Never had Duscan thought that he would be in the shithouse. Of course, he has, but not with a lady he had taken a fancy to. Perhaps it was ill-fated from the start, that he was the muse and she the artist. Was this her gentle way of letting him down softly? That he no longer amused and...
Somewhere near Astevale Monastery
The sun spilled like honey across the meadow, thick and golden and slow. A breeze stirred the tall grasses, sending ripples through the wildflowers as if the earth itself were breathing. Dragonflies hovered and darted, their wings catching the light in flashes...
Sweetness manifested; an amalgamation of sugar, spice, and everything nice.
Delores Solidad (Soul-eh-dad) is a farmer by legacy and gardener by trade. She spends her time nestled in the solace of Astenvale, helping in whichever ways she can while supporting her husband and child (Apollo & Anwar...
A glance left, a glance right. A long ear bobbed, a shortened ear twitched.
No one in sight. No one he could hear. He blinked, felt his cheeks full with blood. Felt his head hot and abuzz. Stomach tight and giddy with the tension of a nervous laugh. Suppressed it to a pleased little smile.
It...
Today was the beginning of the rest of her life.
How grandiose of a statement for how little fanfare greeted the start of it; the day's idle humming of birdcall hardly did justice to the tumultuous years leading to her arrival at the gates of the Astenvale Monastery. The abode of misfits and...
No one remembered how Parshen had come to reside in Astenvale, or how long he'd been the librarian. He rarely spoke about himself, and rarely needed to. Most who entered his domain saw him not as a mystery, but as an answerer of mysteries.
At his desk, Parshen sat bent over an assortment of...
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