The Wedding: Arhat the Fire Lion, 413
There was no dancing for her on this night. It will be four years this fall since there had been dancing. She has never known silk to be so heavy, or shells to cut so...
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Alone – a Musical Interlude
Sometimes the days, they can be very busy.
So I like to stop and think now and then.
Summer: Arhat the Fire Lion – 409
She sits in a tree amidst a carpet of blooming flowers. This is no metaphorical carpet of vivid embroidery, it is, as it so often is with her, entirely literal. There...
Read MoreSpring: Ka’len the Sea Drake – 409
A melody found its way into her dreams for the very first time this night. It was an old song, played many times in many places. Of course there is magic in music,...
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Therae Velo
Therae: the original grumpy dwarven trader, though, between you and me, I only ever knew a man of surpassing kindness and generosity. His devotion to the Traders, and...
Read MoreShe was lost. Again.
Not lost in dream or memory, not just a metaphorical lost wherein one might contemplate life’s paths, nor a philosophical lost in a moral dilemma. No, she was...
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