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So Close, And Yet, So Alone. Part 1
A sequel to... It had been nearly a year since Nestor had continued his education with The Conclave of Alchemists in the city of North Pomme. Tinka had found herself a nice position within The Conclave too; functioning as a sort of ambassador between the alchemists and the beings of the woods. She had certain protections in both places in both of her forms, and enjoyed the level of freedom and responsibility offered to her. She was a selkie of simple means and the Conclave appreciated the work she did. They let her keep a robe and her pelt in the garden shed under enchantment lock as she needed. Most of the time she didn't lock it. She had already scared off most of the student alchemists with her behaviors and Nestor only confirmed more disturbing rumors about her. Most selkies were considered desirable, sexy creatures; after the last year, most people looked at Tinka like demon to be respected and not insulted. Tinka and Nestor were bonded by blood, but the fun game of respect and a little fear among The Conclave went both ways. Nestor had developed an aggressive attitude about his spot in the laboratories, a favorite spot in the library, and the rumor on how he was admitted was never made clear to anyone. For this, he became known as 'The Cruel.' When people saw the pair in the Conclave, they would part in their path for them, even if they were laughing and joking. It was a wonderful change of pace from the years of skittish fear she had lived in for years in her deer form in the woods.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Fiction
Renaissance Festival War Stories Aug 28/29, 2021
Weekend 2 Aug 28/29, 2021 At the end of the day Saturday, I found the young gentleman artist who drew the riddlers last week. Turns out, he's apprenticing with another artist at fest. He says she captures the soul like no one else and he's hoping to learn how to do what she does as well. I tell him that what he did and showed us last week was so special and touching to me and gave him a four-leafed clover. It was an honor to be his subject. He said we are a great group to use to learn from because we are both animated on stage, and we don't move from our spots much, so we work well as drawing subjects. Kicking myself for not getting his name. Now that I know where to find him, I certainly will next week.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Humans
Tales of Bette: Radioactive Child
Tales of Bette: The All-Night Graduation Party. Raymond and Company. June 1, 2004. An Excerpt... "I wanna tell you how sexy you looked doing the 'Lady Marmalade' dance at prom. Last year too. I threw a dollar. I don't think you saw," Raymond said confidently.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Bette: Reunited 2020 Part 4
Continued from Part 3 November 26, 2020 It had been over a month since Bette and Mark reunited in person and saw each other in person for the first time in 16 years. After saying 'I love you,' and meeting his ex-wife Shannon and children over a video call on the same day, they both knew things were serious. He introduced Bette as someone 'very special.' Even Shannon recognized Bette by history and reputation of Mark's past. Shannon was happy for them.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Filthy
So Close, And Yet, So What?
...Continued from It was a cool autumn morning, Tinka woke feeling the dew on her fur as she woke. She blinked away the sleepiness from her eyes and yawned. As her eyes came into focus and the light streamed through the shrubs, the folded note in front of her was clear. Nestor. At least he didn't put it in an envelope this time. She pushed the note open and read it.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Fiction
Renaissance Festival War Stories 2021. The Lost Scrolls.
When you're a cast member at the renaissance festival, you make the show for people. But sometimes, you meet rock stars. It was early in the season, second weekend I think. I was taking a break and I go to my friend Tara's shop. She makes and sells reasonably priced jewelry and accessories. There's a man in there who looks familiar, we walk out around the same time and I say something like, "I know you. Musical Blades, right?"
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Humans
Renaissance Festival War Stories Sept 25/26, 2021
It's the sixth weekend of the festival season. I am getting tired. My voice was strained badly leading into this week. I had to explain to my callers that I had laryngitis again and again. It's embarrassing, and I am not easily embarrassed. I was ill (in a non-contagious way) on Thursday and Friday and had terrible sleep before the weekend and was worried about being my best for the weekend. No, not even my best, just exist for the weekend. As tired as I am, as much as I am missing my husband, who doesn't work or play at the festival, it would still break my heart to miss out on it due to illness.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Humans
