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#4194 92.46% 342 left): Jun. 8, 2025: The rose of peace (again, William Butler Yeats from May 22, 2025) Fluttering petals chase your gaze, and so does the heart wander. “The rose of peace” weaves a fleeting beauty and a silent prayer into its serene improvisation. Delicate tones melt into dawn's first light, as a wistful melody expands with each breath. Gentle pedal work resonates like sunlight slipping through leafy boughs, capturing tender moments. Chair House's performance evokes dewy treetops and the soft emotion of passing seasons. *** NEW SELECTION ALBUM 30th JUST RELEASESD *** Today's pure primal piano music here. Happy if this music makes you feel peaceful.. : ) Looking for absolute natural beauty every day for Piano Ten Thousand Leaves. Target number is 4536: This piece may might have good 1/f fluctuation characteristic although I stopped investigating it each piece. ######## Latest Album: 30th SELECTION ALBUM JUST RELEASED ######## "wind of mysteriousness" - the 30th selection album of piano ten thousand leaves youtube: FULL VIDEO with 20 full songs in very high quality sounds https://youtu.be/tkqms1ZjAEg?si=RlWgQZBbe9z523f_ spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/album/7CiAmnJmm5Wnm3CVfmC234?si=tImTyWj5TT6dUBRhMRXVYg apple Music: https://music.apple.com/jp/album/wind-of-mysteriousness/1817351475 amazon music: https://www.amazon.co.jp/s?k=chair+house+%E4%B8%8D%E6%80%9D%E8%AD%B0%E3%81%AE%E9%A2%A8&i=digital-music&ref=nb_sb_noss_2 all music streaming services: https://linkco.re/PQ45u0dG?lang=en
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This week we go north of the border to talk with Brendon Rurak from Big Action Baits. TopLine Adam joins as a guest host to talk about The Big Action Flutter Glides and how glide baits actually do work on the Canadian Shield! These rattling, fluttering glide baits have been putting 50s in the boat since they were released earlier this year. They look juicy and yinz need to check them out. Brendon talks about how he got started musky fishing, building baits and what his show schedule looks like for 2025. Both of these extremely talented bait makers will be at the New York Musky Expo on February 1st and 2nd. Check them out on Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/bigactionbaits/ https://www.instagram.com/topline_baits/
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This week @adafruit we're prototyping a new halloween project using PropMaker RP2040 Feather. The timelapse Tuesday video this week is an articulating pumpkin with spider-like legs designed by jajaum3d. Feather RP2040 PropMaker https://www.adafruit.com/product/5768 Continuous Micro Servo https://www.adafruit.com/product/2442 Mini Oval Speaker https://www.adafruit.com/product/3923 VL53L1X ToF Sensor https://www.adafruit.com/product/3967 Timelapse Tuesday Crawling Pumpkins By jajaum3d https://www.printables.com/model/1011362-tiny-crawling-pumpkins https://youtu.be/JRu1dlKNn_Q Community Makes https://www.printables.com/model/423633-star-fragment-lamp/comments/2132875 https://www.printables.com/model/864293-gravity-falls-memory-gun/comments/2130121
CW: Broken Hearts, CryingThe first Audistorium love story. Birds, flowers, rain and the smell of lavender bring fond, but often hurtful memories to the surface.This episode was written, performed and sound designed by Landon 'Lemon' WhisnantAudistorium's Links: https://linktr.ee/audistoriumClick here for our Patreon! You can also find it at Patreon.com/Audistorium or you can support the show by leaving us a rating, and we also have a Ko-fi under https://ko-fi.com/audistorium should you be interested in donating anything to the production. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Tábor! Uničov! A ten-goal thriller! Beer! Gary Medel! Mashed potatoes! Majka the Pundit! Pigeons! Medieval skulduggery! Drum theft! If you can find another podcast with all these things in it, what on earth do you want from life? They're all here! 0.00 - opening 1.45 - Tábor (and very briefly Sparta B) vs. Zbrojovka, feat. Majka the Pundit 12.00 - Vyškov and Zlín (A-team) previews 21.45 - Beer of the Podcast 28.20 - Uničov vs. Zbrojovka B 35.30 - What's the Deal With... Uničov? 41.15 - Hot? Or Not?! 49.40 - Strány and Kroměříž (B-team) previews 57.10 - outro
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"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils. Hi, I'm Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It's a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today's Pickled Poem? Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I'd love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I'll see you next week! https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast
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The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 8 Shopping adventures. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. The trio made their way back to the bustling ring of the shopping district, stopping in front of a statue of what must have been some iconic blacksmith when Devin turned to the girls. "I have a shop I want to visit. I thought of a few presents I wanted to buy the two of you. Do you mind getting a head start and finding a seamstress? Oh, and Azalea, can I borrow the drawing you did of; my; er; me?" [[MORE]] Azalea gave him a quizzical look. "You mean the one of your penis? Sure." She dug around her bag, found her notebook, and handed it to him. Fluttering around his head excitedly, she demanded, "Does it have something to do with our presents? Does it? What is it? Tell me!" "Azalea, dear. Herd-mate probably wants to surprise us, or else he wouldn't be going alone," interrupted Reina. "Ahhh, okaaaay; fine, but in return, we'll surprise you with our new outfits!" "Won't you need formal attire too, herd-mate?" the female Whitehorn asked. "I have an outfit from when I attend guild banquets. I'll wear that." Devin handed Reina two pouches. "I know I said I wasn't going to spend the money from our potential client, but I don't know the current market price for formal attire, so if possible, try to haggle or negotiate a lower price." She put the pouches in her belt. "I'll try. Should we meet you here in three hours?" "That's a good idea. We can have a late lunch together and then go back to Jeni's to change," Devin suggested and then waved, disappearing into the crowd. "Shopping time with Reina! I want to wander around and window shop for a while," the fairy announced, flitting ahead of her fellow mate. "Alright." —---------- As a native, Devin knew most of the shortcuts between all the major city blocks. He was calculating the time he'd need to get to the workshops he had in mind when he had a sudden realization. Mavis said a carriage would be sent for them, but he had failed to mention where they were staying. He hustled back to the post office to inform the nonplussed secretary of the forwarding information for their inn. She informed him she'd take care of it personally, and he left, dashing back across town. Nearing the western gate of the city, he slowed his pace, taking a moment to lean against the corner of a building near an alley to catch his breath. "Lovely day for a walk!" said a rough, squeaky voice. He looked over his shoulder to spot a pint-sized individual with arrogant, ruby eyes leaning against the opposite wall. Not sure if they were talking to him or not, Devin ignored them. The mystery figure pushed back its mud-stained hood. Two substantial, rounded ears covered in gray fur with a soft pink interior twitched in expectation. One of the ears was missing a chunk. She brushed away her matted auburn hair. "Are your girls going to be ok with you not around?" He put a hand on his dagger. "Is there a reason I should be aware of why they wouldn't be ok?" She slunk back. "Hey now, let's not get hasty. It's not that I'm interested in them specifically. I'm more interested in what I can do for you or for them." She made a little bow, and the edges of her cloak fell open to expose her bare midriff. A thick belt covered her small chest. A narrower belt wrapped around her waist. On the lower belt was a run-down pouch with a broken button and a rusty dagger attached. Two thinner belts crisscrossed around her hips, meeting between her legs and leaving the rest of her undernourished frame uncovered. "I've been following you; sorry, no, that came out wrong. I noticed you enter the city and saw a curious sight: a rare Whitehorn, and an even rarer fairy, both together with a well-to-do merchant. I have an eye for opportunity and wondered if you might be in need of a guide." "I'm a native of this city." "Oh." She seemed a little taken aback. "Well, then; how about I guide your companions around; seeing as you seem to have other errands?" "I usually don't make it a habit of entrusting things I care about to those I haven't established trust with," Devin stated with little emotion. "Now, now! Don't be like that. I'm just a hungry ratgirl who's trying to make some coin. Trust needs to start somewhere, right? How bout my name?" She opened her arms placatingly. "The name's Chitchat. It's what most of my clients know me as. I'm sort of a rat-about-town. I take all kinds of jobs. Sometimes I'm an information trader, other times a guide. I'm pretty confident in my knowledge of most of the stores in town and where to find them." Seeing him ponder her request, she added, "You don't want your friends getting lost or taken advantage of while you're away, do ya?" The offer was tempting, but the person making it gave him pause. She looked trustworthy enough, but anyone could throw on some dirty rags and rub some dirt on their face. Her gaunt features were not so easy to fake, however. While violent and major crimes were fairly rare, there was no lack of theft, bribery, and petty crime in a city where merchandise, and often times cut-throat commerce were common trades. Merchants were no strangers to risk. What required skill was knowing how to manage it and, if possible, use it to your advantage. That didn't apply to his girls, though. As his treasure, he felt it unlikely to be too cautious with them. Yet, it seemed in bad taste to be so miserly with someone as down-and-out as this girl. "I won't be gone long. I'm sure they'll be fine." "Then how about I offer my help to you. Wherever you're going, I might be able to suggest a cheaper alternative." Chitchat worried he was taking too much time to decide and tried to press him. "Please, sir, it's been a long time since I've eaten." She tactically gripped his arm, pressing herself into it. Devin expected her to smell worse than she did. Something between sour wine, wet fur, and perhaps desperation? It was, at the very least, a sense of urgency. He wasn't averse to helping someone in need. He often tossed a few coins to the most needy-looking. She squeezed his arm. "Isn't it better to earn one's bread by being industrious instead of begging?" Devin decided to test her a bit. "I won't be gone long, and the girls should be fine." With a curt brusqueness, he dislodged her from his arm and walked away. Chitchat looked startled at the sudden shift in attitude. She was going to make another offer, but he was already several strides away. Devin ducked behind a corner and looked back toward the alley. Chitchat fell back against the brick wall and sank to the ground, pulling her knees up to her chest. 'Doesn't look like she has any accomplices, nor is she asking anyone else. In his experience, charlatans tended to immediately move to another target if their first victim didn't prove fruitful. Guess I'll take a chance.' He returned to the dejected ratgirl, but she didn't look up until he was right in front of her. "What are you doing back?" "I changed my mind." He showed her five vols. "Half up front and half when I return. Give this to them, so they know I hired you." Wrapping the coins into his handkerchief, he held it out to her. Warily, she held out her hand and took it. "But that is way too, " "I'll be back in three hours. They should be wandering around the clothing ward." Before she could say anything more, he left again, leaving her bewildered. Without further delay, Devin arrived at his destination in the southern half of the city, on the border of the old-town district. 'This can't be right. It's too small!' Devin stood in a vacant alley, nestled at the end of an empty street. He thought this was the address to the craftsman he was seeking. Rumors told of a woodworker who took unusual commissions, but he had never been to this part of town. All that stood before him was a marble wall with an elaborate limestone door deeply inlaid with runes. The runes he used to keep his goods cool or used in everyday life were from a branch language, a dialect of the original. The runes in front of him, while similar geometrically, were older. Devin had no idea what they meant, and few people probably did due to their baffling complexity. Aside from syntax, the timing could also change the meaning, depending on the time of day or even the season. Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about any of that. A frayed cord hung to the side of the door with a sign that read: Ring once: pickup Ring twice: order Ring thrice: delivery Ringing twice, he felt a slow rumble, a grinding of stone-on-stone, under his feet as a crease appeared down the left edge of the door frame. From the blackness, an unnaturally strong and rocky hand grabbed his shirt and yanked him inside. The entrance sealed shut, leaving them in darkness. He put out a foot to steady himself but felt only air. As he stumbled, the strong grip held him up while simultaneously pulling him down what he quickly realized was a stairway. "Uh, excuse me? Could you stop tugging on my clothes?" His escort remained silent but paused. He felt his shirt let go, and his wrist was grabbed instead to continue with their slow, lumbering footfalls. "Er; if it's not too much trouble, could you tell me if this is the workshop of Antoris the woodsmith?" Silence. The unusual reception had him a little on edge, but a Dwarven workshop being underground most certainly wasn't unheard of. Reaching out his left hand, he felt a stone railing. It felt curved, and by the way the faint gleam of light below them kept rotating without passing behind them, he guessed they were on a circular stairwell. The air, aside from being cool and dry, was surprisingly fresh. A faint draft issued from beneath them. He lost track of their descent after the fiftieth step, but they soon passed through an entrance in the floor. The room opening below them was the same as the one above, only this one was lit with purple and orange crystals sticking out of the rock walls. Calling them a wall would have been an injustice to the creator. Hewn from the rock were massive pillars shaped like leafless trees with expansive branches holding the stairway and the ceiling aloft. Between the pillars were murals -- illustrations of rocky figures planting trees and maybe flowers. He could now see his silent chaperone in the light. The most noticeable feature was her height. She towered over him. He guessed she was nearly nine or ten feet tall. Initially, he thought she was a gnome since they were known to be a quiet type of earth elemental. However, he dismissed that idea since her movements weren't quite fluid or natural. The smoothness of her skin and the massive, spherically cut rubies acting as joints were too unnatural. She was naked; naked as a white marble statue could be. She didn't possess any of the finer details one might find on a completed work, namely nipples or genitalia, and he wondered if maybe she was an unfinished or trial design. Whatever the case, the creator seemed to appreciate large breasts and long hair. He didn't expect an answer but attempted, "Are you a golem? Can you take me to your creator?" For the first time, she stopped and regarded him. A pair of rough-cut ruby eyes stared down at him, processing his request. Golems had varying levels of intelligence. Most had at least basic commands they accepted or understood even if they couldn't speak. She obliged, though not in the way he expected. Feeling himself go weightless, she scooped him up in her arms. He wasn't feeling very princess-like, despite being in the cliche carrying position, and he flailed a bit as she set off with a faster gait down the stairs. Devin calmed down and appreciated the faster speed even though he couldn't appreciate the wall murals at leisure. She looked down over her generous chest, squeezed him tight against it and jumped the rest of the way to the floor below. Neither the floor nor her legs were soft, so he felt a big jolt from the landing. She made a sharp turn upon landing and passed through one of four archway exits from the room. Plunged into darkness once more, they passed swiftly through another archway. As she slowed her pace, Devin's jaw dropped. They were in an extensive cavern with cerulean-colored pools separated into square, uniform sections. Inside each pool was a singular, tall, and narrow rock-like structure, each of a different color. "What is this place?" She pointed at herself, then at the pool. "This is how you were made?" Leaving his question unanswered, she passed through a wide door on the opposite side of the room and unceremoniously deposited him in the center of a brightly-lit room that smelled dry, dusty, and yet sweet. He stood up, brushing sawdust and woodchips off himself, and beheld the magnificent master carpenter's dream that lay about him. Planks of varying trees, cut and sanded, leaned neatly against three walls surrounding large workbenches. On the left and right tables were hand saws, chisels, planes, and adzes were neatly arranged around half-finished products. Through a hole next to the door frame he had entered, water flowed from the previous room. It wrapped around the edge of one wall and down through a hole in the floor. It likely powered the vertical saw that adorned a corner. At the center table, a red-bearded dwarf sat whittling on something Devin didn't recognize. Without looking up, the dwarf bellowed, "Ruby! Why in the name of the Great mountain did ya come through the pool room?" The golem, Ruby, made no attempt to answer and instead took her place by his left side. Without receiving a greeting or introduction, Devin stood awkwardly and said, "You must be Antoris the Dwarf!" "Is that what yer eyes be tellin' ya's, or do you just have a gift for compulsively stating the obvious?" "Sorry, I meant no disrespect. I was unsure if this was the right place, given the; um; abrupt greeting by your assistant and the location of your workshop." "Woodworking is my profession. Gems and golems are my hobbies. Expensive hobbies, I might add. I don't like going above ground -- too many people to deal with! Introductions, especially so. I'm also not overly fond of talking about most things or answering questions, so place your order and don't ramble." Devin handed him a slip of paper with Azalea's drawing. The dwarf looked at it for a moment, frowning. "Yer wants me to make; these?" He sighed and slumped on his stool. "My first customer in weeks and they turn out to be a pervert." "It's not for me. It's for a fairy friend." "I don't care who it's fer." I can make these tiny; toys, but I don't have any ravishwood big enough to make the big'un. You want the same wood for all of them?" "Does that mean you'll make it?" "Are ya daft on top of having poor eyes? I got a reputation for being reclusive but won't be havin' one for turnin' down a customer." Devin thought for a moment. "Cedar for the box, white oak for the knife-sheath, and ravishwood for the others. I've heard the last is a bit rare and hard to find, so I'll pay double the normal price." "Ya bet yer coin purse yer will. I hope you don't mean to stuff your fairy with this!" "The big one is for someone else." The dwarf showed no surprise. "Should take me about two-and-a-half hours. Ya can take a seat over there." He pointed a stubby finger to an overly-decorated stool in the corner. Turning to Ruby, he whispered something into her ear, and they both separated: She went into a back room while Antoris disappeared into a side room and then returned with several choice pieces of lumber. Devin watched him measure, mark, cut, and repeat until he grew bored. "Go ahead; ask yer questions." "Excuse me?" "Questions! Everyone has them." "But you said, " "My hobby is the small exception. Now, go ahead before it starts leaking out ya ears. Ya have the same look ever'one has when they see ma girls." "Oh, then; um; do they have names?" "The one er'brought a here, as you already heard, is Ruby. She's the third of four I've built. Sapphire and Emerald were the first and second rudimentary prototypes. They are out digging a new tunnel." "Who's the fourth?" "Diamond." Antoris rang a silver bell on the corner of the desk. From a different side room entered another golem. Earlier, Devin considered Ruby to look quite advanced, but she barely held a stalactite to her sister. Diamond was more normal in height and also naked, except for a craftsman's apron. Meticulous attention was given to her features. Her face was expressionless, fixed with either a neutral or gentle smile, depending on the angle. Her skin was glossy and smooth, with a glassy opaqueness overlaid to protect the milky white, tan and light-brown wood pattern underneath. Very fine veins of red-opal, and malachite-green just under her skin connected to the diamonds acting as her digits and joints. Her hair was chiseled to be long and wavy, a portion covering her left eye. She gracefully glided across the room on slender legs, her movements precise and willful. Assuming a demure position slightly behind and to the right of her creator, she faced Devin, bowed, and gave him a generous view of her cleavage. "I have an owlchemist friend who's working on her first golem," Devin commented. "What's 'er name?" "Jeni-feather, over in the manufacturing district." "Why does that name sound familiar? Oh, of course! Old man Nílo's assistant. I heard a rumor he took someone in. I thought it false since he's even more of a recluse than I am -- does all his business transactions via proxy. Maybe he felt he was getting too old for everything. How far along in her work is she?" "She's never showed me." "Poor friend who doesn't ask about their friend's hobbies -- especially those that involve pouring a large amount of their money, time, and life into it." "I can't argue with that," Devin lamented. "Diamond is my latest and first fully-complete construct," revealed the older dwarf proudly. "She's a masterful-looking piece of work," Devin agreed. "I'm especially proud of her eyes; multifaceted semi-precious gems." "They remind me of some insect demi-humans. Does she have, " The dwarf pulled Diamond's apron aside, revealing two pink nubs. "Rose quartz for her nips. Interchangeable cunt." "I like the amethyst clematis you have in her hair. My fairy friend has a dress of the same flower." "It's slow, delicate work carving flowers from gems but well worth it." "Is her body from stone or wood, and what are those veins?" "You saw those things in the other room, under the water? It's petrified wood -- more specifically, petrified dryad wood. Spotted a branch from an exotic merchant. Bought it for almost nothing since he thought it was just a pretty rock. It was a small piece, so I couldn't do much with it. I regrow and graft on bigger parts." "Why not just use regular stone or wood for all of them?" "because certain materials are more conductive to affinity. The grandfather of golemancy discovered a way to infuse one's own affinity, into inanimate objects. I ain't sure why it works, but things that were once alive conduct better, but other things can be used. My girl's core uses a chunk of amber," he explained while tapping a honey-colored teardrop embedded under her clavicle. A lot also comes down to what's available and what can be afforded." "Rarer materials; high cost. Makes sense." "And lastly, what the creator knows how to work with. Since I know a thing or two about mining, gems and rocks are easy enough for me to work with. All depends on the creator, but you can find a bit of a pattern depending where you go. There are very roughly three kinds. The middle kingdom's are generally made from clay, porcelain, and clockwork. Down in the desert lands, I've heard they use the flesh of their dead or some such morbid thing." "Feel free to pass any of this to your friend, though she probably knows most of it. Now let me get back to work." Devin took a seat. Not knowing what else to do, he decided to practice more with his glyph. —------------ Chitchat was usually more on her game when playing the poor, needy ratgirl, but it'd been a significant period since she'd eaten, and it was starting to affect her charisma. 'Thought I'd blown it with that clueless merchant. Can't believe he actually came back. Now, if I can just find those girls. Pretty sure I saw him give that Whitehorn some money. If I play my cards right, I can get paid and pick their pockets. That should feed me for maybe a few months!' Her nails gripped the cobblestone, expertly weaving and dodging through the forest of legs in the streets and alleys. Standing barely five feet on tiptoes, she decided to jump up on a barrel to search the many heads and ears for her quarry. —----------------------- "Reina! How do I look?" Azalea turned around to show off the hairpins holding together twin-tails. Before Reina could comment, "What's that smell? Roast corn! "Azalea dropped the hairpins in the bemused merchant's hands and zipped off toward a stall with a grill. "I wonder what spices they use! Trade secret? Understandable. So much delicious-looking food! Sweets I've never seen, fruits I've never tasted! Oh, what are those over there? They are what? Snowglobes? How do you get the snow in them? Are they edible? Speak up! I can't hear you!" Reina was feeling a bit overwhelmed. Aside from being in a new place, she was doomed to act as fairy herder for the day. 'How does such a small body have so much energy? She can't seem to focus on anything for more than thirty seconds.' She was happy to see her friend thoroughly enjoying herself but was afraid the endless distractions would delay them from their responsibilities. "Mmmphthigsgood!" "Azalea, swallow first, and where did you get that food?" "That nice man over there was selling some bread filled with jam. Said I was cute and gave me one. Try some!" Azalea bit off a generous portion with jam, pressed her petite lips to Reina's, and used her tongue to push the morsel in. Normally, Reina wouldn't have minded, but they were in public. She blushed as the few passersby failed to hide smiles. "You're so adorable when you're embarrassed," Azalea teased. Feeling a little indignant at her own awkwardness, she swallowed, scooped the hyperactive fae close, and licked some jam off her cheek. "Careful! I might end up eating you instead." Azalea face lit up. "Once, Life-mate put me in his mouth when I was covered in his cum, to clean me. I was pretty out of it when it happened. I wouldn't mind experiencing it again when I'm more lucid. Or maybe I should smear some jam in a very particular place that's more fun to lick," she whispered. "But for now, here, you can have the rest. I wanna go look at other food stall." She stuffed the rest of the pastry into Reina's mouth and flew off. Reina was about to follow when she felt something on her foreleg. "Finally found you!" squeaked a small girl gasping for breath. "Why are there so many more people than usual today?" "Is this an unusual amount? I'm new to this city." "I know. Where'd your fairy friend go?" "Um, she was looking at candles, but now where'd she go? Oh, there she is. Do we know you?" "Hey, it's you!" exclaimed a returning Azalea, nibbling on a piece of honeycomb. "You know her?" "No, but remember I mentioned someone watching us. Same eyes." "You were watching us?" "I, er, " the ratgirl stammered. "Did you need our help with something?" "Help? Help, yes; yes, I came to offer my services. Your friend hired me to guide you around till he got back." "Herd-mate did? He didn't mention that earlier." Reina glanced at Azalea. "He thought of it after he left. Here's proof!" She held out Devin's handkerchief. Reina took the handkerchief and sniffed it. "Smells like him." "Oh, I want to smell, too! I miss him already!" Azalea declared as she dived into the handkerchief in Reina's hand. "He's only been gone twenty minutes, Azalea, and try not to get it sticky." Turning back to the ratgirl, " We are glad to have your guidance, Miss, ?" "Chitchat." "That's an interesting name," commented Azalea as she licked her fingers clean. "It's my working name." "Nice to meetcha. This is Reina, and you already heard my name. We were just wandering around looking for a seamstress." "One of us was. The other was stuffing her face," Reina teased. "It's not good to shop on an empty stomach," Azalea shot back. "That only applies to grocery shopping!" Reina countered. Chitchat put a hand to her chin. "Seamstress, eh? I know one nearby." "Oh good! We are quite ready, aren't we?" urged Reina, cupping Azalea in her hands and hugging her to her chest so she wouldn't fly off again. Chitchat took the lead. "Then off we go!" "Have you lived in this city all your life, Miss Chitchat?" asked Reina. "Yep, all nineteen years of it. When my parents died, I spent the rest of my childhood in an orphanage. When I turned eighteen, I decided I had enough of being told what to do, so I left." Chitchat continued to rattle on about the city and her many observations about its inhabitants and peculiarities. Azalea was content to be held between Reina's soft breasts until she spotted a fenced-off street entrance. Wiggling out of her pillowy cocoon, she poked her head over Reina's shoulder. "Why's that street blocked off? And why is it pink?" Chitchat looked where Azalea pointed. A tall, wooden fence, engraved with a depiction of naked shoppers covered with strategically placed leaves, separated the two roads. "Have you noticed the edges of some streets have colored cobble?" "No, " "Probably because someone was too enamored with window shopping," Reina jested. "It's a decency indicator. Numerous demi-humans have different feelings toward modesty. As a compromise with the more prudish nature of humans, the city council implemented a color system to indicate which sections of the city you're allowed to expose which parts of your body. Green, you have to be fully clothed. Yellow is for topless regions, mostly centered around the milking quarters. Pink allows full nudity, and red areas allow public sex but are strictly regulated to the nightworker parts of the city. Independent businesses may have a separate set of rules, so they'll have an indication by the door." "Can we go take a look, Reina? Pleeeeaase!?! Then we can go straight to the seamstress." Chitchat didn't say anything. She didn't visit these adult areas unless she was in haste for a shortcut, and even then, she didn't linger. "You know it's tough to say no when you give such pleading puppy-dog-girl eyes." Reina opened the pedestrian gate and passed through. The landscape on the opposite side was exactly as the other, except the leaves were removed. "Where are all the people?" wondered Azalea "These neighborhoods tend to cater to very specific merchandise and customers. Also, it's winter. Not too many people are gonna take their clothes off when it's cold." "Well, there might be one, " Azalea shimmered out her dress and handed it to Reina. She floated a few feet forward, her breasts heaving with nervousness. "This is more embarrassing than I thought it'd be." Reina folded the dress away. "I never imagined I'd hear you say that, considering you fly around without undergarments." "Of course, I get embarrassed, but have you noticed I fly under eye level all the time when we are not alone? Sneak peeks are only for you and life-mate." "And me, I suppose," observed Chitchat, trying not to look too closely. Uncharacteristically for her, Azalea made an attempt to cover herself. "Sorry, Miss Chitchat. I've been a little brazen today. "Now look who's adorable when she's embarrassed!" chuckled Reina, offering her dress back. Azalea waved her hands to decline. "It's alright. I don't personally visit these kinds of places, but a job is a job. I have to wonder, though. Your dress doesn't look especially warm. Aren't you cold?" "A little," Azalea admitted and lowered her arms. "My nipples are most certainly stiff, but if I get too cold, I'll just hug my little Whitehorn for warmth." She winked. "I feel so, exposed. Is this what Jyora felt like?" "You seem to be getting a thrill out of it all the same." Azalea rubbed her thighs together to highlight her dripping. "Maybe it is a little exciting." Azalea, feeling bolder, picked up the pace, peering into different storefronts. She was about to move on from a brick-lined building when the door caught her eye. "Let me guess; you want to go in there?" discerned Chitchat. Azalea nodded. "This is definitely an interesting shop! Just look how amazing this handle is!" "I am looking. Any place with a door handle shaped like a centaur penis, paired with a centaur mare vulva lock; Public nudity aside, I have a hard time imagining it as a place you'd like to investigate," Chitchat stated with slight embarrassment. Azalea floated up to Chitchat and put a hand on her shoulder. "I cannot leave an establishment with such eclectic taste unexplored, can I? Surely, this is the work of a forward thinker! Besides, it's good to have a healthy curiosity." "I think you've gone well beyond sexual curiosity into connoisseur territory." Reina grasped the shaft, surprised at the feel of realism, and pulled. Out billowed the acrid smell of metal and coal. Azalea grabbed the hand of a surprised Chitchat and flew in. "Sorry for the smoke. I'll be done in a second," boomed voice from somewhere in the building. "Look at this place! It's, " "Organized chaos?" Reina suggested. "Amazing! I never dreamed that a big city sold these kinds of things!!!" Floor-to-ceiling shelves, stuffed with sex toys, lined the walls. Some toys were familiar, others incomprehensible. Azalea's eyes sparkled as she darted here and there, taking in all the merchandise. "Reina, there are so many dildos! Even more than at Grandpa Gylan's farm!" Azalea had swiped her dress back and put it back on. She was gleefully looking over the display table. "Centaur, wolfman, I think this is a bunny boy's, and this is a catboy's?" She pulled a screw-shaped dildo from a drawer. "This one reminds me of mom's husband's, very porcine shaped." She pushed it through her circled fingers. "Momma said the thickness is mediocre, but the way the tip pokes at her cervix really turns her on, especially when it pushes it in." "Oh! Look what we have here, Reina! Recognize this?" Azalea picked up a skinny black toy and held it up. "A Whitehorn! " She rubbed it against Reina's cheek. "I bet you'd like to try it." "You're sweet, dear, but I should probably tell you. Male whitehorns don't provide much stimulation. Mating is a very quick affair." "Ah, that's too bad," she said before returning the toy. "It is what it is. That's why herd-mate's fis; ministrations felt so good." Azalea held up some colored glass beads connected by a string, turning them over in her hands. "What are these for?" Chitchat peeked around Reina. "How do you not know what anal beads are?" "So you put them in your ass? I bet that feels interesting. Why are there whips and ropes here?" "Some people like being tied up and given a little pain." "Really? Huh; interesting." From somewhere in the back, beyond the haze of smoke, a sudden clink of metal, followed by a sharp sizzle, interrupted them. They could just make out the store's proprietor against the billowy flames of a forge. A light-green woman, with black hair haphazardly tied out of the way, squinted through a pair of magnifiers. Her strong arms vigorously polished a human shaped dildo. She got up from her work stool, leaving a glistening dildo where she had been sitting. Wearing only a front-facing smith's apron, she turned around, and a garnet-colored, heart-shaped assplug peeked out from between her ass cheeks. She stood on tiptoes and twisted a knob on the chimney, opening a flue to dissipate the smoke. Previously hidden within the haze, a bundle hanging from the ceiling was revealed. The goblin smith stepped over, rotated the bundle, and stuffed the dildo in one end, causing the bundle to moan. "How's that feel? I smoothed out the rough spots next to the vein." "Mphhfmmg!" "So it's good?" "Mhmmp." "Excellent! Another prototype finished. Now, let's see who our guests are." She pushed back an ear that had flopped over her shoulder, pulled the bandana off her head, and wiped her brow. "Looks like we got some rare customers! Welcome to Forging Pleasure. Sorry for da smoke. Sometimes the flue gets clogged. I'm de owner of dis here shop. Eitri Tehdä's ma name, and dis is ma toy tester and cousin, Avu." "Mmmppshh." The bundle called Avu had a gag stuffed into her mouth. She was suspended from the ceiling in a harness that held her torso. Her arms and legs were tied behind her back, cutouts allowed access between her legs, and her ample chest could hang freely. "What can I help you girls with? Let me guess; looking for something to spice up a threesome. I've been working on a three-sided dildo if ya feeling adventurous. No, wait, before you say anything, I forgot ma spiel." She cleared her throat. "Feeling a bit overwhelmed and in need of some de-stressing? Have an emptiness that needs satiating or a deep itch that needs scratching? Filling holes is our goal!" Azalea clapped her hands. "What a wonderful motto! My holes were definitely made to be filled! We are new, just arrived today, and were out shopping. I noticed your door and was intrigued." "Liked that, didja? Copied and replicated from a centaur couple who visited us last year. We pride ourselves on makin' 'em as realistic as possible. Well, as real as we can using metal or wood anyway." "You made a copy of them?" "Aye! Saves a lot of time, instead of craftin' by hand. Supposedly, there is a soft, springy substance hidden away in the southern country, that feels more like the real thing, but so far, we haven't been able to get our mits on any of the stuff." "They definitely felt life-like enough already. I noticed all the bumps and veins," commented Reina. "We always look for new and different for a wide variety of shapes and sizes. We pay 'em. They get one free copy, and the rest go on the shelves. Don't tell anyone, but I think they also secretly get a thrill out of imagining a stranger using 'em for personal time." Azalea pointed to the display table in the middle of the room. "So all these are from someone in town?" "Most of 'em. If you're secretly looking for someone in particular, we have many of the more notable folks." "Do you make girls, too?" "You mean vulvas? They are a lot trickier, so very rarely. Mostly decorative pieces." "I wish I could watch you make one," Azalea expressed. "Well, we should have a customer coming in any minute now. It's not as exciting as you might think. Takes about an hour." A small bell rang above Avu. "Punctual as usual. If you really want to watch, I just need to read you a disclaimer." She placed a parchment on the table, pointing to the first paragraph. "Do you consent to seeing real depictions of sexual imagery for the purpose of education and/or mercantile exchange? If you do, please sign here." "Most definitely!" Azalea signed her name with flare and an unnecessary winky face. "I'll sign, but I'm going to peruse the shelves some more." said Reina. "I guess I will. Just to expand my knowledge about such things, you understand, but; I don't know how to write," Chitchat mumbled. "I can help you! Just give me your hand, and we can do it together. C-h-i-t-c-h-a-t." She handed the scroll back to Eitri. "Everything looks in order. This way, please." Eitri led Chitchat and Azalea behind the front counter to the nook where Avu hung, pulling a curtain closed behind them. Azalea regarded the suspended goblin. "Miss Eitri, I was wondering why Avu is all tied up." "Cause it was her idea, as was toy testin'. Says it gets her creative juices flowin'. "Not just her creativity it looks like." Observed Chitchat, noticing a pile of damp straw beneath her. "Normally, she's tied up with ropes, but today she's demonstrating a new idea: The Shortstuff Carry-all! It's still a working name. We were thinking of manufacturing them for portability purposes." "Why would anyone want to carry a goblin around?" "It's not just for goblins. It can be used for any smaller demi-human race. Like most of her ideas, she gets 'em when she's horny. This time, it stemmed from her imagining being treated like a cock-warmer, ready for use, so she built it for herself, but then we started thinking of more practical consequences. Like, they can't just be used anywhere in the city because of the modesty laws. Though, I suppose it depends on how the user is dressed. Maybe during journeys, short legs can't walk or run as fast or as far as longer-legged people. At least, I can't. Or perhaps at certain festivals or gatherings." "I can somewhat understand that," asserted Azalea. "Fulfilling your partner's random bouts of horniness by being stuffed is the most fulfilling feeling for me! Or it will be when I can stretch wide enough." Eitri rapped on the wall near where four waist-high holes of differing sizes lined the wall. Out of the far-left one popped a penis. "A wolfman!" exclaimed Azalea. "That he is. He's a young man, very polite. Been a regular for a number of years. I asked if he wanted to be one of our models. The first attempt had a few errors, so today is a redo." "Why don't you make it with them in the same room?" "Some customers like to remain anonymous. Others get a bit shy if they see someone watch 'em. A few like the thrill of not knowing who's doing what to them." "I've never seen a canine demi-human up close. He sure is red." "His kind can be both difficult and easier to make a mold for. Their knot keeps them fixed in place nicely, but they usually start pre-cumming right away, which can make the plaster take longer to dry. Fortunately, we have a simple solution." Azalea cocked her head. "A metal tube?" "Aye! First, we put a little linseed oil on it and carefully insert it into the tip, not far, mind you, just long enough so we can get the casing around the glans. "Now we gotta swell 'em up. Normally, Avu does this part; tis why I 'ung her over 'ere, but I don't mind demonstrating today. I like working my way from the head toward the back." With stubby fingers, she encircled his glans. "Then we add a little more oil to get him all slick and start jerkin'." "How cute! He's humping your hand." "He's quite a horny boy. See his knot starting to swell?" "Can I touch it?" "I doubt he'd mind." Azalea wrapped her tiny hands around the small bulge. "Warm and squishy. I thought it'd be bigger and harder." "Oh, it will. Grab his shaft and push back on it. Keep up a constant pressure. Try to make it feel like he's prodding a tight cunt. Yes, like that. Do it a few times and then squish it through." Azalea squeezed and pushed back hard, popping it through her encircled hands. "Oh wow, he's swelling so fast! Here's the size I was expecting. It's as big as an apple!" "You can let go now. It'll be about thirty minutes before he deflates enough to pull out." A spurt of liquid splashed her hand. "Oh, is he coming already? Can I drink it?" Before Eitri could answer, Azalea's lips were already around the metal tube. Eitri raised an eyebrow. "Uh, well, ok, go ahead, I guess, and no, the first watery bit will be pre-cum. When you notice a thicker, coppery taste, then you'll know when he's cummin' proper. You also might get a bit more clear, watery fluid at the end." Eitri grabbed a flat metal tray. "While you handle that, I'll show you how we make the mold. We slide it into these grooves on the wall, so his penis is resting on it. Then we slide in the sides, creating a little box, and pour in some warm plaster roughly halfway up. Lastly, we lay this square wax paper frame around the edge, so we can easily split the two halves, fill in the rest to the top, and let it sit till it hardens." Chitchat sat down on a stool next to Avu, not finding the molding process as interesting as she had expected. Her libido was normally very low. The rare times she masturbated were usually to distract herself from being hungry or to help her fall asleep. Putting her chin in her hand, she disinterestedly watched Azalea sip her unexpected treat, wondering how she could do something so lewd so naturally. She peeked out the curtain at Reina."What do you think she's thinking about?" she said out loud to Avu, not expecting a response. "Think she's imagining how many dildos she could stuff into that huge body of hers?" "Mgpmh" Avu shrugged. She let the curtain fall back. "So uh; do you hang around here often?" Avu rolled her eyes. "That was pretty bad, wasn't it? I went for the; lowest hanging fruit," Chitchat giggled. Avu gave a low groan. "Alright, I'll stop." Typically, Chitchat was adept at small talk, hence her nickname. For some reason, though, she was really off her game today. It all started with meeting that merchant. "So, I'm guessing by the red ochre pattern painted on your body; you are from one of the marsh tribes?" Avu nodded. "And the whole tied-up thing; you're a masochist?" Avu nodded enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up. "I'm not really interested in this sorta stuff." Avu looked sad. "What? Oh, come on, don't look pleadingly at me. I already have been escorting someone who begs the same way. Ok, fine, but just a warning; I've never done anything you're probably hoping for." Avu smiled around the gag and tried to swing her body closer. "You're definitely a little horny, well-endowed goblin, aren't ya? Your belly and thighs were certainly blessed with ample pudginess." She cupped one of Avu's hanging breasts. "You have some curiously white nipple piercings." Avu let out a long moan as Chitchat rolled the tender flesh between her fingers. "I'm sorry! Did that hurt? Wait, maybe you'd actually like that?" Chitchat spun Avu around, stopping with her between Avu's legs. "Clean-shaven, I see. Makes sense if you are testing a lot of toys." She parted the fleshy lips. "Such a girthy dildo planted in ya! Sure does push your clit out." Chitchat flicked the fat little nub, instantly getting a whimper. "Interesting! You also have those little crystal bead piercings surrounding your clit and in a line down your cunt lips. Well, guess I'll just experiment and see whatcha like." Chitchat's actions got the attention of Eitri, who was leaning against the wall waiting for the plaster to harden. "If you're going to do that, could you aim her toward the straw, please?" Chitchat spun her again, aiming her ass toward the pile of previously damp straw. She experimented with rubbing the squirming goblin girl, trying to mimic the things she liked. With needy huffs and sharp cries, Avu's body jerked as a pearly stream of girl cum splashed over Chitchat's hand. "You came fast. Does that mean I did a good job?" "Mmmmpssh." Avu breathed heavily through the impediment in her mouth. "You're, uh, welcome, I guess. Hmm, I'm reminded of a little rumor I suddenly got curious to try." Avu tipped her head questioningly. Chitchat scooted very close and pulled her close till they were nose-to-nose. Smiling mischievously, she took hold of both of Avu's ears. Avu's eyes widened as Chitchat started to caress, massage, and stroke the floppy appendages. "Careful, you gonna make her get all melty-brained," laughed Eitri. Avu's eyelids sagged, and she started drooling profusely, making little gurgling sounds. "She's really getting spoiled today." "Is she?" Chitchat asked thoughtfully. "A goblin's ears are highly sensitive, sometimes even more than our sexy bits. It's like a direct connection straight to our brain. We become super relaxed and floaty-headed. Also, and I probably shouldn't say this, she becomes very impressionable. You could tell her to do just about anything, and she'd do it." "Is that so?" Reina pulled the curtain aside and poked her head in. "Sorry to interrupt your fun, but I was perusing your wares and was wondering what this curious device was." She held up a wooden object curled in the shape of a giant comma, carved from cedar and polished to a lovely sheen. Several taut strings stretched across it, anchored in place by brass knobs embedded into the surface. "Oh, I wondered where that went! Stroke your nail along the strings, and you'll see." Reina did as she was told. Raking her middle finger across the strings emitted a pleasant sound. Almost immediately, a throaty cry erupted from Avu. Surprised, Reina hesitantly stroked the strings again, leading to Avu straining and fighting against her restraints. Her cunt spraying cum again. "Am I doing that?" Reina buzzed in awe. "Indeed, you are! I named it the Sonorous Pleasure Acoustic Sex Machine, or S.P.A.S.M for short. Those studs in her nipples and cunt lips ya's was lookin' at, Miss Chitchat; each stud resonates to a particular cord. Depending on the tone and pitch, they vibrate softly or strongly. So, if you're musically inclined, you can literally make her feel the music." "Can I try?" begged Chitchat.Chitchat Reina handed her the device. Chitchat placed it on her lap and played a simple song she remembered growing up. Avu mewed and whined, jerking and twisting to the pleasure dancing through her nerves as the notes soared and dipped with the melody. Her body was the orchestra, and Chitchatt was the conductor. The song Chitchat chose was something you might hear at a tavern -- something with a quick tempo that caused Avu several body-clenching orgasms back to back. The song was only a minute long. With a flourish of her hands over the cords, she caused Avu to give one more short, erratic squirt before her body went limp, exhausted, and soaked with sweat. "Sorry, I kinda got carried away. Was that too much?" the ratgirl worriedly inquired. "Nah, she'll be fine. Though, maybe should have eased her into it first," snickered her cousin. "I should probably put a warning on it, for first-timers, about the intensity." "Dinner AND entertainment!" Azalea expressed, swallowing the last remnants. "He tasted pretty good." "Careful! Herd-mate might make you run laps around the back of the wagon if you get too heavy." Azalea stuck out her tongue playfully. "I think it should be hardened enough," Eitri pronounced while tapping the plaster lightly. She carefully lifted the top half. "Perfect separating! Look, you can see all his unique details." The girls looked at the impeccable inverted recreation. Its knot, shaft, and head all exhibited the minute veins accurately. Waving her hands around the mold, Eitri stated, "That pretty much sums up the process. I will make a clay copy later and recreate the mold out of brass, so it can be reused." "Thank you for showing us. That was fascinating!" Azalea cheered. "My pleasure." "And I know you can't hear me, Mr. Wolfman, but thank you for the snack," she praised, kissing the tip. "And thank you, Miss Chitchat, for playing with Avu. She gets bored when I'm working sometimes." "Mmmmpphfffmmph." "What's that? You want to give one to each girl? She wants to give each of you a present. Friendship assplugs." "Eh?" Reina and Chitchat replied in unison. "We'd be glad to accept them," beamed Azalea. "I don't know about this." fretted Reina. "Please, Rei-Rei. It's free and a present!" "Do we really need that level of friendship, though?" "Yes! It's a physical manifestation of our friendship!" Reina sighed. "Fine, " "Yay! Chitchat can go first." "Oh, no; you need not concern yourself with me. I doubt I'll even see you after tod, !" Azalea was already dragging her by the arm to a table where Eitri stood waiting with a multi-pronged measuring instrument. "We are totally gonna be friends from today onwards!" "I can't believe I'm doing this," Chitchat muttered. 'Calm down Chitchat. Just think of the money and all the food you can buy after you bleed these fools dry.' She separated the two belts that covered her intimates and lifted her cloak. Leaning low against the wall, she stuck her ass out. Azalea floated lower for a better view. "Look how cute and pink your anus is, Chitchat!" "That's not something I want to hear," she retorted with a red face. Eitri coated the pronged device with oil and carefully inserted it, making Chitchat clench her teeth, feeling herself opening before everyone's eyes. Eitri jotted down the measurement. "About average," she noted. "Next." Chitchat hurriedly covered herself as Azalea took her place. "Me!" Azalea sang, landing on the table and waving her rear at the bemused goblin. "Hmm, gonna need a super tiny one for you." Upon getting Azalea's measurements, she pointed out, "Color me surprised! You sure can stretch for someone so small." "Thank you! Training myself to be the best cock-sleeve I can!" Reina stepped forward. "I guess I'm last." "I'm dying to know how wide Reina is gonna be!" Azalea wondered. "Don't make me rethink this, Azalea." Eitri brought out a giant version of the probe. "Rarely get girls as big as you, so I don't use this one often. ready? I'm putting it in." Reina felt the three prongs enter her and start to expand. Eitra wrote down the numbers. "Despite being scaled up, yours is actually fairly average as well. Should take me about an hour for Reina's and Azalea's. Fortunately, I think I have one for Miss Chitchat's size already made up." Upon completion, she presented all three assplugs on a tray. Reina's dwarfed the other two. "Here you go. Three assplugs with a layer of silver over a brass core, and I embedded yellow citrine on the end to denote friendship between you all. Ready to try'em?" "Me first! Me first!" Azalea yelled with her usual excitement. She landed on her hands and knees on the work table. Spreading her cheeks, she stated, "Just stuff it in." Eitri applied some oil and pushed. Azalea hugged herself. "That's nice. Love that full feeling!" Chitchat had hers inserted next. "This feels; weird, " "Good weird or bad weird?" asked Azalea. "It doesn't hurt, but it definitely doesn't feel as good as you made it look." "You'll get used to it!'' The fae consoled as she rubbed the ratgirl's ass cheeks. "Reina's next. Can I put it in? Can I, Reina!?" "You're way too excited about all this." "Of course I am. My first time shopping for things with friends!" "Well, as long as your happy. Go ahead." Reina swung her tail aside and presented her ass. "Careful, it's heavy." Eitri handed it over, making sure Azalea had a good grip on it. "Let's put a generous amount of oil on." Azalea placed the tip against the Whitehorn's anus. "Ready? I'm pushing it in now." Bracing her shoulder against the base, she shoved, fluttering her wings vigorously. With some grunting and straining, she managed to push the widest part past Reina's tight muscle. Soon after, they both felt it slide in, firmly lodging in place. Azalea floated back to admire the accessory. "I can only imagine what that size must feel like." "Let's keep it that way. I don't care how much stretching you do. You're not fitting this in you." "I know, I know. How's it feel?" "I think I could grow to like it," Reina commented with closed eyes. "Glad you girls like 'em. Azalea, could you come over here for a second? I want to tell you something." Eitri whispered something into her ear, bringing a worrying smile to her lips. "We should be heading to the seamstress now, Azalea," reminded Reina. "Yes, off we go! Thank you, Eitri, Avu! I had so much fun!" Azalea raved. "Hope you see you girls back again sometime." Eitri walked the friends to the front door. To be continued in part 9, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.
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Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Relax into the quiet, Set the day aside. Close your eyes and focus on you, On the rest you truly need. PAUSE… Imagine a healthy, perfect leaf, Floating on the breeze. Any type, any shape, any size will do, Its beauty yours to define. PAUSE… Perhaps it's a lovely maple leaf, Its shape reminiscent of a star. Or a gorgeous oak leaf, wide and graceful, With curves like river bends. PAUSE… Perhaps your leaf is young and tender, Green and vibrant, silky to the touch. Or maybe you're seeing a vivid fall leaf, A flash of dazzling color. PAUSE… Think about where your leaf has been, The sights it may have seen. Imagine the view of life from the air, The feel of gliding on the wind. PAUSE… Your leaf may be one of many, Part of a soaring team. Or it may be drifting on its own, Happy to follow the breeze's whim. PAUSE… Your leaf is like no other, Even though it resembles the rest. If you look closely at its edges and arcs, You see its special quirks. Use your breath to sink deeper into peace, to feel as free as that leaf. Imagine yourself with no restrictions or worries, the breeze your only guide. LONG PAUSE… Now that you have a leaf in mind, Let your thoughts turn to its tree. Even when floating on the wind, It's tied to where it began. PAUSE… Whether that tree is near or far, The connection always remains. The leaf is part of a family, A history rising up from a common seed. PAUSE… From small beginnings, a vast tree grows, Adding branches throughout the years. The leaf is proof of the tree's dedication, Its determination to survive. PAUSE… No matter which branch it stems from, The leaf is part of the whole. It may not be sure where it's heading, But it always knows where it belongs. PAUSE… Think about how you're like that leaf, Singular and yet one of many. A beautiful, strong free spirit, Carrying the potential of countless others. PAUSE… Or perhaps you're still attached to your tree, Fluttering softly on your branch. Providing shade and oxygen, To take care of all those below. PAUSE… It's easy to feel like leaves are too small, To do much on their own, But when energies align for the greater good, Each piece of the whole has meaning. PAUSE… So whether you're off making your own way, Or you're sticking closer to the tree, You'll always be part of where you started, Always tied to your true home. As you inhale, try to feel your connections, the ties that make you who you are. As you exhale, think of what your spirit adds, how your strength supports those bonds. LONG PAUSE… Let those thoughts add to your peace, Let them fill you with confidence and grace. Just like the tree you come from, Your life has purpose and power. PAUSE… Long before you came into being, Nature's plan was set. You are a part of that intention, And when the time is right, you'll act. PAUSE… For now, accept that you matter, That your existence was by design. Let the weight of that knowledge make your heart smile, Let it make your spirits rise. PAUSE… Each of us has a destiny, A path we're meant to follow. But like the leaf set upon the wind, Only our beginnings are pre-determined. PAUSE… We're given an origin story, A history to which we're tethered. Then, either by choice or chance, We're free to plot our own course. PAUSE… No one decision is better than another. Each one offers new possibilities. The key is to choose what's right for you, And to ignore what others demand. PAUSE…
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Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Relax into the quiet, Set the day aside. Close your eyes and focus on you, On the rest you truly need. PAUSE… Imagine a healthy, perfect leaf, Floating on the breeze. Any type, any shape, any size will do, Its beauty yours to define. PAUSE… Perhaps it's a lovely maple leaf, Its shape reminiscent of a star. Or a gorgeous oak leaf, wide and graceful, With curves like river bends. PAUSE… Perhaps your leaf is young and tender, Green and vibrant, silky to the touch. Or maybe you're seeing a vivid fall leaf, A flash of dazzling color. PAUSE… Think about where your leaf has been, The sights it may have seen. Imagine the view of life from the air, The feel of gliding on the wind. PAUSE… Your leaf may be one of many, Part of a soaring team. Or it may be drifting on its own, Happy to follow the breeze's whim. PAUSE… Your leaf is like no other, Even though it resembles the rest. If you look closely at its edges and arcs, You see its special quirks. Use your breath to sink deeper into peace, to feel as free as that leaf. Imagine yourself with no restrictions or worries, the breeze your only guide. LONG PAUSE… Now that you have a leaf in mind, Let your thoughts turn to its tree. Even when floating on the wind, It's tied to where it began. PAUSE… Whether that tree is near or far, The connection always remains. The leaf is part of a family, A history rising up from a common seed. PAUSE… From small beginnings, a vast tree grows, Adding branches throughout the years. The leaf is proof of the tree's dedication, Its determination to survive. PAUSE… No matter which branch it stems from, The leaf is part of the whole. It may not be sure where it's heading, But it always knows where it belongs. PAUSE… Think about how you're like that leaf, Singular and yet one of many. A beautiful, strong free spirit, Carrying the potential of countless others. PAUSE… Or perhaps you're still attached to your tree, Fluttering softly on your branch. Providing shade and oxygen, To take care of all those below. PAUSE… It's easy to feel like leaves are too small, To do much on their own, But when energies align for the greater good, Each piece of the whole has meaning. PAUSE… So whether you're off making your own way, Or you're sticking closer to the tree, You'll always be part of where you started, Always tied to your true home. As you inhale, try to feel your connections, the ties that make you who you are. As you exhale, think of what your spirit adds, how your strength supports those bonds. LONG PAUSE… Let those thoughts add to your peace, Let them fill you with confidence and grace. Just like the tree you come from, Your life has purpose and power. PAUSE… Long before you came into being, Nature's plan was set. You are a part of that intention, And when the time is right, you'll act. PAUSE… For now, accept that you matter, That your existence was by design. Let the weight of that knowledge make your heart smile, Let it make your spirits rise. PAUSE… Each of us has a destiny, A path we're meant to follow. But like the leaf set upon the wind, Only our beginnings are pre-determined. PAUSE… We're given an origin story, A history to which we're tethered. Then, either by choice or chance, We're free to plot our own course. PAUSE… No one decision is better than another. Each one offers new possibilities. The key is to choose what's right for you, And to ignore what others demand. PAUSE…
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Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Relax into the quiet, Set the day aside. Close your eyes and focus on you, On the rest you truly need. PAUSE… Imagine a healthy, perfect leaf, Floating on the breeze. Any type, any shape, any size will do, Its beauty yours to define. PAUSE… Perhaps it's a lovely maple leaf, Its shape reminiscent of a star. Or a gorgeous oak leaf, wide and graceful, With curves like river bends. PAUSE… Perhaps your leaf is young and tender, Green and vibrant, silky to the touch. Or maybe you're seeing a vivid fall leaf, A flash of dazzling color. PAUSE… Think about where your leaf has been, The sights it may have seen. Imagine the view of life from the air, The feel of gliding on the wind. PAUSE… Your leaf may be one of many, Part of a soaring team. Or it may be drifting on its own, Happy to follow the breeze's whim. PAUSE… Your leaf is like no other, Even though it resembles the rest. If you look closely at its edges and arcs, You see its special quirks. Use your breath to sink deeper into peace, to feel as free as that leaf. Imagine yourself with no restrictions or worries, the breeze your only guide. LONG PAUSE… Now that you have a leaf in mind, Let your thoughts turn to its tree. Even when floating on the wind, It's tied to where it began. PAUSE… Whether that tree is near or far, The connection always remains. The leaf is part of a family, A history rising up from a common seed. PAUSE… From small beginnings, a vast tree grows, Adding branches throughout the years. The leaf is proof of the tree's dedication, Its determination to survive. PAUSE… No matter which branch it stems from, The leaf is part of the whole. It may not be sure where it's heading, But it always knows where it belongs. PAUSE… Think about how you're like that leaf, Singular and yet one of many. A beautiful, strong free spirit, Carrying the potential of countless others. PAUSE… Or perhaps you're still attached to your tree, Fluttering softly on your branch. Providing shade and oxygen, To take care of all those below. PAUSE… It's easy to feel like leaves are too small, To do much on their own, But when energies align for the greater good, Each piece of the whole has meaning. PAUSE… So whether you're off making your own way, Or you're sticking closer to the tree, You'll always be part of where you started, Always tied to your true home. As you inhale, try to feel your connections, the ties that make you who you are. As you exhale, think of what your spirit adds, how your strength supports those bonds. LONG PAUSE… Let those thoughts add to your peace, Let them fill you with confidence and grace. Just like the tree you come from, Your life has purpose and power. PAUSE… Long before you came into being, Nature's plan was set. You are a part of that intention, And when the time is right, you'll act. PAUSE… For now, accept that you matter, That your existence was by design. Let the weight of that knowledge make your heart smile, Let it make your spirits rise. PAUSE… Each of us has a destiny, A path we're meant to follow. But like the leaf set upon the wind, Only our beginnings are pre-determined. PAUSE… We're given an origin story, A history to which we're tethered. Then, either by choice or chance, We're free to plot our own course. PAUSE…
Do you ever get nervous or anxious? Sometimes the toughest thing to do, to overcome your fear, is to just take those first steps forward. Come Adventure With Me is the title track to my brand new album inspired by the 1977 Rankin & Bass film, The Hobbit. You can learn all about it today on Pub Songs & Stories #281 0:20 - Marc Gunn “Selkie's Life” from Come Adventure With Me Learn more about Selkie and Call of the Sea in show #234. 3:57 - WELCOME TO PUB SONGS & STORIES I am Marc Gunn. I'm a Sci F'Irish musician and podcaster living in Atlanta, Georgia. And I compost non-meat scraps. Come Adventure With Me comes out on March 4 If you're new to the show, please subscribe. You can do that PubSong.com or Just send me an email to follow@celtfather. New Poll: What are your favorite songs on Come Adventure With Me? Little River Video of “Wherever I May Roam” New Merch Bundle: CD, Album Pin, Poster and Songbook for $90 Folk on Foot Podcast 7:21 - UPCOMING SHOWS MAR 9: Senoia Beer Company, Senoia, GA @ 7-10 PM MAR 17: Wings Cafe & Tap House, Marietta, GA @ 3-7 PM MAR 23-24: Sherwood Forest Faire, Paige, TX MAR 28: Dragon Con Filk Music Concert w/Brobdingnagian Bards @ 8 PM MAR 30-31: Sherwood Forest Faire, Paige, TX Make sure you check the calendar on the Marc Gunn homepage to see the latest list of performances. 8:47 - Mànran "Crow Flies" from Ùrar 12:04 - JOIN THE CLUB The show is brought to you by my supporters on Patreon. If you enjoy this podcast or my music, please join the Club. You get something new every week. It could be bonus podcasts, downloadable songs, printed sheet music, blogs, or stories from the road. Plus, you'll get access to videos like my Coffee with The Celtfather video concerts. Email follow@celtfather ! If you can't support me financially, just sign up on Patreon for free. Thanks to my Kickstarter supporters: An extra HUGE thanks to Rich & Leslie Maynard, Carol Baril, Emily "dragondoodle" Gaskill, Larry & Sarah-Beth Cook, Les Howard, Sunshine & Navigator Burke, Janine Rinker, Zan Rosin, Vicki Solomon, Thomas Browne, Kris Dobie, CrimsonDraggen, Jason Denen, Kathy Smith, Dell Christy, DW, Tammy Glover, Angela Hughes, Ben Doran, Thul Family, Crab Donkey, Glen Bartram, Rumbly Porter, Carol "Crazy Cat Lady" Donahue, Mike and Sam Cavanaugh, Jan & Jim Czenkusch, Tony & Enzo Lamanna, Jennifer Crispin, Mark Peters, Wendy Erisman, Rie Sheridan Rose, Tracy O'Shea, Kathleen Sloan, Lawrence Lang, James O'Dell, LeighAnn Mott, Kelley Durski. Thank you! 14:04 - THE STORY OF COME ADVENTURE WITH ME 1977 Rankin & Bass film, The Hobbit from In The ‘Verse podcast #2.2 Features Sam Gillogly on violin and Rich Brotherton on guitar The original story behind “Come Adventure With Me” was published on Patreon. First saw The Hobbit in 6th after moving to Texas from Maryland. Inspired my Love of Dungeons & Dragons Story of transformation and overcoming fear. 70's songwriter feel with the minor chord change. Come Adventure With Me Lyrics and music Marc Gunn There's a secret door to a hall unknown Inside are fears that Turn me to stone Do I step forward Or head back home Which is the path for me I raise my head and Take one step more The ground it shakes. I look back to the door Feel like I'm caught and stuck to the floor And so I cut myself free * This world's a treasure that is full of strife Every moment can enrich your life Just face your dragons with the edge of a knife It's a better life you see Come adventure with me. There are ugly goblins doing scary things Deep down in dungeons there are magic rings Live or die with the riddles we bring You'll find your way through the dark My Precious life Has so many memories Fluttering birds, butterflies in trees My home is comfort, comfort is a breeze But there's another way to live So many wars. It's an endless fight To slay our dragons that soar through our night But I'm no coward. I'll do what is right. Before I make my way home. Now I'm back with stories that ring A truth That soars up on eagle wings Let's not forget the songs elves sing Oh the joy that they bring! 25:25 - Marc Gunn “Come Adventure With Me” from Come Adventure With Me 29:54 - CLOSING Thanks for listening to Pub Songs & Stories. This episode was edited by Mitchell Petersen. You can follow and listen to the show on my Patreon or wherever you find podcasts. Sign up to my mailing list to learn more about songs featured in this podcast and discover where I'm performing. Remember. Reduce, reuse, recycle, and think about how you can make a positive impact on your environment. Have fun and sing along at www.pubsong.com! #pubstories #adventurepodcast #thehobbit
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Welcome all to the Greyhorn Pagans Podcast! Tonight I have my beautiful wifey FireFae on the podcast to talk all about the brand she is setting up "Witchy Whispers". What is the idea behind witchy whispers? Why her own brand? Is it still part of the Greyhorn Pagans? Tune in and find out! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/greyhornpagans/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/greyhornpagans/support
Do you love having French vintage bits and bobs all around to remind you of travels in France? Or do you just enjoy a gorgeous French rustic or provincial style to your home? Perhaps you have just a teeny addiction to brocante shopping... Oui? Yep, me too. If like me, you consider packing light for your vacances en France to squeeze in the French fabulousness found at some brocante markets, then this chat is for you. Jane Hotblack owns French vintage ware business "Vintage Etc" and sources pieces from France to sell in Australia. I love the idea of months on end seeking out vintage paintings, kitchen items, furniture or antiques. But for the professional vintage sellers, it's not all swanning around vide-greniers in regional France. This is a serious and competitive business! Tune in to hear Jane's tips on where to go for the best brocante and how to get it back to your home country without breaking the bank!If you're interested in this September's Normandy Retreat mentioned in this episode, email Jane Hiscock for further details: janehiscock@chateaudujonquay.com **Louise Prichard is the host of the Loulabelle's FrancoFiles podcast.**Other Loulabelle's links:FrancoFile Fix on YouTubeLoulabelle's FrancoFiles Spotify Playlist Loulabelle's FrancoFiles InstagramLoulabelle's FrancoFiles website
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Vampire Ground-Finches menace their victims in broad daylight, stabbing holes in their flesh, then devouring the blood. During the dry season, when their usual diet of seeds can be scarce, they turn to large seabirds, like boobies. Fluttering onto a booby's back, the finch jabs its sharp beak in among the feathers until blood flows, making a meal of it. Why boobies tolerate this remains a mystery.More info and transcript at BirdNote.org. Want more BirdNote? Subscribe to our weekly newsletter. Sign up for BirdNote+ to get ad-free listening and other perks. BirdNote is a nonprofit. Your tax-deductible gift makes these shows possible.
Today, I tackle "fluttering paper" and computer clutter on the decluttering series. More at www.bemovingforward.com. My next book writing course through the Johns Hopkins Odyssey program begins Nov. 2nd. Registration info available at linktr.ee/johnlim Books and podcasts available at linktr.ee/johnlim Get The Poshmark Guide for Individuals and Small Businesses -and- The Poshmark Journal for Individuals and Small Businesses Get the Corporate Cliches Adult Coloring Book Get I Am a Professional Metalhead: Audiobook free with Audible trial (affiliate link) / Audiobook on Apple Audiobooks / Paperback or Kindle (affiliate link) Follow us on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn (@Bemovingforward). linktr.ee/johnlim Note: links to Amazon and Audible products are affiliate links through which the author receives a small commission from sales. As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases.
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Jim Rutledge and Alex Strouf are in co-hosting the show with Matt still away golfing in South Carolina. The guys open the show with some Wisconsin comps to Lionel Messi reportedly signing with Inter Miami of the MLS. Then, they discuss the reports about Jordan Love's passing struggles at OTAs, including an appearance from Jason Wilde. Hour 1 wraps up with an NBA-edition of Minute to Win It.
Season 15 Episode 9 of Monsters Among Us Podcast, true paranormal stories of ghosts, cryptids, UFOs and more, told by the witnesses themselves.SHOW NOTES:Tonight's Sponsor - BetterHelp - Visit BetterHelp.com/monstersamongus for 10% off your first month of professional online therapy. Coupon code: MONSTERSAMONGUSTonight's Sponsor - Green Chef - For 60% off and free shipping, visit GreenChef.com/monstersamongus60 and use code monstersamongus60 For ad-free, extended & bonus episodes, support MAU on Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/monstersamonguspodcastNEW MERCH in the MAU Merch Shop - http://www.monstersamonguspodcast.com/shopRock Apes - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpNxWxSHDoAHairy Women of Klipknocky Sign - https://www.hmdb.org/m.asp?m=127569Pyramid Hot Air Balloon 1 - https://ic.pics.livejournal.com/trailer_spot/3524807/159657/159657_original.jpgPyramid Hot Air Balloon 2 - http://www.skychariot.com/tetconst.htmlPyramid Hot Air Balloon 3 - https://www.rockymountainhotair.com/images/TetRedRocks2.jpgDrumming EVP - https://www.ksat.com/holidays/2016/10/24/apparitions-phantom-drum-beats-encountered-inside-city-park/Mexican Fairy Article - https://www.charismanews.com/opinion/58757-what-is-that-could-this-bizarre-winged-creature-be-a-fairy-an-alien-or-a-locust-from-the-book-of-revelationMexican Fairy Documentary - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzcokE2EBWgFairy identified - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zjogY5FwuU&t=149sMusic from tonight's episode:https://www.youtube.com/@IronCthulhuApocalypsehttps://www.youtube.com/@co.agmusic1823https://www.youtube.com/@WhiteBatAudio/featuredThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5659196/advertisement
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
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