Tharan wanders the artist’s alley of the market in Caerswë, the Miësin clan’s capital city. His visit with Krelä, one of his favorite artisans with whom to collaborate, concluded. He loves wandering the market, spending time studying the new pieces, discussing them with the shop keeps, and the artists themselves when they’re there. Sometimes the […]
Traversing the wastes is difficult for any traveler. Iroshi isn’t any traveler. Even so the danger isn’t in walking the cracked, black-grey dirt. Instead it’s all the other things that walk it too. Or burrow underneath. Or fly above. Did you have this much trouble Alkara? Are you even- Iroshi snaps the thought off, not
Alkara can’t remember being happier. In fact she’s pretty sure her life just keeps getting better. When Uncle Iro and she had set out for the capital of the Buttington Duchy all by themselves, they’d quickly picked up their old rhythm. Just the two of them. Too big now for their swinging trick, Alkara had