Tag: fantasy

Collecting himself had been easy enough. The want to just keep watch of things was a measure of control. To feel like it was within his grasp to manage and maintain something by his rules. And to continue avoiding the parts of thoughts were too newly restless to be anything functional. After the means of…

The fourth trial – in Araminta’s educated opinion – must’ve been one of giving a sense of false accomplishment to ambitious warriors. Fetch a rat tailed cod. Before she’d started the trials she’d found out it wasn’t as simple as going to any lake or river to find it. This particular fish had only ever been…

Araminta slept in far longer than she should have and found it difficult to wake, but that was becoming more and more common these days. Luckily there was no need to travel by a timeline, so even though there we a bit late to delivering their bounty of branches and sticks to the weapons smith…

Sometime past midday, when they’d finally reached the borders of the enchanted forest, Araminta had taken to holding his arm again where the terrain became uneven and unstable steps would shoot little twinges of pain up her leg. Like before, the forest had this serene ethereal feel to it… although this time less threateningly so…

Unlike some that might not be easily able to manipulate another into laying down, he seemed capable enough of doing so. Only around when he finally awoke where the sun was likely cresting across the horizon. Making use of limbs to have some movement, he made an effort to take the rounded quilt of a…

Araminta was having a far better time of things. At first. The Ghost’s – Theon’s, she was going to have to get used to the name – hut remained a safe place for her to get her wits together and make her plans. Taking the necessary time to rest, as she promised, while not neglecting…

True to her promise, Araminta spend the rest of that day inside the tiny hut, finishing off that cooked rabbit and sleeping curled up by the fire. It was extraordinary even to her just how much her body had needed real food and actual sleep. And though it wasn’t exactly comfortable sleep, it did wonders for giving…

Waking was becoming harder and harder every day, and this one was no different. Birds were having a glorious morning chatter and Araminta cursed their very cheer. She was not a morning person even in the best of days, so at her worst the happy songs were nothing but a frustrating nuissance, forcing her to…

This entire endeavor was suicidal. Yet here she sat under the autumnal leaves of a willow tree at the edge of the boglands, trying to strip the bark off a hefty solid branch to make herself some sort of staff to use as a weapon. Her fingers stiff from being chilled to the bone, due…