A Summertime Sonata
It's a radiant Silversun morning when I get out of bed. The Cockatrices sing their praises to the sun, and the Mist outbreak from last night died down to a gentle breeze. After my routine morning stretches, I could tell that I wouldn't have many more...
The Wet Journeys of Mareen, Prologue: The First Hunt
It was the tenth day of the month of Rosefire in the Jylland city of Graszton. The sun was shining on a seasonally clear day on the southern port city. A cool breeze floated off of the Ewhol sea and onto the people crowding the streets in the usual...