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.
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
15th Day of the Wolf Moon, 1426 Pistons whirring, heavy metal footsteps on brass floors and deafening whistling all stirred to make up Jupe, the city of progress. Voices and escaping steam lit the background ambiance of the Muris Nebreis, where Mok of House Brestander served tea. The atmosphere had somehow always incorporated hospitality into…… Continue reading The Mubris Nebreis
A brief diary entry from an Aquinian soldier in regards to the Wilds.
Blizzards were notoriously common in Alvkhret, though, in the woman’s twenty years, she’d never been caught in one so fierce. Whilst initially she’d relished being lost in a white blanket of cold, she was realizing now that these crude outlines that made up her hands looked were becoming frostbitten. Vivid images of the blacksmith’s wife…… Continue reading Blizzard’s Haven