Drabble: A Rainy Day

Rain -- or "rain," this is the Neath after all -- patters on the window pane and chill humidity creeps in through cracks and unpatched crevices. Sapho could go out today, but she had almost no sleep last night, and she doesn't particularly want to be dressed in more than one layer or do anything with her hair and who wants to get drenched anyways (never mind that on other days she has laughed and danced in the rain)?

The matter is decided. Sapho adds an arm load of logs to the fire, pulls the davenport close to it and nestles under a heavy comforter with Ivanhoe.

Soon, she is joined by Rumpleteazer, who, in her keen and catly wisdom, understands that what her human needs now is a black scarf. Sapho sets aside her book and induces a rumbling purr with light scratching in Just the Right Spot behind Teazer's left ear. And then, without even realizing it, everyone drifts off into a long, deep, and delicious nap.

Drabble: The Safe Basement or How Captain Ivers Rescued Lady Byron's Bloomers

Sapho climbs up from the basement, sweaty, grimy, tired, and her neck is killing her! How do people go about in these blasted iron hats?! Using both hands, she lifts it off her head (thankfully she has been following Mr Medvedev’s prescribed exercise regime!) and drops it on a nearby table with a substantial THUNK. She shakes off her Spiderchitin Gauntlets, removes the Neathglass Goggles, and finally she pushes damp curls from forehead.

It wasn’t terribly pleasant, that basement expedition, but at least she knows there are no Sorrow Spiders or Spider Councils down there. And she did find those missing black gauze bloomers. How in the Neath did they end up behind the preserves? … Oh, right … Sapho ruefully shakes her head and chuckles.