Wine, Venison, and Homecoming
At the Marmaduke homestead, Matt juggles venison, wine, and family as T’mari teases, Angelina laughs, and T’monn arrives to a table already full.
At the Marmaduke homestead, Matt juggles venison, wine, and family as T’mari teases, Angelina laughs, and T’monn arrives to a table already full.
On a Missouri backroad, Matt Marmaduke and T’mari face blood, banter, and an unexpected deer strike—proving love endures even in the mess.
Matt Marmaduke summons Calvas Win for an unexpected job interview—pizza, trust, and a future as chief of intelligence for the Freehold and the V’ren.
In the Homestead sitting room, Mall shares memories of Tw’shen as Polly reaches for friendship, bridging human and V’ren worlds with quiet honesty.
The morning after the gala finds Matt and T’mari navigating groceries, grilled cheese, and a growing sense of shared future. She’s taking over his kitchen, he’s offering her his home—and together, they’re redefining what it means to move forward without erasing the past.
At a university gala in Columbia, Matt dons a barong to honor his roots, while T’mari navigates the politics of academia with poise, charm—and a hidden plan to earn her doctorate in first contact protocols before Matt finds out.
In a quiet Columbia morning, Matt and T’mari trade heat for humor, coffee for memory, and a cultural breakfast for a light-hearted war on tradition. It’s not the Freehold—but it might just be home.
As Angelina lays down Freehold expectations, Mall finds herself not just welcomed—but claimed—as an apprentice in the tradition of V’ren mentorship, officially beginning her path as a L’erin under M’resta Angelina.
Date: June 8, 2440 Time: 5:45 AM “I would have made coffee, but don’t know how,” L’tani said when she
Storms roll in as Matt and T’mari retreat for the evening—into comfort, confession, and connection. Between shared ribs, remembered ghosts, and one stubborn bobcat, they lay the foundations of a life lived forward. If intimacy is a form of governance, this is one of Matt’s most honest acts of rule.
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Explore the ancient beacon network left by the Progenitors—sleek, self-maintaining nodes that span centuries, and their salvaged counterparts, clunky yet durable, still lining the slow lanes of interstellar space. This post charts message delays from lunar impulses to the distant Galactic Core, revealing how centuries of wear have woven a patchwork of fast trunks and dusty spokes across the galaxy.