Gathering of Rain:
In a time now passed beyond memory, a man whispered over a golden disc as he set it into a vice.
House of Valla:
A frog croaked in the silence of night.
Rock of Ancients:
Dantian was ten years old when he finally understood what his name meant.
Winter's Fire:
The last Valleur on Valaris, of this universe, prepared the fire for the scrying ceremony in the centre of the Vannis’ gem-studded Throne-room.
Glittering Darkness:
‘So why are there no wolves on Valaris, father?’ Tymall asked, grey eyes wide with curiosity.
Path of Shades:
Saska gazed over the dry plateau spread akin to challenge before her.
Walker of Realms:
Fourteen long and wearying weeks passed.
Sword of the Sleeper:
A mother and her little daughter walked along the banks of a placid river giggling together, halting every so often when a bright flower or insect trapped their roving attentions.
Animated Spirit:
The smell of turpentine and paint filled the small space.
Elixir's Mirror:
On the rooftop humans and a Siric danced.
This exercise has been illuminating. I have a greater sense now of what works and what does not. No, I'm not telling you - you tell me!
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