Laissez les bon temps rouler…
One thing I really miss is the Cajun squeal Nick always made on Mardi Gras. It’s one of those sounds that goes down your spine like a shredder. The kind that wakes the dead and takes a few centuries off my life. Weird how you can miss something that obnoxious, isn’t it?
And this year was Bas’s first Mardi Gras. Tor went a little overboard with it and he wasn’t exactly happy with her choice of wardrobe for him.
But once the beads started coming, he became an instant fan, especially when Simi started feeding him bbq covered beignets. While I’m getting more used to food, still haven’t quite developed a taste for that specific delicacy.
King Cake, however, is another matter. That was tasty and no one makes a better one than my Soteria. Simi found the baby and then quickly ate it, saying it was the only baby I’d let her ingest.
After dinner, I safely tucked them into Sanctuary and then went hunting. Always a busy time. This year, no exception. The Daimons were out in force and kept us busy. A little trouble with the Dogs. A couple were distracted by the locals and one ended up…
Well, Virgil comes in handy from time to time.