Dancer from the East RW3 Part6Melda continued to weep her sobs were dwarfed by the natural sounds of the jungles, the Cidas birds calling out to each other in the trees above, the ash chewers hissing at their prey as the moss lice chirped from every conceivable nook and cranny. She turned to gather her things, packing up a bunch of supplies scavenged from the storage house of Megihindu by the river, most notably the Vanden leaves which acted as a pest repellant, keeping the moss lice away from her sleeping spot. Other than supplies she also picked up Sal'dir's sword a fine sword of Kressen craftsmanship, one edge was razor sharp and the other was serrated with teeth aboutDancer from the East RW3 Part6
Odinarily MarredHer skin was ivory, pale as a lonely winter's day with a flush of sunlight on her cheeks. She was beautiful, to me at least, they could say what they'd want but I found her the epitome of youthful beauty. I held her to my chest in a protective embrace, feeling her heart which beat like the sound of snow drift: Gentle, quiet, but numerous in number.Odinarily Marred
I was sure that she could feel mine as well, in contrast however mine was thumping like thunder which burst through the sky and shaking my entire being. I felt as if the world could feel my heart, my loud declaration of how she made me feel… But no it was just the two of us who sh
Prisoner -part five- Taron stood at the main gates of the castle, peering through the bars into the grounds. He wasn’t expecting to see a lot - most of the secrets of the castle’s grounds were hidden, as so many good secrets are, though what he was looking for wasn’t something that belonged in such a grand place. And it wasn’t a secret he imagined they wanted to keep. The guards patrolled the grounds, paying him no mind as long as he appeared to pose no threat, not recognising him for who he was, and for a long while they were all he could see. A few faces he recognised, fresh in his mind from thPrisoner -part five-
The Court Magician The tails of her purple robe swirled around Tiilea’s ankles as she strode down the corridor. This was not her usual robe - her usual robe was silver, the uniform robe of the Court Magician, but such attire was not suited to the task she had only recently completed.The Court Magician
She could not deny that nature was beautiful, the heart of everything that was and ever will be, but neither could she deny the grimy imprint it often left on its visitors - the mud that painted her lower legs and the twigs tangled in her dark hair were proof enough of this. Turning a co
Prisoner -part four- “You seem troubled sire,” the maid observed as she brought him in some fresh clothes. “Is something the matter?” “You mean other than the fact that this morning I was a thief, and now I’m suddenly a prince?” Eliroh watched as she placed the clothes on a chair, neatly folded and pressed. The shirt was brightly coloured blue, the kind of colour that would cost a lot for any regular person to even find, and the trousers were a deep, majestic black. It was impossible to tell without handling them, but he was almost certain that they would be made of as rich aPrisoner -part four-
Prisoner -part three- Princess Sephina barely noticed her surroundings, as she walked towards the dining hall. Ever since her encounter with the prisoner in the dungeon, she’d found herself on edge. Could she really have seen what she thought she’d seen? It seemed impossible, yet it had been there, clear as day. She would have liked to discuss this with her parents, but rarely did she see them on busy days such as this, when matters of state were their top priority. But no matter, they would be there for dinner. She could speak to them then. Her mind had been whirling all day. She knew by now that the tortuPrisoner -part three-
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