Sunday, September 7

Orbit - n.

1. the curved path, usually elliptical, described by a planet, satellite, spaceship, etc., around a celestial body, as the sun.
2. the usual course of one's life or range of one's activities.
3. the sphere of power or influence, as of a nation or person: a small nation in the Russian orbit.

It is the second definition I write about in this instance. Last evening I met a new arrival from Europa that was the center of the orbit of other beings known as Geisterdamen, yet she had no understanding of why this was so and urgently wished for a solution.

So devoid of freewill are they that they can't choose a flavor of ice cream without consulting her first.

My son Ash has been drawn closer into the orbit of Baron Wulfenbach. At a recent meeting he was appointed Liason to Steeltopia.

I am proud of him. He is an excellent choice. He is always direct in his dealings. The hidden temptations that Humans deal with every day are simply beyond his understanding, making him all but incorruptible. He is only beginning to understand concepts such as subtext and sarcasm, so any messages between rulers will be delivered without the distortion of personal interpretation.

Then there is my daughter Gematria. Her orbit has broken free of the vampire Aleister, yet she remains in Winterfell. Her orbit has stabilized. She has a reliable source of nourishment that no longer involves hunting live prey. As Hostess and Bartender she has become literally the Doll of Novem. She gets the most interesting customers.

EH? What's this? An emergency transmission? *sigh* I'll continue later.

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