The dracans lived without roofs, not even invisible magic ones. Their homes looked like log cabins if the logs were woven like yarn
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in the garden crave
The creature carved fish skins off by sticking a foot inside its wide open beak. Therefore it couldn’t see me that well so I dug a shallow pit in the dirt with my paddle feet and drew oversized runes to start a fire
i miss (this)
Scuttle hug meet the rug hey how you doin’ down there? I miss the act of starting over like I had nothing to lose, no memories, no reputable ruse; instead I start over with all this baggage cuz I gotta know who i am after the rules and stories i used to be– i missContinue reading “i miss (this)”
I’m afraid
Yes, the lake had fish. No, I couldn’t catch any. So after a dozen failed attempts at nabbing slick blue fins I just waited out the fire that burned the whole
an attempt was made
I started to feel a bit bad for the creature and this garden so many of them were trying to save, obviously in vain,
hafta say
The small one plummeted into the lake again, throwing waves at me, then it had the audacity to put two claws on my forehead
rescue
The fire and smoke summoned flying shadows blotting out the sun and they brought silent rain upon the flames. I just treaded water,
or (to the shore line)
The grass, trees, vines and algae left hardly any room for rune drawing so I ended up walking/crawling
resource
I walked up to a tree and only fell once—into a spherical bush—along the way then I whacked at a mossy branch until it fell off then I dragged it
2 Seize a sky
I paddled toward the plant-covered shore . . . so I could sprawl in the mud, waves lapping the backs of my knees. Nothing burst out of the grass to eat
Jordyn Saelor 