Log 5.32: Fireside


It was late at night, and Fennel Wolff, middle child of the three 6th-generation heirs hopeful to his legacy family, sat alone by the campfire he’d constructed on the back of the property.


As he watched the little embers jump and dance in the moonlight, he turned his roasting stick slowly, careful to evenly heat each side of his skewered harvest over the flames.

It was a bit like making popcorn – when the crackle and hiss started to fade, he knew it was just about ready. Fennel straightened up, gathering resolve for the next step of the task ahead.

He was going to have to eat the things.


In his quest to become a true outdoorsman, Fennel had already done a lot of things that gentler folk might turn away from. He’d crawled into dark and brambled tunnels, nibbled toxic shrooms, been covered head to toe in an itchy, burning rash, and now, he was about to dine on roasted beetles for the first time.


Being of a scientific mind, he understood the good sense in eating these abundant, high-protein morsels. But there was still something a little unsettling about feasting on critters he’d seen scurrying around just moments prior. Imagining actually crunching down on one – popping the juicy, now-swollen carcass between his strong molars, tasting the tang of whatever organs the insect was possessed of as they emptied into his mouth – that was a bit gross, even for him.

There’s no way past but through, he thought. And he took a bite.


The texture proved a bit unpleasant, as imagined. But they didn’t taste all that bad.

. . .

Inside the house, his 2-minutes-older twin sister Forsythia was working on a skill she’d been teaching herself.


Well, she’d been trying to teach herself, anyway.


Soon she would be old enough to pursue her true calling and join the Comedian career. But for now, having another skill she could employ while she hung out at the club seemed smart. That way if some chump was hogging the mic she could maybe pick up some tips working the bar.


Yeah, she needed some practice yet, but Mixology wasn’t Rocket Science – she knew she’d get it eventually.


Besides, most folks didn’t complain about the drinks as long as there was enough juice in the cup. And she looked pretty damned cool behind the bar.


. . .

And then there was Freesia.


A girl whose aloof manner belies an inner need for belonging (or at least, a strong compulsion for social activity), Freesia has no shortage of acquaintances and friends.

“My dad says that one is a satellite.”

Watching her interact with the other children is weird. She builds relationships quickly, but doesn’t seem very concerned with keeping them. Somewhere midway she detaches and takes on a conductor role – you can imagine she’s talking them into all sorts of interesting, potentially unwise things.

“Well, okay.. I guess one drink wouldn’t hurt..”

The one exception to all this strange detachment is Ace Sloan, whose mother Reagan moved from a world filled with intrigue and danger to ours to find that her prior life as a maid had left her uniquely suited for the mundane pleasures of family life. I find Reagan to be quite magical, and she has a really great kid.


It often seems that certain of my sims can sense my regard for other sims. Or maybe it’s just that I pay more attention to those and my overactive imagination fills in the blanks. Either way, something was up with Freesia and the Sloans.

Ace got under Freesia’s skin somehow.

What is HE doing on my footpath?!

They have these little push-and-give challenges, where it looks like Freesia’s being stubborn and jerky and is eventually won over by her little friend’s refusal to give credence to her flaws.

“Another unwashed townie walking past MY house!?”
"I did it pretty good, right?"
“Was I pretty close?”

It’s cute as hell.

For some reason, us ingrates are just drawn to you.
“For some reason, us unwashed townies are just drawn to you legacy brats.”
. . .
“You could have some razor wire installed around the perimeter. My dad knows a guy if you’re interested.”
Why doesn’t my death stare work on this plumhead?

I try not to wish for things, not for myself or for those I care for. Something about skipping all the steps – of coming right out and requesting a thing – makes me feel like I’m cheating on a test of faith, or humility or something. But if I were on my death bed and needed to shout out a final plea for those left behind, and there was no risk of it going bad, monkey’s-paw like, it might be for this: that you would have just one steadfast friend who sees good in you even when you’re kind of being an ass.

"I dunno. You might hurt yourself climbing over if I did that."
“I dunno. You might hurt yourself climbing over if I did that.”

Someone to be your best friend, forever.

“Who says I’m climbing over? I’ve got wire cutters.”

21 thoughts on “Log 5.32: Fireside

  1. I was so happy to see this post! Freesia’s face when she started giggling after insulting Ace was priceless. I love how they became best friends. And I felt the horror of biting down on those little critters myself, from your description.

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  2. I’m definitely late to the party, but just wanted to stop by and say what an amazing family this is! I loved reading about them all the way from the beginning. And, to echo carewren, these three children are equally wonderful! I like how they all bring something different to the table. 🙂

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  3. PHEW, I JUST got caught up on…this one, Cathytea’s summer camp, and what was the other….*thinks* oh yes the IKEDA legacy!!! Wow such great stories!!! Tbh I am kinda rooting for Freesia cuz she is just like her momma was when Ede was a kid but I love them all!!!! 😎 also thanks for leaving the links in there so I have more reading material at this rate I will be caught up when I’m 80 so cheers!!!

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  4. Yay!!! What a fun update?!? Freesia is adorable and might be my favorite, but no matter who ends up becoming heir, you’ll have a great story to continue.

    Ugh! You’re such a great writer and I love reading your work. 🙂

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  5. Hi!!! I just read your whole legacy thus far in less than 2 days… I couldn’t stop. I love it! I love the sense of character development and the inclusion of all the family members, even the spares. Just, ugh! Love it! I think my favorite subplot was Ede and Malcolm’s lovestory. Malcolm is such a doll. 💗 Anyway I’ve really enjoyed the Wolffe family, and can’t wait for more!

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  6. Aaaand now I’M caught up, too!


    Now to await another foot-dragging writer.

    but now I can have look to resumingMurder Most Plum.

    Nothing like a closed-end, completed story once in a while!

    OK now “Another Day Another Jerk is second in “Lines I Totally Have To Use” to

    “Another unwashed townie walking past MY house!?”

    The game is awash in unwashed townies. BLESS the Cull!

    I skimmed the many replies, so I doubt I’m the first to observe:

    Freesia, The Next Heir!

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