“Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me…”
The streets were quiet.
They had been quiet for days…
Days? No, Cerys’ foot nudged the drift of detritus forming a strange high tide line along the cracked pavement. It had been a good while longer than that. Continue reading A Quiet Time – A Fantasy Faire Story
The sands shifted as the spring breeze swirled into existence, chasing the last of the clinging frosts from the dunes. Grain tumbled over grain; a slip swelling into a landslide, uncovering what had remained buried for decades. The glimmer of crystal, a shining drop of blue amidst the sand. Emerging from the depths of the earth’s clinging confinement, Arala stepped forth, pulling her staff free behind her.