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…..
Somebody suggested to me recently that languages always develop towards simplicity. It is not unusual for people to think that. There is a popular opinion out there that languages start out as very complex but over time the grammar and vocabulary and pronunciation and everything becomes more simple.
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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