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,...
Read MoreA Telling Decision
He paces by the cluttered counter and smiles back at the Elven florist for what might be the tenth time when he is suddenly struck with the thought that he is thinking...
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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