In the mountain all rains fall the same, to the water every stream builds into rivers, so they showed me if I slipped into one I could slip into them all
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safe
they kept me in the little room with nothing to do but sleep and let my leg heal (the rashes had mysteriously disappeared already,
Seasons
How many years had passed since I graduated? Golly, I hadn’t kept track. A lot in The City. A lot more in the Realm of Green Dragons. But even before I left, I was older than any
Blight Reaper
Sliptide’s sleeping lover dozed in the den, yet mud from hundreds of years of monsoons had nearly closed the opening. I didn’t unblock it, though, since she still had several thousand
sow chaos
I stayed until the night’s life left my wrinkled skin and white hair as old as ever, but I was so scared to check if Sliptide got her memories back that of course I punished myself by tracking her down
tear me down
I saw Sliptide again. Touched her tail like skin-to-skin contact would tell me what she’d think of me if I somehow released memories into her. But she just
HArvest
The night went searching for my body to physically crush me but inside its maw I went too and with closeness, the link between muscle and memory met like magnets
REmemory
In the memory, you sit on a silver egg. It’s as round as you are tall, and your fur-lined shoe fits on one of its beige polka dots. Your hair’s black and
AFter a FAshion
I found you, after a fashion. I found the memory of a dragon who found you, sixteen years through witch school, less than half her way toward graduation (if it took
10- night light
Sliptide forgot who I was and tried to claw me and melt me, so I put the plans on hold to watch myself enter the astral realm through the eye of a
Jordyn Saelor 