My player follows aliantha's hearth/myth blog. Today's posting is particularly apt for me to comment on.

Finding Magic in the real world/The liminal dragonfly

Well said, child.
Well said.

*soft smile*

Someone is watching...

*just hoping all of this blows over before the Autarch returns to processing turns*

The golden one raises her head at the squawking in the entrance to her desmense. Listening intently, she informs her Tranformed to allow passage within, if that is what is sought. "Greetings, Nakoma. Be Well Come. "I am only learning myself the details of what occurred a season ago, and th...

Pulsing. Unceasing pulsing. They must have brought me to t’vilah. Slowly I force my weary eyes open, and find my gaze drawn through the opening in the roof of t’vilah towards the sky. My ragged breathing quiets as I listen to the dirge meant to imitate the sound of thousands of ephemeral wings stir...

We are One . Before The Autarch was given authority to say “what will be,” we all comprised The Supreme Forces That Were One Mind. And those Forces still comprise Us, and more. All there is . All there was . All there will ever be . Beyond the World. Beyond the Tree. Beyond this Universe. The Force...

Summer time. …and the living is easy. Autarch invokes Time Then He creates Tree and Planes Mortals then come next Deities are born Protecting and shielding world Yet mortals know not Mortals slave away Never knowing rest nor play Weariness cries out The Winged One hears Taking note of mortals pligh...

The old woman sat on her stool, weaving stalks of wheat into mats; baskets of various pristine grains surrounding her. Her seamed face lit up with a toothless smile, as one of her more wealthy regular customers regally approached. “Greetings, Mother Dreschen. I see the rice and grain of the Tonbo ar...

The flames danced and flickered as the Tombo gathered for the evening service at the Shrine of the Evening Flame. Annie looked over the gathering, her eyes briefly lingering on Aliya, noting the coming-of-age teen further isolating her self from friends and family. Firmly returning her attention to ...

High above the rivers which carry the sediment of the plains, the cliffs are pocketed with caves. Most of these caves offer shelter: shelter to man, beast, lichen. But follow the meandering stream which carries the life giving sediment, and at its source you will find My cavern: t'vilah . A cavern o...

Annie Soptera waded through the paddies of the alluvial plain on its gentle slope towards the sea. As she waded she was greeted by those working the grains and vegetable fields adjacent to the paddies. Flashes of color flitted and darted across both paddy and field as Serenity’s totem mingled with h...