portal fantasy – Jordyn Saelor

to the sweetest end

I found a place to lie each night and never called it home, I found a place to eat each day and never called it

play pretend

I had something nice in the city, nice enough I was grateful for the safety, the steady work, the food that didn’t poison me,

previous part: https://jordynsaelor.com/2026/10/01/now-above-once-under/ all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** I don’t belong to you and I can’t offer what you’re asking me to, even with another decade of practice: I cannot understand the words of a god, much less its mysterious depths so you may want me for a friend or minister but I cannot be– I’mContinue reading “won’t be my friend”

now above, once under

Let’s go back before that, to rats in a library: do you think, if I went back to them, they’d recognize a little girl named Ola who used their tunnels to sneak into the library to read books and dreamed of dragons to save her?

power structure

I’d never lived among people shorter than me. These brown people weren’t even that much shorter, just half a head or so but standing with my eyes above the people

have a gander

I explored the city like a good adventurer and learned the river was named after a wellspring in the not-so-distant mountains craggying up the horizon;

prattle chatter

Hey there, whatcha cookin’ can I put my elbow here on your counter, thanks a-mighty, I’m new in town, don’t have much cash but that dish

sieve river

The river the sea god led me to wound through a busy city, so no one noticed one more dripping wet lad swimming around

hollow below

A chill crept into my bones but the caricaurs were starting to link arms and approach the water, shouting at me that they were coming to help so I dove under

caricaur lore

The moon winked out. The silver glow to the water faded and the liquid arms suffocating