heat B: Fraser, Aisya, Gabriel, Salma My bets are on Fraser or Aisya. I'm excited to see them all again though - hope its a good contest.

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Joe is joined by Karen Sugrue and secondary school teacher Eric Nelligan to discuss whether or not crests should be banned from school uniforms to help parents with the cost of living crisis. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A few weeks ago, before the new kit was launched with the round badge, we put our creative skills to the test to create a Villa crest of our own! Dan, John and Mat displayed their crests to kit expert Rob Warner for his brutally honest reviews…

In the Spring of 2023, I was joined by one of the most sought-after Estate Agents in the UK, Alex Moisii, along with his life and business partner, Zara Hilton. Together they formed the self-employed Estate Agency model - Crests. In this video, Zara talks about her experience with the prime central London old boys club.

In the Spring of 2023, I was joined by one of the most sought-after Estate Agents in the UK, Alex Moisii, along with his life and business partner, Zara Hilton. Together they formed the self-employed Estate Agency model - Crests. In this video, they talk about why they set out and established Crests.

In the Spring of 2023, I was joined by one of the most sought-after Estate Agents in the UK, Alex Moisii, along with his life and business partner, Zara Hilton. Together they formed the self-employed Estate Agency model - Crests. In this video, they talk about the law of attraction in Estate Agency.

In the Spring of 2023, I was joined by one of the most sought-after Estate Agents in the UK, Alex Moisii, along with his life and business partner, Zara Hilton. Together they formed the self-employed Estate Agency model - Crests. In this video, Zara talks about the lack of regulation in Estate Agency.

In the Spring of 2023, I was joined by one of the most sought-after Estate Agents in the UK, Alex Moisii, along with his life and business partner, Zara Hilton. Together they formed the self-employed Estate Agency model - Crests. In this video, they talk about how Estate Agents can break into the Prime Central London property market.

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 813, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: march 1: Touching off the "War of the Oranges", Spain declared war on this neighbor on March 2, 1801. Portugal. 2: March 19 is the traditional day the swallows return to this California mission. San Juan Capistrano. 3: On March 4, 1861, the Confederacy adopted its flag, exactly 72 years after this document had gone into effect. Constitution. 4: On St. Patrick's Day in 1940, the Brooklyn kill-for-hire gang later nicknamed this was exposed. Murder Incorporated. 5: Not a good sign: on March 11, 1824 this govt. bureau abbreviated B.I.A. began as a part of the War Department. the Bureau of Indian Affairs. Round 2. Category: classic movies 1: Once upon a time Robin Wright played Buttercup in this film scripted by William Goldman. The Princess Bride. 2: "Road to Bali" has these 2 stars on an island with Dorothy Lamour, who's wearing a sarong, natch. Bing Crosby and Bob Hope. 3: In one of the original slasher films, Janet Leigh is killed off just 20 minutes into this 1960 thriller. Psycho. 4: In a 1967 film Charles Bronson and Jim Brown are among this title group of 12 who are trained by Lee Marvin for a war mission. The Dirty Dozen. 5: This Kurosawa film about a crime told from multiple points of view is credited with introducing Japanese cinema to the Western world. Rashomon. Round 3. Category: '50s rock lyrics 1: This 1957 Paul Anka hit begins, "I'm so young and you're so old. This my darling I've been told". "Diana". 2: 1959 Coasters hit which contains the line "Fee fee fi fi fo fo fum". "Charlie Brown". 3: In 1959 Ray Charles sang, "Tell your mama, tell your pa, I'm gonna ship you back to" this state. Arkansas. 4: In 1954 The Penguins asked her, "Will you be mine, my darling dear, love you all the time". "Earth Angel". 5: In 1958 the Crests told us these "make a lovely sight but not as bright as your eyes tonight". "Sixteen Candles". Round 4. Category: washingtonnage 1: In 1998 Washington state processed 43,500 tons of grapes into white wine, about half of it this variety. Chardonnay. 2: With 13 offensive linemen totaling almost 2 tons, UW's football team lives up to this nickname. the Huskies. 3: The "freighter" type of this huge Boeing jetliner has a maximum takeoff weight of over 430 tons. 747. 4: Oddly, in 1997 state aquaculture produced 28 tons of the Pacific type of this fish but 6,326 tons of the Atlantic type. salmon. 5: This structure that created Franklin D. Roosevelt Lake weighs about 24 million tons. the Grand Coulee Dam. Round 5. Category: news of the '90s 1: In 1991 he became the first popularly elected national leader in Russian history. Boris Yeltsin. 2: In 1990 George Bush took a firm stand against eating this vegetable. broccoli. 3: Common name of the U.N. conference on environment and development held in Rio in 1992. the Earth Summit. 4: On Jan. 17, 1991 Allied air forces began bombing this country in order to liberate it. Kuwait. 5: After her election as governor in 1990, she said, "In Texas, politics is a contact sport". Ann Richards. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia! Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/

AP correspondent Julie Walker reports on Spring Flood.

On tonight's episode of Piers Morgan Uncensored, Piers looks into the Guardian article on the two Manchester football clubs getting rid of the ships on their crests as it is claimed to represent slavery. Piers debates whether under King Charles the Royal events has as much meaning and sparkle to them. Also Piers assesses the words of Ryanair chief, Michael O'Leary, that Britain will eventually rejoin the EU.Watch Piers Morgan Uncensored at 8 pm on TalkTV on Sky 522, Virgin Media 606, Freeview 237 and Freesat 217. Listen on DAB+ and the app. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Canny Chatta is back, episode 3 sees us pick our all time Newcastle united 5-a-side team, talk about Lunchables and we discuss improvements to the club crest and stadium. Become a Gallowgateshots Member: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWLHhMdZOBv6BGYU9aWVNjQ/join Make sure you subscribe for more NUFC content throughout the season. This podcast is part of the @90min Football network Follow the Socials: GallowgateShots Twitter: https://twitter.com/GallowgateShots AWSF Twitter: https://twitter.com/AWSFpodcast GS Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GallowgateShots/ GS Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gallowgate_shots See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This is an area we have definitely covered before but it's one of perennial interest and keeps coming round with new studies, how can we tell what ancient animals were doing with weird features. More specifically, how do claims that this feather, or sail, or frill, or claw were used as a display feature stack up? Can we really work out what dinosaurs are doing with features like this and how can we test such ideas with such limited data when they've been gone for 65 million years? Well happily Dave is going to talk through some more of it again, with a side dabble into another bit of dinosaur behaviour and looking at predation vs scavenging. As always, please support us on patreon and get extra content https://www.patreon.com/terriblelizards Links: A blogpost by Dave on working out dinosaur displays: https://archosaurmusings.wordpress.com/2023/03/07/display-features-in-the-fossil-record/ And a post on bite marks and scavenging in dinosaurs: https://archosaurmusings.wordpress.com/2015/04/09/combat-and-cannibalism-in-tyrannosaurs/ 

Hello and welcome to episode 53 of They Think Kits all Over! This week we were joined by the author Leonard Jägerskiöld to talk all about the anatomy of a football clubs crest. We had a new weekly feature, where Tom got to play agony aunt and the lads struggled through an X-rated quiz that left one member excelling...

Welcome to the Sports Zone Podcast, where we discuss, opine, and report on all things local sports.In this episode, a Saints collapse that days later still has saints fans in a tizzy.With the saints about out of the post-season is it time to start over on airline drive? Our panel discusses.Tulane fans storm the field as the Green Wave storm in the Cotton Bowl.Or was there a moment bigger? We chat about the hottest team in Louisiana football, the Tulane Green Wave.The transfer portal is open. What Lisa Stockton says about it, and the great Tulane running back who stayed and reaped the rewards.In our final rant: just how high can the soaring Pelicans soar?All next in the WGNO Sports Zone.The Sports Zone Podcast is also available via Apple Podcasts on iTunes.

This episode is especially for our youngest regular listener to the podcast, Rory, who had her 6th birthday a couple of weeks ago. So tonight, we explore the narrowboat Erica and what it is like to live on a boat, and then, especially for Rory listen to a story about another little girl who met some rather strange and wonderful people.   Journal entry: 29th September, Thursday.“The reservoir is grey and slabby today, Crests form on wavelets the colour of old ice.Ghosting veils of low cloud sweep mizzly rain On a wind that lifts the gulls and redeems my world With their cries.”Episode Information:This episode is dedicated to Rory Braso (aged 6) who lives in Massachusetts, USA – and, of course, her dad, MJ.Photographs of the Erica can be found on our website at noswpod.com. For more information about Nighttime on Still WatersYou can find more information and photographs about the podcasts and life aboard the Erica on our website at noswpod.com. It will also allow you to become more a part of the podcast and you can leave comments, offer suggestions, and reviews. You can even, if you want, leave me a voice mail by clicking on the microphone icon. General DetailsIn the intro and the outro, Saint-Saen's The Swan is performed by Karr and Bernstein (1961) and available on CC at archive.org. Two-stroke narrowboat engine recorded by 'James2nd' on the River Weaver, Cheshire. Uploaded to Freesound.org on 23rd June 2018. Creative Commons Licence. Piano and keyboard interludes composed and performed by Helen Ingram.All other audio recorded on site. ContactFor pictures of Erica and images related to the podcasts or to contact me, follow me on:Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/noswpodInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/nighttimeonstillwaters/Twitter: https://twitter.com/NoswPodI would love to hear from you. You can email me at nighttimeonstillwaters@gmail.com or drop me a line by going to the nowspod website and using either the contact form or, if you prefer, record your message using the voicemail facility by clicking on the microphone icon. 

Bart welcomes @USKeeper to the podcast to discuss his extensive research into U.S. Soccer crests and kits history. They discuss trends and lack thereof across the federation's brand identity. Then, Bart discusses the locks and battles in each position of this September 2022 USMNT camp.

So we finally know what these so-called "crests" do!... Kind of! The boys take a look at how these things work, what they could mean, as well as looking at the Duluth top 8s (Atlas got the wrong Duluth btw) and what they would like to see on the upcoming banlist that we hope drops with an upcoming stream. Check it out! Thanks to our $10 patrons! -Darren G -Cole Green -Josh Donaldson -Jeremy Lyons Follow us on Twitter or Instagram @NexusatNight, (tell us what you would like to see from us!) or support us on Patreon! We got MERCH! We got playmats for sale too! Use the promo code "atnight" at 50Cards for 5% off your order! Check us out on Youtube! Follow Atlas on Twitter or Instagram @atlasnovack Follow Matt on Twitter @wiggumzz Follow Alvin/Root Beer on Twitter @plasmaeclipse Don't forget to send us Create-a-Card ideas if you got em, with the hashtag #nexuscards! Send us episode ideas, questions, or just come say hi!

I recently asked the Facebook group (facebook.com/girlscoutpodcast) - "If you could ask me anything and get my opinion or thoughts about it in an episode, what would it be?" & you guys delivered!  Group member Jenn wants to know the 411 about troop crests (do people say that anymore? I am sure they don't). Are girls stuck with them for the whole duration of Girl Scouts or can they choose new ones later? And any suggestions to help girls choose a crest OTHER than the unicorn. So in this episode I'm giving you my full opinion & experience about troop crests... and a little bit of history, too.   Here's the article I referenced in this episode: https://gshistory.com/2019/12/04/a-brief-history-of-girl-scout-troop-crests/    Want to submit a question? Join the facebook group at facebook.com/girlscoutpodcast or send it to me via e-mail at girlscoutpodcast@gmail.com     

It's listener questions time! Ryan and Joe are here to answer your lovely inquires. You can find the full list of questions that we tackled down below. 1) If Gregg Berhalter had a time machine that he could use during the World Cup Final to bring back a former USMNT player, who should he pick? 2) How does the chaos going on with Iran's men's soccer team impact Group B at the World Cup? 3) Is there a soccer equivalent to the Bobby Bonilla baseball contract? 4) When watching games as a fan, whether in person or on TV, do we have any rituals? 5) With many pro players looking for other positions in the sport as they age, why don't any players become referees after their playing career? 6) What advice do we have for fantasy soccer players? 7) What are our favorite soccer crests? Sponsors! LinkedIn! Did you know every week, nearly 40 million job seekers visit LinkedIn? Post your job for free at LinkedIn.com/TSS! FotMob! We love FotMob and so should you! FotMob is THE place to go to stay updated on live scores, player and team stats, in-depth match statistics and analysis, Fantasy points scoring, news articles, transfer updates, and more! Click here to download the app and make your soccer life that much simpler! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

WE 73 BAND This song is called 'Another Better US" This song is from our up coming album Another Better US (The Double Entendre Album) The song was written by Will Sanders after a conversation with Super Star JT Carter (Of "16 Candles" fame with "The Crests") one of Will Sanders early musical heroes. The conversation revolved around the We '73 Project and whether JT could make our first concert in Pennsylvania. While discussing the timing of the event the conversation turned to the need for healing in our country and that both men were convinced that only music could break through the barriers that people had put up that were hurting our country. Both men agreed that we had been through difficult times before and that music always lead the to healing. Sanders drew from that conversation to put together a song that reflected on the fact that God is the answer and through song challenges the listener to become a better person and use the power of light through God to accomplish that. When we as individuals become a better "us" then we as a country can unite and become a better US - Hence the Double Entendre. This is Jim Mahoney's first Album Title track as the lead singer. ON LAST JOB One Last Job is an indie-folk collaboration between myself (Travis Klein) and Will Seamans after we both played in the band Cheap Haircuts in college. This has been an entirely different experience from that or my previous project Junior College, as our debut album "Brittle Grins" was recorded in our respective bedrooms in Seattle and Austin during quarantine in 2020. The difference in the recording process offered its share of challenges and learning curves, but it also gave us much more space to explore new sounds and be more deliberate about aspects of album presentation that are easier to miss in a studio setting.  

Fire Emblem is back baby and we are here to talk about it! Sal Also keeps his promise and reviews Chainsawman! A very good week to be a nerd! We'd love to hear what you got excited about, or any of your thoughts and questions. You can do so by connecting with us on any of our social/messaging platforms which all can be found here: https://linktr.ee/thosenerdsoverthere  

It is clear to anyone living here for long that thunderstorms and convective showers prefer the high terrain of our region. Why? I will answer the question in this podcast. And I will give you the soggy forecast, with a month's worth of rain, falling during one week!

Today's poem is The Frolicsome Crests and Glistening by Rena Priest.

It's no secret that life isn't a straight line, whether it's your personal or professional life. For Sarah and fellow actor Tahir Raj Bhasin, who is her guest on this episode, rejection is a familiar face for all that choose to work in the movies. Tahir, who dazzled the silver screen in 83 and the streaming screen in Looop Lapeta, has learned some important lessons from the rejection he's faced on his journey to success, and he shares some of them with us today. To follow along on Tahir's journey, find him on Instagram @tahirrajbhasin. To keep up with Sarah Jane Dias, follow her on Instagram @sarahjanedias, and don't forget to check out @fegoco on Instagram for more feel good vibes! This podcast is supported by Nutrova, a homegrown startup using nutrition science to help you take charge of your health. CREDITS: Host: Sarah Jane Dias (Instagram) This is a Maed in India production. Audio Engineer & Editor: Kartik Kulkarni Creative Director: Mae Mariyam Thomas Project Manager: Shaun Fanthome Producer: Husein Haveliwala

Recap your news day with the Grand Forks Herald Minute Podcast. Join us daily for the latest headlines from news, weather and sports in the northern Red River Valley area. The Grand Forks Herald Minute can be found on Spotify, Apple and Google Podcasts as well as the Herald website.

Author Irene Brodsky talks about her latest book “Sixteen Candles Shine Forever In Memory of Johnny Maestro” celebrating the life of Johnny Maestro rising from the streets of Lower East Side of NYC to become a legend and role model for new entertainers in today's world! The book also pays respects to The Crests, The Del Satins and The Brooklyn Bridge plus Irene also talks about how her first book “Poetry Unplugged” and her amazing career as a writer, poet and poetry teacher at Brooklyn College CUNY and is a 63-year-old college graduate from the same school! Check out the amazing Irene Brodsky and her latest book on Amazon and other major retailers! #irenebrodsky #author #poet #poetry #teacher #brooklyn #CUNY #brooklyncollege #johnnymaestro #sixteencandles #NYC #thebrooklynbridge #amazon #audible #iheartradio #spreaker #spotify #itunes #googleplay #applemusic #youtube #anchorfm #mikewagner #themikewagnershow #mikewagnerirenebrodsky #themikewagnershowirenebrodsky --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/themikewagnershow/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/themikewagnershow/support

Author Irene Brodsky talks about her latest book “Sixteen Candles Shine Forever In Memory of Johnny Maestro” celebrating the life of Johnny Maestro rising from the streets of Lower East Side of NYC to become a legend and role model for new entertainers in today's world! The book also pays respects to The Crests, The Del Satins and The Brooklyn Bridge plus Irene also talks about how her first book “Poetry Unplugged” and her amazing career as a writer, poet and poetry teacher at Brooklyn College CUNY and is a 63-year-old college graduate from the same school! Check out the amazing Irene Brodsky and her latest book on Amazon and other major retailers! #irenebrodsky #author #poet #poetry #teacher #brooklyn #CUNY #brooklyncollege #johnnymaestro #sixteencandles #NYC #thebrooklynbridge #amazon #audible #iheartradio #spreaker #spotify #itunes #googleplay #applemusic #youtube #anchorfm #mikewagner #themikewagnershow #mikewagnerirenebrodsky #themikewagnershowirenebrodsky --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/themikewagnershow/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/themikewagnershow/support

Author Irene Brodsky talks about her latest book “Sixteen Candles Shine Forever In Memory of Johnny Maestro” celebrating the life of Johnny Maestro rising from the streets of Lower East Side of NYC to become a legend and role model for new entertainers in today's world! The book also pays respects to The Crests, The Del Satins and The Brooklyn Bridge plus Irene also talks about how her first book “Poetry Unplugged” and her amazing career as a writer, poet and poetry teacher at Brooklyn College CUNY and is a 63-year-old college graduate from the same school! Check out the amazing Irene Brodsky and her latest book on Amazon and other major retailers! #irenebrodsky #author #poet #poetry #teacher #brooklyn #CUNY #brooklyncollege #johnnymaestro #sixteencandles #NYC #thebrooklynbridge #amazon #audible #iheartradio #spreaker #spotify #itunes #googleplay #applemusic #youtube #anchorfm #mikewagner #themikewagnershow #mikewagnerirenebrodsky #themikewagnershowirenebrodsky

“Sixteen Candles” by The Crests plays as cars cruise past Mel's. Hudson Hornets, VW Beetles, and Jaguars all get discussed by Doris, Rachel, and Tierney today. Onscreen, Curt talks with Milner, Terry attempts to woo the waitress, and cringe ensues when Steve tells his girlfriend that they should see other people. Come hang out at Mel's Listeners' Drive In on Facebook and @vcrprivileges on Twitter and InstagramArtwork by Alex RobinsonMusic by Chris Frain

Episode #0112! We talk about The Mystery Hidden Within the Crests, the 51st episode of Digimon Adventure:! Plus recent news includes cards, a new MMO, DigiNavi updates, Tamers shops, & more! Plus we answer your questions! Show notes can be found at http://podcast.withthewill.net/post/112/ News and Discussion can be found at https://www.withthewill.net The WtW Patreon can be found at https://www.patreon.com/withthewill Join us on Discord at https://discord.gg/VvWUfHq Questions for future episodes can be sent to podcast@withthewill.net

Continuing our irregular surveys of the public markets, two things happened this week that are worth our time. First, a third domestic technology company — Alphabet — passed the $1 trillion market capitalization threshold. And, second, software as a service (SaaS) stocks reached record highs on the public markets after retreating over last summer.

The podcast kicks off with Lino, Mark, and Tyler talking about their Lenten penance of cold showers. Which derails into a conversation about leather. Then, court is in session with Judge Rulli. After that, Fr Jim joins to discuss the crew's new crests...with a special appearance by the word "regularly". And the podcast wraps up with a round of Bible, Fortune Cookie, or Mark Hart!