So, it's been a while. Good news! I'm not dead! Sideways news! I'm going to rewrite Snowy Ground. In all honesty, as a writer, I hit a speedbumped problem in Snowy Ground that I can't quite figure out and I think I broke it somehow in an older chapter and thought I could fix it. … Continue reading On new beginnings
Snowy Ground: Chapter 1 Part 1
“I dreamed of you last night.”“I dreamed of all those years ago when you sang your old poetry to me and taught me all the words. Somehow, the sunrise this morning reminds me of ‘The Owl at Fire River’.” A lone Eynnil sits by the fading embers of the campfire she’d built the night before. … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 1 Part 1
Snowy Ground: Chapter 5 Part 3
The patch of scalp around the back of Samythiel’s ear continued to tingle the whole way to the pub where the chairs accommodated the eynnil as well as the dwarves and humans. Valthran berated Clemnilshala with every pace while her hands remained at her sides, balling up the fine linen of her dress in her … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 5 Part 3
Update: New Year and a New Gift
Good morning my friends, So it just so happens that when I was publishing Snowy Ground as blog posts to potentially have it reach more people automatically, I was accidentally just sending the entire part into people's emails. That's a touch embarrassing as that means that there is less interaction which I admittedly need. (The … Continue reading Update: New Year and a New Gift
Snowy Ground: Chapter 5 Part 2
There she was. She sat idly beside a table with food, in fine clothing, holding in one hand a swaddled dwarvish infant who seemed more than content to wriggle in safety and make noises. The tassel at the that hung from the bottom of the baby’s blanket flopped side to side as the imprisoned child … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 5 Part 2
Snowy Ground: Chapter 5 Part 1
Hippogriffs did well on their own to carry their riders without bonds nor magic, some breeds of domestic griffons too. Anfia could normally take care of Magga alone, but she’d been saddled with the dense weight of two dwarves. No flying transportation would be provided to Samythiel. But, as Lavia reasoned, flight would be useless … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 5 Part 1
Snowy Ground: The Coming Day Finale
Magga made laps up and down the beach pulling her hair away from her neck in attempts to cool down and regain her sights. It happened to magic users, blindness while the body diverts energy to be expelled in forms of the user’s whims. Least to the natural born elementalists and (in rumors) necromancers who … Continue reading Snowy Ground: The Coming Day Finale
Snowy Ground: The Coming Day Part 4
Sheep shears, excellent for the upkeep of one’s beard. The fresh air feeling entering he follicles of his beard brought clarity to his head. The aching tingle between his eyes ceased. Blonde strands floated away with the ebb and flow of the ocean’s waves before which he knelt. Snipping and pruning his hair like a … Continue reading Snowy Ground: The Coming Day Part 4
Celebration! Snowy Ground’s Birthday
Good afternoon! So it's been a while since we chatted, I never did get to make that big announcement, I took a side job and it completely slipped my mind and skipped right out to sea. That's not the purpose of this post though. One year ago, today, this very hour of noon (pacific standard … Continue reading Celebration! Snowy Ground’s Birthday
Snowy Ground: The Coming Day: Part 3
It couldn’t feel good, to come out of the water such a shade of red. Every inch of her was so enflamed. The Stag didn’t care, he nudged at her shoulder and bunted his muzzle on her face. She sputtered, flopping over his leg and coughing up buckets of tarry water onto the beach. “Och, … Continue reading Snowy Ground: The Coming Day: Part 3
Snowy Ground: The Coming Day, Part 2
It wasn’t painful, when she pierced his ears. She, the dwarfess, the sister to the so-interesting Samythiel. Magga couldn’t understand his tongue, yet her smile spoke to him as much as her voice did. Thrice in one ear, twice in the other. All the while she talked and talked about a myriad of things, gifting … Continue reading Snowy Ground: The Coming Day, Part 2
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