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Something I wrote for my Type A personality candy-making warlock on Moon Guard server, inspired by a battle.net tag broadcast that shows up as the final sentences. In honor of Ann Leckie's Peeps posts.

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"What're these?"

Domme opened her eyes with great reluctance. The day's first rush of customers had hit before she had her morning coffee, and she still wasn't fully awake yet. She'd wanted to rest her eyes before restocking while the coffee brewed.

No such luck.

The speaker was a man in dark robes -- more precisely, he was one of the warlocks who sometimes hung around Silvermoon. Every time Domme had seen he'd been obnoxious, loud, and self-important (which, to her mind, let him fit right in with most of Silvermoon's warlocks.) He pointed at a particular sample tray on Heartjoy's counter.

"An experiment," Domme said. Vanilla marshmallow bodies rolled in colored and flavored sugars. "They're arrakoa." Too many run-ins with Outland's bird-men had led Domme to her own particular kind of vengeance.

The warlock snorted. "Look more like chicks to me. Baby chickens, not girls. You know.. peep-peep-peep?"

Domme waved her hand, conceding the point. She hadn't been able to shape the body or the head right, and knew it. "Whatever. Can I help you?"

"Nah. Just bored." The warlock grinned and grabbed three of the samples. "I'll take these peeps off your hands."

"Have a nice day," Domme said in glacial tones as he walked out the door, laughing.

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He meant to toss them in the trash. On impulse, he bit off the head of the pink one.

Chewy. Sweet. Obnoxiously sweet. Strawberry-flavored with a touch of chocolate -- the eyes,probably. Not bad. Should probably toss it out, anyway.

Instead, the rest of the 'peep' found its way into his mouth, along with its purple (grape) and yellow (snow plum) brethren.

"Ugh." His hands looked like he'd dipped them wet into a sugar bowl. He went to wash his hands.. and rinse out his mouth. Way too sweet.

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"So, got anymore of those peeps?"

Domme stared at the warlock blankly. "Peeps?"

He made an impatient sound. "Those samples yesterday!"

"I'm trying new flavors," Domme said. "They have to sit overnight to stiffen. I'll have more tomorrow." She paused. "For sale."

"For.." The warlock sighed. "Fine. See ya."

True to his implied word, the warlock did show up the following day. And every day after that whenever Domme had a new batch ready. In fact, he was making a nuisance of himself. The new marshmallow candy hadn't caught on as well as Domme had hoped. Contrary to what the warlock thought, she couldn't spend all her time making the 'peeps' for him. Still, it was a chance for her to play with flavoring oils rendered from Outland plants, and some new colorings. She asked what he thought of each batch, and took his comments seriously enough to make notes of changes for later batches.

That was the extent of his usefulness, though. Especially when he complained about her sending a batch to the Outland kiosk instead of saving it for him.

"Look,we're trying to expand our customer base. It's only logical I test-market them there," she said during a pause in his complaint. "Besides, it was the last batch --"

"Last batch?"

"Yes. We're gearing up for the Lunar Festival. I may work on these peeps for Noblegarden, but they're not a priority. I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait."

He stared at her. "You mean I just have to go to Shattrath."

"No, I heard back from Shattrath. Someone bought them all for some Alliance town's inn, Goldswine --"

"Goldshire?"

"Yes, I think that was it." Domme managed not to smirk at his stunned look. "Have a nice day," she trilled as he stalked out the door.

****

Jaiden landed on the roof of the Lion's Pride Inn. Green fel-flames crackled around his hands.

"I'M HERE, GOLDSHIRE! WHERE'S MY PEEPS?!"

RIP Terry Pratchett
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Hey, margdean....
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Peysol circa 1986ish: "The body is a garment."

Shenshen, Elfquest the Final Quest#7: "...a shape is just a shape-- something to wear, like an ornament."

Wendy's been picking your brain.;)
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First Leonard Nimoy
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Now Bertrice Small

Not a good week.

Retconning in EQ's latest editions, or am I having a Senior Moment?
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Does any Elfquest fans out there have the original series #15, or the Starblaze/Donning Book3? I'm wondering if Kureel had his FOAD spiel to the Wolfriders was changed. The panel is when the Gliders fly off from the troll ambush.

My memory says his dialogue is, **But for you, Lord Voll would live. Die with him! We are through with you!" That second sentence isn't in the recent collections, however.
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My book juggling
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Not physically. I'm not coordinated enough.

Right now, I'm reading Literary Women: The Great Writers by Ellen Moers and Myths and Symbols in Pagan Europe by H.R.E Davison. I've got Lynn Abbey's Daughter of the Bright Moon that I may or may not pick up when I finish either of the first two (Steles of the Sky is in the running there, too). And I'm kinda-sorta reading the original Elfquest series again.

I haven't read non-fiction in over a year. I've got quite a few on my shelves that I've never read, and some I want to reread.
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Happy New Year
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I hate Jimi Hencrix.

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Been getting flu shots for years and this is the first time I've had a reaction, ever. Only a sore arm a few days after, but still.

Because it's that time of year
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Cards! Who wants one?

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