Carriage Ride Hear… Feel… Think…. The memory of those words echoed more in Thayrin’s soul than his ears as his eyes cracked open. The swaying of the carriage had lulled him to doze off on the journey. Rylea, for her[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Fallen Flight Thayrin felt the ground beneath his feet again. He swayed, fighting to keep his balance. The red haze that had surround the Shroud for weeks beforehand was gone. But the Forest they once knew had changed. It was[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Hear, Feel, Think Hear… Feel… Think…. Thayrin found himself floating inside and endless blackness. Confused and disoriented, his stomach danced, threatening to heave. He clutched at a spear in his hand then gazed at it blankly for a moment, wondering[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Thayrin sat cross-legged under a brookside tree. So focused on his task, he was barely aware of the gently flowing water dancing across rounded stones about him. To his right long, strong short-spear shafts lay on the leaf covered soil.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Fish. Again. Thayrin glaze down at the summer trout that was splayed across his plate, pan fried, and laid atop a bed of greens. Having a fresh caught fish once in a while would not have been a bad thing,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…