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Hestia is a Confused Cat Against Feminism!

(Wow, she was tiny then. She still gives us that look, though.)
I spent this afternoon at the Fluff Festival in Union Square with
gaudior,
rushthatspeaks, and
jinian. I had chocolate ice cream made with marshmallow fluff and a butterscotch-and-pretzel-dipped marshmallow the size of a tea mug on a stick. I fully believe this to be the greatest amount of marshmallow I have eaten at any one time in my life. Now I am trying to turn a dream I had last night into a story, which may or may not work. It was ahistorical in ways that will either require research or the local equivalent of an Alexander romance. My brain seems to present me with nothing simple these days, even when I'm asleep. A poem one of these days would be nice.

(Wow, she was tiny then. She still gives us that look, though.)
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...and when you woke up, your pillow was missing!!
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The lime green feathers are the cats' fault. Nobody would stuff a pillow with that glare.
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Oh?
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So two nights ago
It turned out slightly longer. The part that made me happy was remembering that Alexander had a sister who was trained in war: Kynnane or Kynna (Kυννάνη, Κύννα), daughter of Philip's first wife Audate—called after her marriage Eurydike, after Philip's mother—was half-Illyrian and raised according to the customs of her mother's people, where women were full participants in politics and war. Before her marriage, Kynnane famously accompanied her father on campaign against the Illyrians and herself killed their queen, Kaeria, before routing their army. Once married to Philip's nephew Amyntas (executed by Alexander in 336 BCE), she raised her daughter in the same tradition, military training included. Both of them are strange, serious contenders in the Wars of the Successors; Mary Renault in Funeral Games (1981) does not do either of them justice. Kynnane brought a mercenary army with her when she crossed into Asia to find Philip Arrhidaios and marry him to her daughter. That same daughter Adeia—who later took the name Eurydike, positioning herself as the next generation of the dynasty—twice swayed the Macedonian army to her side and only failed a third time because she was facing Olympias. She did marry Arrhidaios. They both ended up dead, but so did pretty much everyone in the Argead dynasty, so the degree to which Kynnane and Adeia succeeded in their bid for empire, starting as far from the center of power as they did, is really not unimpressive.
So the protagonist of the story is Kynnane, daughter of Philip and Audate, raised like the royal Illyrian warrior she would have been in her mother's country, and I remixed everything else. She gets some of Alexander's exploits, others are fictitious, the timeline is shuffled so that she can be married to people she wouldn't otherwise have met, it is obviously not our history because she has two wives and a husband, the goddess ‘Aštart is there because of Tyre and queerness. I hope it is not full of unnoticed cultural fail. I'll send it to you if you like. It's still relatively short.
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It was completely goofy and sincere in appropriate measures!
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Nine
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She is a dangerous and excellent cat.
[edit] I am out of patience with LJ and its shiny new inability to employ other icons in comments. What the hell is causing this? Is it because I'm still not using their appalling new tablet-friendly style?