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From ShadowIn contrast to the pale doe, Lonán slept deeply, locked in his own personal world of pain, a fortress he’d constructed over the autumn months. It was a sign of his resignation that he did not wake as he should have at Nuala’s trembling nose. Her approach alone should have had him awake and aware, but these days he was rarely either of these things. After the strange numbness had faded after he’d received the wound, it became abundantly clear just how badly Glynn had wounded him. Crippled him.From Shadow by =Ehetere
Though he wouldn’t die from the wound going sour, he sometimes found himself wishing he had. He was no fool - the healer
Hair and WitchcraftAhead of her, a pair of songbirds fluttered among the low hanging branches, tweeting and chattering and being merry. She watched them curiously, like a young cub watches a butterfly foolish enough to land nearby. Their song stopped as she approached, as did their dancing. They grew still, tiny claws gripping the twigs like their very lives depended on it. Their feathers were dull and boring and brown, certainly no prize or filled with much power to make a charm from. She kept their gazes for a few moments more, before releasing them. They both took off skyward with a terrified screech, as she wandered off to find something better to entertainHair and Witchcraft by =Ehetere
Its Tor or NothingWinter had reached the Point, and it was furious. What was usually a calm warm breeze in the three other season was now frozen and vicious. It whipped hailstones like bullets at the tall doe’s hide, stinging like a horsefly’s bite with every hit. She should have crossed the Spit an hour ago, but a chestnut stag had made an attempt to cross before her vigil was done, and now the storm was whipping the sea into a frenzy.Its Tor or Nothing by =Ehetere
Chasing the stag off had put her a fair way down the western beach, and by the time she made her way back to the Point, the sandy Spit was already covered by the white-water tide. The gale-force wind pulled at her
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