Gathering Clouds
Another muffled caw came through the window, “Lorcan MacBroin, you open your window! I’ll bring Valkyries next time if you don’t!”
Sit down at our fire and join the conversation or just enjoy listening in.
Another muffled caw came through the window, “Lorcan MacBroin, you open your window! I’ll bring Valkyries next time if you don’t!”
Even my murderous cats turned tail and ran from the Plague of frogs in my kitchen.
The air was cold and getting colder with each passing day. Winter would soon be upon Terrasylvae and the now dull colors of Autumn would be replaced by a stark white. Things were settling in and it wouldn’t be long before these vibrant halls of nature would slumber for a time.
Surely, this was no accident. Chapels didn’t suddenly sprout foliage overnight; not even Woodland ones. This…was Shay’s doing.
Shay was almost certain she could hear chickens in her kitchen, but that was totally absurd.
“Sssssh!” Kane hissed. “Lorcan might hear us and then you’ll have definitely lost this little war.”
Those were Kane’s apples, the prized apples of Woodland, the golden apples of the Hesperides. Kane threatened death to those that took even a single apple without permission, and somehow, he had an entire box of them.
Well it would appear there is no neutral ground. Let’s make the best of it shall we?
It’s pronounced “here-eyeth” (roll the “r”) and it’s a Welsh word. To some, it implies the meaning of missing a time, an era, or a person. It is associated with the bittersweet memory of missing something or someone, while being grateful that thing existed.
“Okay, how do I phrase this?” Grimm said looking nervous. “If I can control you that means you can control me.”
“What it sounds like is you two have gotten yourself in a prank war and you seem to be losing.” Kane smiled as he teased the mischievous goblins.
Trivial Tales will just be little snippets of daily life, meant to tie stories together, and add a little color to Woodland.
No one gets hurt, it’s all back by Sunday. It’s only fun if everyone is having fun. Otherwise, it stops.
It’s a man’s curse to see himself only as that which he lacks, and it’s his blessing to have friends that have the wisdom to see him as he really is.