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
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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
13- the tyrant
I wandered the Realm of Green Dragons for seasons, hunted skins for tents and sandals, took a few emerald scales from a sleeping dragon’s swampy cave
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
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
came to one end, one fury
Slip fire no tide was her name
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 