Back where the sea meets the ground
I spent most of my day baking honeycakes with my mother, but I also spent a portion of my day discussing fanfiction on the internet, and I am therefore delighted to report that my niece has reached the stage of investment in How to Train Your Dragon where she has declared that she and Hiccup have taken each other's last names. Her parents have gently put it to her that first grade may be a little early for marriage, but she is adamant. It is unclear as yet if she is also married to Astrid, but she has firm opinions about the kind of dragon she rides. I should start figuring out now what dragon-related thing I can give her for her birthday. She is not quite reading at a level where I could just deluge her with books, although I am told she enjoys having books read to her that she can't yet read herself. Recently she asked my mother if a children's fantasy was real and my mother answered that the people are a story, but the ways they feel are real. I like that wording very much. I remember few self-inserts from my own childhood, but I famously put myself into the Chronicles of Prydain as the daughter of Arawn and Achren, the princess of the underworld, fostered with the triple goddess in the Marshes of Morva. My self-esteem was a lot healthier then. That said, I had a day of not feeling terrible about the aesthetics of my physical embodiment, so
spatch took a picture.



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You look beautiful in the photo!
Also, you were so cool to place yourself in that manner into the Prydain chronicles. When I was reading them, I hadn't yet intuited the power (and emotional truth) of choosing such an ambiguous lineage on the D&D alignment scale. I took the most crippling straight-edge characters and wanted to be them (but in my own gender)--so, a female Adaon or a female Gwydion. (This abruptly ended in adolescence.)
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Also, you and Sir Fabulous look lovely!
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That's a lovely picture. I always enjoy your face.
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That is very well-phrased, thank you! I may steal it.
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There were dragons in quite a few BBC children's programmes when I was a kid, Noggin the Nog, Ivor the Engine, and The Clangers (that one had the Soup Dragon). The first two did have books to go with them, but a quick google tells me that if I want Noggin the Nog books - the ones I definitely remember reading - then you're looking at £60 for a complete boxed set, which is clearly targeting the nostalgia market, not the kid market. Ivor the Engine seems to have had a more recent run of reprints for actual kids, but availability in the US is likely problematical (and the dragons in both Ivor and Noggin were occasional guest stars rather than series regulars). Apparently The Clangers had a 2016 revival that did get a US release, but rather than Michael Palin narrating, they substituted William Shatner - what were they thinking!
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The Kids These Days seem strong on the dragon front, which I enjoy.
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I like that she asked, and I love your mother's reply.
That is a lovely photo!
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I've been reading Dealing With Dragons to an eight-year-old who has been thrilled every time dragon society challenges the idea of fixed gender or gender-based roles. It felt very sensible back when I was a kid, so I'm relieved it's held up.
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I am glad you are sometimes able to perceive your loveliness :-)
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I particularly like that you can see the actual hue of your eyes in this picture; they tend to photograph lighter and less emphatic than they are.
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That's a lovely way to hold onto the value of identifying with a story.
Well, that's magnificent.
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