tir na nog

The full moons shone down brightly on the forest floor, their serene light unfettered by the branches of the decayed trees. To any mortal eyes, it was just another dead, dangerous part of the Balewood to be avoided; to those of the fae, who had an innate sense of the flow of the energies of the...

Long ago, her tree had grown here, in this secluded valley where a stream ran clear and wild; where her laughter had mingled with the babbling waters and the afternoon sunshine. How many days they'd spent beneath that towering yew, bold and forever green, dreaming of their eternity together...

"What is my name?" Elinyra once asked Seed Mother. "You have the earth and sky, the plants and beasts; all that the First World has to offer. What need have you for such a thing as a name?" the spriggan answered with a laugh. The nameless elf travelled the valleys and hills of her home - the...

Sometimes I awaken as if from another world. Another life. I dream of places far away; of faces I recognize though their names are unknown to me. Voices asking questions I cannot answer. Always I wake up at home, in this land where all paths seem to bend and twist without end. Hers was a land...