Drifts of sand pearled at the tips of her bare toes and two moons shone down on her. The small, man-made stream that should-have-irrigated the edges of Arridia, or at least stopped the desert, dripped like dewdrops in winding paths that she sat on the edge of. The sky was clear enough, but the air was drier than she’d felt in a long time. The girl bit down on her nails impatiently, waiting for him to come and whisk her away.
9th Day of Blood Moon, 1425 Nothing about Honvarj was friendly this time of year, Nibra knew that. Everything was dead, frozen, and even fire felt cold. She thought she’d get used to it as she grew, but year after year the same frigid blizzards would sweep the land; she’d have to bundle up by…… Continue reading Before the Snow
The mausk moved deftly along the garden wall, each soft paw silently brushing through the course debris to reach the mansion’s rear wall. It spanned at least four times her height — difficult, but not impossible. Below, two guards wandered, entertaining themselves with quiet whistling and slow walks. Whether they heard her or not was…… Continue reading In Cold Blood
The origin of Tespis
23rd Day of Burning Moon, 1426 Hours after the Forges Ignited The monsters came at the strike of ten, as they always had. And Roenne was awake. Not that she’d slept; but the cozy cushioning of her covers held her in a foggy limbo. At some point she’d collapse from exhaustion, too worried to sleep.…… Continue reading From the Shadows
15th Day of Reap Moon, 1426 Ophelia’s Diary – Maid and Midwife of Leofric Manor Morning – 8:00 Perplexing. Strange things are happening with little Roenne. It’s been months since her father’s disappearance; I thought she was getting better, but if anything, she’s only gotten worse. In the four years I’ve known her, she’s always…… Continue reading In Leofric Manor
“And you never take me anywhere anymore. This one time, I just want-” “Sil Lynn Willclark,” “Father-” “Sil!” Sil looked away, pulling the sleeves of her pajamas down and crossing her arms to announce that she was in fact, annoyed. Her eyebrows lowered as she stared at the large cat on the burgundy sofa in…… Continue reading A Cold Night in Jupe