27th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), one bell before highsun. I had been brushing delighted fingers against some of the nodding blooms lining our path. Now, startled, I drop my hand, Turning in place, I try to decide where to direct my respectful bow. “I am Lady Jeryth, Chosen of Mielikki. Eliana... Continue Reading →
Chapter Twenty-two: From Sweet Water to Secret Garden
27th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), nine bells after highmoon Good Morning to you!” The rider calls politely. “I wonder, have you seen a young man on your travels hereabouts? Looks like me. My brother, in fact. Lester, my brother, did not come home last night. Have you seen him?” “We... Continue Reading →