The Tinkerings

"What's a Love Machine?"

 I dont' get it what can be so funny about this sentence.  As a gnome and as an engineer, if you mention a Machine I don't know, I want to know about it.

(( Written on a small sheet of Engineer's Paper. ))

Mela sighed as she sat down at her table in the Golden Leaf and fidgeted. Above her was Anyalena and Sabene, talking about Miss Danae. Meladenya hide her face in her the letter she was writing to Braghman. She felt like she'd done enough easedropping at the Keep, she didn't mean to now, but it was hard to tune out their conversation.

She had waited in her room for weeks now. Her Imp and her Voidwalker going out on there own to get her the various ores and wires she needed, even bringing food knowing Mela would forget that she needed to eat.

No letter had come, no time and no place to meet with Desian, and Meladenya was beinning to worry.

Meladenya sighed and began to pace around the small island. Her mind was trying ot settle onthe words she wanted to say, how to introduce herself and to figure out what had been on Desain's mind when she wrote her last letter.

(( Maybe suggestive themes, but then it does involve a succubi. <.< ))

Meladenya checked her mailbox again and sighed.

No letter again. She was beyond worried. She began going through the variables in her mind.

(( Warning: many Jpegs ahead ))

I had just left Darkshire, on my way to the Lighthouse to meet a friend when I heard her voice.

There was another Boom heard, rolling across the Loch.

Mela looked up from under the table, cautiously looking for signs that the roof would collapse. She sighed and stood up, dusting herself off slowly, now feeling every single ache in her body.

Ears ringing, Head spinning, Rockets booming.

Feeling warm, sitting next to him.

Another Boom shook the side of a cliff in Loch Modan.  Meladenya sighs and began dusting away the fine black power that had settled over herself and her work benches.  She looked around and sighed at the damage;   Three soul shards cracked, 6 cadavores unuseable, and a few of her practise inventions ruined. Talk about a fine day in the lab.