Last night I drove, for the first time in a really long time, and nobody died. It was quite exciting. Props to Jodi for guiding me through this difficult time and making sure I didn't kill us all in a traffic circle.

I'm trying to set up a wordpress thing with the Godless Romantic (aka Ass of Steel - still grumpy I'm no longer allowed to call him Ass) so we can get all the Wee Yin's up there, but for now I'll give you this little teaser of the description of the Wee Yin. This is all the work of the Godless Romantic so if you've been offended, talk to him :)

Wee Yin was named Wee, for though mighty, she was small of stature and Yin, for she was female. The indefatigable Wee Yin had the peculiarity of having an intense distaste for any that were shorter than her and though she could vanquish foes many times her size, she made it a point to crush underfoot any who dared to be smaller than she. To be fair, she did allow them to leave her presence instead of being pummelled, however she never informed them of their transgression so many were left married to the dust in all their sad innocence.

It must be said that Wee Yin was a nomadic creature. Most of the gods were not. And especially the other Chinese-Scottish ones for as we know, most gods were somewhat traditional and none more than the Chinese, and as for the Scots, well, travelling's not cheap, is it! And though it was quite clear that it was part of her deep nature it is also quite possible that some of her insistence on constant movement came from her decades held as a prisoner by the terrifying Man-Breast of Klona.

Ever since then it was difficult to tie the wee imp down (except through the judicious use of tricky ropes and knots from far away Nippon).

She tended to roam in a curious fashion of frenetic tumbling moves consisting of a series of tightly bound somersaults interspersed with prodigious leaps taking her hundreds of metres long and hundreds high and she would arc back down into more somersaults and then a leap and so forth. This would go on for hours at a time. In this way she would make her way through the land and of course would pass through the ancestral holdings of the other gods most of whom would simply find her a small annoyance, a scant few an affront, and some who would find her a pleasant diversion from their increasingly mundane existence. They enjoyed the palaver, the sharing of news she brought from her other visits, and you might hear the news whether you wished to or not for she was no mean gumflapper.

A little must be said about the speech of the Wee Yin. Though not uncommonly coarse, the Wee Yin was reputed to have one of the least modulated mouths in the land. Not only would she speak of most anything but her curses were both frequent and extraordinary. Though the gods had no real conventions concerning the use of words, she was a little more colorful than most and sometimes, even while doing her tumbling travel, imprecations most foul could be heard flying off from her rolling form. And at certain times, small plants would wither and low flying birds lose consciousness for a few seconds if too near the blue stream. It has been suggested that if the Wee Yin chose, this would be more than just attitude but even a power of some sort.