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
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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
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
came to one end, one fury
Slip fire no tide was her name
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
9- Retrospect
In retrospect, the destruction of a planet lasts an instant. In the moment, the destruction occurs as a slow peeling apart of mountain from valley, as an unending barrage of raining
8- Gredients
Acid breath has no practical purpose for a hunting creature. Hunting supplies food for eating and acid corrodes what you’d eat. Fire breath, too, might scorch your meal just as easily as cook
Wind & Qind
Previous Chapters *** Wind I got in with a spell Sliptide told me. I got in shielding myself with a summoning circle around my knees with runes for sanity, speed, and resolve. I got in, muttering under my breath, “Clarak, slar, helva garden rill tiv lo wisphel li o caral o tara car y (open,Continue reading “Wind & Qind”
Jordyn Saelor 