Happy Thanksgiving!

Can’t we all just get along?

Heather/Jambrea

Discord/Kensana

Brighid/Cindy

Brighid: [adjusting a Cat woman outfit in front of the mirror] So what do you think, Jacks?
 Cindy: That I’m terribly jealous. You look so good in that outfit! What’s the occasion?
 Brighid: Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful! And it’s for the Wicked and Wild Halloween Bash.
 Cindy: OMG, that’s Friday, isn’t it? I haven’t decided on a costume. Maybe a witch…
 Brighid: That’s not a costume for you, darling.
 Cindy: Ha ha ha, funny. Any ideas from the rest of you guys? Heather, Gideon, what are you guys going to wear?

Heather:  I was thinking something naughty.  *giggle* 

Jambrea:  Just how naughty were you thinking Heather?  And Brig, you look FABULOUS! 

Heather:  I don’t know, but just look how naughty Brig looks.  I love it.  I’ll have to think on it a little more.  I can never decided.

Jambrea:  *under her breath*  I know.

Heather:  What was that?

Jambrea: Nothing, nothing.  How about a naughty nurse?

Heather:  Hmmm…I don’t know.  Maybe a naughty devil.  I’ve always wanted horns like Simi. 

Jambrea:  Maybe you should tell them who Simi is.

Heather:  Everybody should know Simi.  She is Ash’s daughter. 

Jambrea:  Not everybody…

Heather:  That’s it…I’m going as Simi!

Jambrea:  I’m sure Sherrilyn Kenyon would be honored.  We should send her pictures.

Heather:  Do you think Simi will come play with us?

Jambrea:  I don’t know Heather.  She is kind of busy.  We can ask.  Gideon, what about you? 

Kensana: As usual you look absolutely fabulous. I’m sorry to say Gideon had some family business on Olympus to take care of but, his Aunt Discord came down to visit today.

Discord: Yes, yes I’m here, but if you ask me, cat suits should be worn by cats and the meek should tread only where they real cats do not play.

Kensana: Discord! You said you’d be nice.

Discord: I am being nice. I called no names, did I?

Kensana: [exhales and rolls eyes] I guess I should be thankful for that. I don’t see how in the world Gideon is related to you. [mumbles] Thank God for the angelic strain.

Discord: [glaring at Kensana] What did you say mortal?

Kensana: Nothing,  nothing. I haven’t decided on a costume yet ladies.

Discord: If you wish, I could change your appearance permanently. [laughs wickedly]

Kensana: [clears throat] Hopefully Gideon won’t be gone long. I’m concerned, very concerned.

Brighid: Yes, I do hope all is good with beautiful Gideon. He didn’t even mention he was leaving. But I’m happy to watch your back until he returns.

Long time no see, Discord. Unfortunately, not long enough. Harm a hair on our precious Kensana’s head and you’ll wish this cat didn’t have claws. Is that clear?

Cindy: Oh snap!

Discord: Ah Brighid darling, I thought I smelled drunken whore. I’d mind that tongue of yours if I were you, cats can be declawed. [waves of lightning cracks from her fingertips]

Kensana: Oh my damn. Something tells me a catfight between goddesses isn’t pretty. Brea, Cindy, Heather we may need to seek shelter.

Heather:  I thought we were talking of costumes. I guess when a name fits it fits.  I do hope Gideon won’t be gone long.  I miss him.

Brighid: No need, darlings. Discord knows better. She couldn’t best me if I had were passed out at her feet. I’m the mother goddess of Ireland and I’ve been sainted by the Christians. How’s that defunct religion, Discordianism, working out for you, love?

Cindy: Now, Brig, it’s not polite to brag. I think it’s time we all simmer down a bit. We just need a little peace, love, and harmony.

Brighid: Oh that’s right! We could us a little harmony. Shall I summon Harmonia, Discord or do you think you can play nice on your own?

Discord: Nothing wrong with a little chaos my dear Brig. The religion is find, just not for the faint of heart I’m afraid.

Kensana: Cindy’s right we all just need to settle down.

Discord: Nonsense! Summon my niece if you wish, I’m curious to see how my brother will feel about that.

Kensana: Ladies there’s really no need to bring Harmonia and Ares into this. We really don’t need to bring Ares into this. Oh God I miss Gideon.

Jambrea:  I agree ladies.  We need to settle down.  Kensi, when will Gideon be back and how long will you have to deal…um…I mean how long with Discord be with you?

Heather:  *pout* Can we call Gideon back?  At least he was fun.

Kensana: [whispers] I’ve tried summoning him, he’s not answering. He must still be with Zeus.

Discord: Listen Fae, you just sit back and be quiet. Grown-up goddesses are talking.

Brighid: Don’t you dare talk to Heather like that, you silly cow. And you know, I thought fat goddesses were supposed to be jolly. I suppose you’ve proven that myth wrong, ey, Discord? Summon whomever you like. You Greeks aren’t the only ones with a pantheon at the ready. Dagda, Balor, and Badb are more than willing to make an appearance.

 

Discord: Did you just call me fat? That’s it, I’ve had enough. Oh it is so on you Irish bitch!

 

Cindy [runs up, huffing and puffing]: I brought someone to make a little peace. Bacchus, can you intervene before these two kill each other and perhaps the rest of us?

 

Bacchus: Ladies, lovely, lovely, ladies. [hands them each a drink] let’s toast to making love, not war. We’re all friends here. There’s no need to declare a divine war. Now come on. Bottom’s up. And then I’ll see about getting both your bottoms up. [laughs at his own joke]

 

Brighid: [downs drink in one gulp] I was just defending Kensi, but if the moody cow over there drops it, I’ll drop it too. But just because you asked, Bacchus.

 

Bacchus: I am forever in your debt, my lovely goddess. And you, Discord, how about a little truce, hmmm? 

 

Discord:  [polishes the drink and tosses the glass] I never intended to hurt her. Gideon would have my head. If the drunken slut can call a truce then I guess I can. Bacchus it’s been a while, why don’t we go somewhere quiet and catch up on old times.

 

Kensana: Oh Cindy thanks for that. Thank God, those two didn’t start throwing blows. There wouldn’t have been anything for Gideon to come home too. 

Family Secrets

Heather/Jambrea

Gideon/Kensana

Brighid/Cindy

 

Gideon: Kensa we need to talk.

Kensana: Oh this can’t be good. [rolls her eyes] What has you so troubled?

Gideon: I’m not sure I want to share the intricate details about my family. They are a bit…eccentric.

Kensana: Eccentric? That’s putting it mildly. We all have family we’d like to hide but what can you do they’re family. I just want everyone to know you a little better.

Gideon: There must be another way. Do they really need to know about my parent’s relationship? And let’s not even start on my Grand-parents. Deities live their lives in a way very different from mortals. Some may not understand. Heather, Brig am I overreacting on this?

Heather:  I don’t think so Gideon. It is pretty private Kensana.  Most mortals really wouldn’t understand how Gods and other deities live.  The Fae are much different in their views and beliefs.  I’m just glad Jambrea hasn’t gotten it into her head to talk about my past.  I REALLY don’t want the hear about my parents…um…well…you know.  *giggle*

Jambrea:  Oh you two!  These kind of stories help mortals to understand your world and who you are.  It is a good thing.  And Heather, I guess you should be nice to me because I have this idea…

Heather:  NOOO!  I’ll just have to keep you busy with Damien, Rafe and Vivian.  Then you won’t have time to think about my parents.

Jambrea:  I’m sorry Gideon, but Kensana really has your best interest at heart.

Heather:  Don’t worry hun, I’ll be over later to help console you.  *giggle*  I’m sure Brig will join us. 

Brig: I’m here! Sorry, my authoress has her head…well, she’s a little preoccupied with her good news, but I’ll let here spill that herself. As for your troubles, Gideon darling, I think you have nothing to worry about. I know gods and goddesses are a little more rambunctious than mortals, but mortals *love* reading about our adventures. You and your family have a dramatic and glorious story. Let Kensana tell it!

Cindy: [peeks in head] Hey guys, sorry my presence is required *ahem* elsewhere, but I thought I’d chime in and say Brighid’s right. You’re story is too delicious to keep to yourself, Gideon.

Brig: Hear, hear. Don’t be shy, Gideon.

Cindy: By the way, Brig. Have you seen the whipped cream?

Brig: I think it rolled under your bed earlier.

Cindy: Thanks! [hurries off]

Kensana: The ladies are right Gideon. Your family is fascinating to mortals. Let me write the story and you guide me. If you have any problems with it, we’ll talk about it. Deal?

Gideon: [sighs] Well you’ve never given me a reason not to trust you. All right, you may continue, but this also opens you to family and over them,…I have no control.

Kensana: I guess I’ll just have to take my chances.

What’s next on the menu?

Heather/Jambrea

Gideon/Kensana

Brighid/Cindy

Kensana: Well Gideon, I’ve finally finished with the edit for Whispers in the Wind. So now we’re in wait mode.

Gideon: Alas dear Kensa, we are not in wait mode. I spoke with Hope today and she was wondering when she and Eric could continue with their case.

Kensana: Oh Gideon I almost forgot. The edits have taken up all of my time. I barely had enough time to get your story done last week. Since I do have to wait until my editor finishes with Whispers we can get busy with Eric and Hope again. That is…if you’re up to it.

Gideon: If I’m up to it. I’m always up my dear authoress. [smiles a devilish grin]

Kensana: Brea, Heather, Cindy and Brig, how are you gals doing?

Heather:  I have two stories and six people all talking to Jambrea at once.  *giggle*

Jambrea:   Yes she does and I think I’m going crazy!  lol  One stories has a wife who lost her husband in the war, but he isn’t as gone as she thinks he is.  He is sticking around because he loves her so much that he just wants to see her happy.  Then his friend enters the picture.  Tell them about the other one Heather.

Heather:  Oh I would love too because this one is just so yummy.  Two bi sexual men decide they want a baby to complete their life, but find out it isn’t just a baby they want, but the baby’s mama too!  It is going to be steamy!

Jambrea:  Now I just need to sit down and see who talks the loudest!  How about you Brig and Cindy?

Brighid: I’m taking it easy on my authoress.  I only have three books I’d like her to work on.

Cindy: Like her to work on? You keep waking me up to write new scenes. And I never know it’ll be for The Wedding Feast, Boundaries, or Desire.

Brighid: Well, at least it’s only one at a time.

Cindy: True, but it’s not easy switching from horror to menage to mythology.

Brighid: Oh come on it’s good exercise.

Cindy: Riiiight. And I’m sure that’s how you mean it.

Brighid: Jacks, of course I do. wink