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each curve of the three golden moons, in stark relief against blue heaven, the single star before them
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
each curve of the three golden moons, in stark relief against blue heaven, the single star before them
Full lips, bearing a smile, and the shape of his name
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Full lips, bearing a smile, and the shape of his name
Rethga drew a deep breath, relishing succor’s scent, and moved his head back. #malmaxa
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Rethga drew a deep breath, relishing succor’s scent, and moved his head back. #malmaxa
His twelfth mother smiled wide, at the rolling whisper that was her name.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
His twelfth mother smiled wide, at the rolling whisper that was her name.
Walk with me, son of my daughter’s daughters.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Walk with me, son of my daughter’s daughters.
Perceiving a presence, he snatched his head up, to see a woman materialize from the mists
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Perceiving a presence, he snatched his head up, to see a woman materialize from the mists
Within it lay a pond, mirror-like in its stillness, and on its edge his first mother, Zunesan.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Within it lay a pond, mirror-like in its stillness, and on its edge his first mother, Zunesan.
Considering Sarah’s words, Rethga tasted within them a deeper truth.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Considering Sarah’s words, Rethga tasted within them a deeper truth.
Mist, in still air.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Mist, in still air.
The breeze ruffling Sarah’s hair gusted north, thinning her vapor, which curled as the wind caught it.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013