Time is Secrets
Featuring Rooster and Sorina
Brief mentions of Lady Mór
Autumn, Year 768 of the New Age
Glenmore, The Gardens
Sorina
Sorina had a hard time collecting herself as she trotted swiftly besides the dark brown stag. This wasn’t going into the direction she had been trying to put it. She could not believe she was even doing this but she had only to blame herself in this case. She had tried to put his attention into another direction but instead of doing that she had practically invited him to enter her sanctuary. She could not take it back. She had already halfways declined him once and as a mere commoner doe, and to make
The Wind's Gift
Featuring Ket and a ghost from the past
Winter, Year 766 of the New Age
Windborne, near Gumtree Hollow
Ket
The wind spoke to her.
Even as she concentrated on diverting its winter currents away from the Hollow, it whispered things in passing. Promises, pleas, gifts. The Stormsinger did her best to ignore its words, as she always had. Even now that communing with the wind was an acceptable and practiced art, she couldn’t bring herself to participate. For too many years, she had worried she was losing her mind. Too many years had she and Étaín fought to quell the whispers of the wind. And for many years they had
Thirst for AdventureFeaturing Ket and Keet
Mentioning Rafe, Étain, Gus and Jeet
Early Autumn, Year 764 of the New Age
Windborne, Gumtree Hollow
Keet
The decision had been made for a while, but that didn’t make breaking it to his mother any easier at all. Not even remotely. Keet had been stewing on his choices for a time, having begun growing his very first set of antlers over the summer, and now being in possession of his first actual rack. He was a bit of a late bloomer, having watched most other younglings sprout their first spikes last year, but that was okay. He happened to think that his brand new, hardened set of antlers wer
Not the End
Featuring Corvus
Fall, Year 765 of the New Age
Blackwood, near Widow's Hollow
Life had no guarantees. That was the only guarantee.
Things that Corvus had thought -- or had hoped -- would last forever all had eventually turned to ash. His home and friends in Silverthorne were but a bittersweet memory of his childhood. His travelling ways and wanderer’s soul had long since lost its appeal. And the color too had gone out of his life long ago - when she’d looked at him with such unfiltered hate and had disappeared forever, she’d taken the light with her.
All that was left to the black stag was his uncertain place
Time is Secrets
Featuring Rooster and Sorina
Brief mentions of Lady Mór
Autumn, Year 768 of the New Age
Glenmore, The Gardens
Sorina
Sorina had a hard time collecting herself as she trotted swiftly besides the dark brown stag. This wasn’t going into the direction she had been trying to put it. She could not believe she was even doing this but she had only to blame herself in this case. She had tried to put his attention into another direction but instead of doing that she had practically invited him to enter her sanctuary. She could not take it back. She had already halfways declined him once and as a mere commoner doe, and to make
The Wind's Gift
Featuring Ket and a ghost from the past
Winter, Year 766 of the New Age
Windborne, near Gumtree Hollow
Ket
The wind spoke to her.
Even as she concentrated on diverting its winter currents away from the Hollow, it whispered things in passing. Promises, pleas, gifts. The Stormsinger did her best to ignore its words, as she always had. Even now that communing with the wind was an acceptable and practiced art, she couldn’t bring herself to participate. For too many years, she had worried she was losing her mind. Too many years had she and Étaín fought to quell the whispers of the wind. And for many years they had
Thirst for AdventureFeaturing Ket and Keet
Mentioning Rafe, Étain, Gus and Jeet
Early Autumn, Year 764 of the New Age
Windborne, Gumtree Hollow
Keet
The decision had been made for a while, but that didn’t make breaking it to his mother any easier at all. Not even remotely. Keet had been stewing on his choices for a time, having begun growing his very first set of antlers over the summer, and now being in possession of his first actual rack. He was a bit of a late bloomer, having watched most other younglings sprout their first spikes last year, but that was okay. He happened to think that his brand new, hardened set of antlers wer
Not the End
Featuring Corvus
Fall, Year 765 of the New Age
Blackwood, near Widow's Hollow
Life had no guarantees. That was the only guarantee.
Things that Corvus had thought -- or had hoped -- would last forever all had eventually turned to ash. His home and friends in Silverthorne were but a bittersweet memory of his childhood. His travelling ways and wanderer’s soul had long since lost its appeal. And the color too had gone out of his life long ago - when she’d looked at him with such unfiltered hate and had disappeared forever, she’d taken the light with her.
All that was left to the black stag was his uncertain place
Border Patrol
Featuring Inatisha and Bannon
Winter, Year 762 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Riverbend
Bannon
The air was brittle with the cold, and Bannon felt as though each inhalation might cause icicles to start growing in his lungs. He hated winter. But alas, soldiers didn’t take time off just because they were cold and miserable, so he waited shivering and sour beneath the branches of a mature oak tree and hoped it's laden boughs didn’t decide to drop their payload of snow and frost on him. Hopefully his assigned partner should arrive soon.
He had been paired with an experienced soldier this time, which should have pleased h
The Drums of WarFeaturing Étaín, Fox, and Tzilan
The morning after, Winter Year 760 of the New Age
Windborne, Gumtree Hollow
Étaín
Many Windbornes heard a song in the wind, be it Molach or some other affinity for it. Étaín had never heard it. The only song she heard was the one of war. It was not a song she enjoyed. It had been with her for a long time, growing ever louder over time. To begin with she wondered if it would ever stop. At times it would become deafening, overwhelming, but she’d come to learn to live with it. Now, finally, after years of struggle and the beat of it like a metronome to her hear