I'm Chrissey, I'm new here. I'm kind of a Twitter refugee but I've wanted to join for a while and finally took the plunge today.
I'm an author, bookbinder and book cover designer, so a lot of my toots will have a bookish theme, but I also promise pics of my beautiful tortie cats once I figure out the mobile app!
The mushroom ring was drawn in chalk, so I'd thought nothing of it...
As the fae realm drew me in, I tried to remember - was it just local fairy food that I needed to avoid? Was the lunch in my bag safe since I'd brought it with me?
"It worked! It's a human!" exclaimed an excited pixie.
"They-them, please," I blurted instinctively.
"They're a human! Humans exist!"
"Ugh, you won the bet, now let's send them back..." grumped an elf.
The kettle was always the right temperature for the intended beverage, nor did it require fire nor electricity.
Yet it was always cool to the touch. This tended to startle people, especially if they had placed it on a stove and witnessed a typical whistle of steam.
It had been created by a tea-loving wizard, then given as a gift to the wizard's favorite tea-loving Influencer.
It was delivered by raven because the wizard was too chai.
You see, I have this Wolf Shifter series out which is basically adventure/romance (with a HEA) and which follows different members of a family of Wolves (and a pack).
I really dislike the whole Alpha trope, so you won't find anything like that in them. My characters also refused to be watched in bed, so it's not steamy.
The cats milled about the cafe, looking their best and placing their paws up against the window as people walked by, inviting them in for some cuteness and coffee.
A grey cat sat up high in a hammock, surveying her little kingdom.
"Not a single human yet," she grunted, "Purrhaps it's time to change locations."
The cats gathered in a circle, weaving a spell with practiced motions, shifting the shop closer to more cat-lovers.
My trash had been raided again, and the trash-collectors had given me another stern talking to about making their jobs harder, as well as passive-aggressively ignoring my recycling.
I laid down traps, having rejected poison, but it happened again.
Frustrated, I set up a camera to film whatever wild-life was doing this.
I did not expect to capture a young lady in a sparkly tiara and ragged gown with a small army of rats and raccoons.
She shrugged, "Sometimes men need a little magic too."
The scruffy young man looked down at himself, then at the list of tasks he still hadn't completed, after hours, for free, "A little magical help would be nice..."
"To the gala with you, charm some princes, be back by midnight," said the fairy godmother tucking away her wand then pulling on her programmer socks, "I'll finish up here."
As an #author I often assume knowledge that I should ask about. So, here's the ask: As an average person, if you saw a woman in an urban situation with a #wolf (it is a wolf but nobody is saying it is a wolf), would you assume it was a #dog?
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Feel free to comment if you have experience with telling the difference or studying #wolves.