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
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Sha la la la
If I shapeshifted to a tree, I’d have to make sure I kept my human brain in there–fed well enough to maintain functionality–so I’d have the presence of mind to shapeshift back. If I wanted to
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
12- do you think
do you think there’s a league of mindless immortal dragons advocating for their rights (answer: unknown) Do you think it’s easier to return to the astral plane while gutted on
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
hunting & in the astral
hunting ingredients I’d already gathered took half as long the second time though I did have to find another fish with eyeballs big
life force
the difference between a mortal and an immortal is, life force spells work on mortals so they can theoretically live forever by taking from other
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 