Orua, Session One, Part VI: Jillian

Preceded by: Orua, Session One, Part V: The Rondrell Home “I need to go check on Melark.” Delphine strode off purposefully, leaving Garrett to stand, frozen, next to Rowan. The door to the Rondrell home had just shut behind him with a thumping blow that felt like it had struck directly against Garret’s heart. He … Continue reading Orua, Session One, Part VI: Jillian →

Orua, Session One, Part V: The Rondrell Home

Orua, Session One, Part IV: The Calldecs “Oh, Simm.” The leaden weight that sat upon Delphine’s heart grew heavier The Rondrell home sat at the end of the street that curved northward toward Rowan’s house. The whole of Orua was arrayed in a rough circle, with the Two Trees and the village square at its … Continue reading Orua, Session One, Part V: The Rondrell Home →

Orua, Session One, Part IV: The Calldecs

Preceded By: Orua, Session One, Part III: Decisions Rowan had not worn armor in years. He had hardly given it a thought since he’d left the Lord’s army; but then, he’d had little reason to think about donning it at all. He’d crafted Delphine’s armor himself, years ago: flexible, light leather armor which allowed for her … Continue reading Orua, Session One, Part IV: The Calldecs →

Orua, Session One, Part III: Decisions

Previously: Orua, Session One: The Evergrass Home Rowan and Delphine shut and locked the door, when they got back to the house. For good measure, they pushed a table in front of it. Seated next to Melark on the couch, Garret watched the two of them with a sort of vibrating anxiety. He wished he’d gone … Continue reading Orua, Session One, Part III: Decisions →

Orua, Session One: The Evergrass Home

Previously: Orua Session One: Awakening Delphine held Melark close to her heart, pressing his head into her chest, wishing she could take him back inside of herself and keep him safe from the world forever. “Melark. Oh, my love. I’m so glad you’re okay.” “What’s happened?” Melark asked. It had to be an intimidating sight, with … Continue reading Orua, Session One: The Evergrass Home →

Teacher, Teacher, Teacher Pt. 1

Everything Has a Cost, To Bring Silence, and Philosophical Metrics, Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 all feature Evran and Gleam. This story follows events seen in Abandon. "Teacher, Teacher, Teacher," Evran said, his foot bouncing jovially. He steepled his fingers, tapping their tips together as he had seen villains do in stage plays. "What a profound mess you've made of … Continue reading Teacher, Teacher, Teacher Pt. 1 →

Ink, Part 4

There is a long line at the customer service desk, and Chester hates every other person in it. His sour mood is affecting the way he looks at the world, but he’s embracing it, because something about the way anger makes him feel is addictive. It’s not pleasant, but anger, for Chester, is like the … Continue reading Ink, Part 4 →

Ink, Part 2

The gleaming aura that surrounded Chester’s new house faded last night as he reclined, on his back, in his bed. He stared at the ceiling which, painted a bone-white, almost seemed to stare back at him. In the night-dark of his first half-hour staring at that ceiling, still awake, it gains the sense of depthless … Continue reading Ink, Part 2 →

Becoming, Part XII

First Entry: Becoming, Part I Latest Entry: Becoming, Part XI The humans removed me from the village. Perhaps this should not have surprised me, but it did, at the time. Rystala stormed off after my proclamation, but I simply sat and waited for her, expecting that, as this was her home, she would be forced to return … Continue reading Becoming, Part XII →

Becoming, Part XI

Becoming, Part X I did not follow Rystala’s instructions to the letter. After she left, I finished the tea, pouring a new cup for myself from the kettle while I considered my next move. It seems that I was passable enough as a human, now, that she had not questioned leaving me alone in her … Continue reading Becoming, Part XI →