Sann lived a quiet life in the Forest, and he was quite content with that. He already had his fair share of adventures in the outside world, and he had no intention of ever leaving the safety of the dark, forbidding trees of his home, especially not when his mother left on a trip sixty …
Odwyn had mostly come to terms with her mother's disappearance. She was only a hatchling when it happened, and she's had sixty years to accept the ache. Even though a travelling merchant wasn't the most dangerous of jobs, it still had its risks, after all...
Odwyn was having that dream again. After almost a week of it, she was tired of the same confusing, exhausting dream every night. It wouldn’t be so bad if she actually woke up rested, but every morning she woke feeling as though she had actually lived the dream. The forest stretched as far as she could see......
When Scully is trapped inside over the weekend, she invents languages.
Information that will hopefully help me in my conlang adventures.....
Rain was coming. The air was heavy with its scent. Oak breathed in deeply. He had always liked the smell of rain. It was a smell of life and of peace. There was nothing Oak liked better than standing among his trees and listening to the rain fall through the leaves. This rain had a sharper edge to its scent, which meant it was more than just water. Oak had seen the Tal Forest burn from the fire rain.......
Revitalising the ol' blog
