The Shaman's Tale
The chairs were simple barrels that had been too warn to fill with wine again, and had a wool stuffed pillow on top to cushion the bottoms of their visitors.
Hodges Fields: Chapter 2
The sheep packed their wool tents and belongings into the wagons. they dowsed their fires with water and smothered them with dirt.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 13)
"it's rude to comment on a sheep's wool." "it's even ruder to comment on a serval's blood." desmond smirks. "to be fair, the serval blood's owner started it."
Sapphire Transition: Prologue and Chapter 1
When she turned she saw a mass of blue wool dressed in a poncho of frayed leather with metal bracelets around his wrists and long pants with plenty of zippers, a large pack around his shoulder, his eyes obscured by a mess of head wool.
Rukhgert Stern, the griffin. (Chapter 5)
It's good that not all winter wool had time to shed, but it's better to wear a windbreaker and get into boots than to go in sandals.
2 Of My Poems
Point thy fingers and pass the blame all call out his holiest name everything as it was but nothing the same stand thy ground and announce your claim under sheep wool lays duress on pins and needles does the world stress someone anyone save us from
Lugia Plushie wants YOU
Flurries swirl around your thick wool sweater, and you cross your arms to conserve body heat. if you had headed directly home after school you wouldn't have to deal with this bitter weather.
Life by the Page 1
He rose from bed and threw on a dark brown wool sweater which he had bought last winter. he didn't feel like bathing today. after quickly brushing his teeth he grabbed his jacket and head out the door.
Lysithea's Journey
I covered up my exposed body in the wool and flannel covering. it's been three days since the nightmares started. i looked outside towards the cobbled roads that lead to the sophronia's castle and the town gates. "it looks quite enough."
Glossary/Author's Note
It is used for wool, milk, and a beast of burden. kordox meat is traded or sold to other races.
Recoil: chapter 7, Reflections.
A few hours after we got to the encampment, i lay on my cot, passed out, a wool blanket tossed over me like a used napkin.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 19)
Only my wool and my meat are worth anything. i have four horns, but none of them can protect me. but she said i inspired her. she wanted my honesty. she wanted me alive.