I have just returned from the Metropolis on the tram. It stops off at the back of the toadstool,almost making it our private mode of transport. Pendragon and I had a wonderful weekend. We spent Saturday walking and window shopping,before returning to Pendragon's one bedroomed toadstool in the Metropolis, where he concocted a veritable evening feast of Italian pasta for us.We had cancelled our dining reservation at the "Stately Galleon" till next weekend,which is Pendragon's birthing day. On Sunday we had an appointment with the Faery dressmaker to try to agree upon designs and fabrics for my betrothal gown. I still have not made a final decision,but have ruled out some designs I don't want. So the process is moving on reasonably satisfactorily. She is a very patient seamstress, who recognises the importance of being comfortable with your choice. It is for one of the most important days of my adult elven life. I am hoping to wear a burgundy gown with white somewhere on it, and I am now favouring more of an Italian Renaissance gown. The designs are very elegant,suit my shape ,and will not make me look like a white powder puff. I intend to carry a white and red rose bouquet,to compliment the gown,my hair styled appropriately with an Italian Renaissance hair cap/veil, probably in red /white. I love dressing up, and long flowing styles suit my pesonality.Pendragon has been making very complimentary noises during our discussions about the dress,even though he has said he would marry me if I was draped in a black rubbish bin liner. We had a very cosy weekend.On Sunday night we dined out at the "Verdant Meadow" on pea and mint soup and filo pastry pies.
He is working late in the Metropolis tonight,doing standby duty at the Metropolis Community Hospital. In a large city there can be many emergencies to be appraised,and sometimes Pendragon has a very busy duty rota. As a Mystic,Philosopher and Healer, he is called to assess the possible emotional damage to patients in certain endangering situations. He will be home tomorrow,for some of my fine cooking, and one of my warmest cuddles.
I have much to do this evening, anyway. I must copy out my final submissions for the two problem parchments which Old Cumberpatch gave me. One is from a young elven maiden, who was living in the Metropolis, but who now has returned home to live with her ageing mother,following her relationship with her boggart boyfriend breaking down. She is trying to piece a new life together,and has been going out with her friends to the city, but to her horror,her mother keeps insisting that she comes too. Mummy dearest has taken to wearing young elven weeds,too low cut,and too short in the knee, and the young maiden is embarrassed,nay mortified.She does not want to hurt her mother's feelings,but she does not know how to handle this. I believe the only way is with complete honesty.Her mother should know better,and the daughter should be able to discuss this quite frankly with her. It is a pity that the young maiden came home in the first place,and she really should consider whether she can make some alternative living arrangements. She had left home ,and has only compromised herself by returning. She needs to have that "mutton dressed as lamb"conversation as soon as possible. The ageing mother is not advancing her own social life by travelling down the wrong entertainment routes. She needs to meet people of her own age and interests. And let her daughter find her own way. This need not lead to diminished relations between them, but honesty and a little courage are called for. The other letter is from an old dwarf who has been a mariner all his life, combing the shores of Brigantia and beyond for lost treasures. He has now retired to a small toadstool apartment in Dingley Dell and wants to know how to make a few friends. Maybe I should put him in touch with the previous letter writer's mother. Maybe not. I have furnished him with a long list of suitable hobbies for strong and sturdy wayfarers, and wished him well. Portamus Cumberpatch will have my copy at the start of his working day tomorrow. And I shall have a few days free before I do it all over again.
May you all have had a great working spurt to the start of your week,my friends, and may the length of your ageing mother's skirts give you no sleepless nights. From Amarantha ,much blessed and much loved ,the diminutive Rainbow Faery.