The Fertile Clearing
Miyuki sat down with a whoof of breath, though that may have been a generous word for it. Sitting would imply it had been a controlled, deliberate motion. More accurately, she backed up to the armchair and leaned into it until her center of gravity was...
Let's Get Down to Business
The stream sloshed across the smooth river rocks, creating a soft melody of gurgling and splashing water. A cool breeze whistled through the boughs of the tall trees overhead, leaves only just beginning to lose their green tint as the air chilled for...
Breathe
The cold wind rushed down upon her, stinging like a thousand little knives. It pierced even through the thickness of her fur. Her clothing did little, not that she was dressed for the weather anyway, and besides she made no attempt to pull her cloak...