Recent content by Miles Rhodrik Le'Metayer

Something ist not correct. Miles couldn't recall falling asleep in the brush. Nor could he particularly say he knew where he was. It didn't look like it had last night. Not fully. But then again, he wasn't born and bred in this land. There was nothing in particular he could even know as a...

He was on his return trip, back to where he'd been, after his guide had taken him to get... To get something worthful, valuable. Something he'd like to return to. He walks quietly around the tree. The kingfisher dives again. The dirtwork stairs crunch mildly underfoot. A whirlwind of a...

There she ist again, walking barefoot. At least, he could only guess the figure was a she. She glowed too brightly in the sunbeams, draped in translucent cloth that seemed to hang with dampness. Her hair whipped about as she turned her head to check on him, guide him down a path in these...