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Selkies' Skins: Castle and Well (book one): 131,693 for chapters 1 through 39, front matter, the glossary, and author bio. It is followed by a second book covering the second half of Kirsty's testing, and likely a third book or fourth book to deal with other important bits of the selkies' (yes, more than one) stories that are not focused on in Kirsty's Skinquesting. There is also an audiobook version recorded, narrated by Illya Leonov. He is also expected to narrate the books of the Dragon Shaman series. https://www.amazon.com/Castle-Well-Selkies-Skins-Book/dp/B00O9GKYW0/

Selkies' Skins: Temple and Skinquest (book two): 41,338 and growing in the manuscript as of April 20, 2016 and is in progress. I need to look over the current manuscript for the current wordcount before editing.

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Selkies' Skins 2: Chapter 21b (Whale Graveyard)

 

 


Welcome back to the story! If you don't wish to use the Selkies' Skin tag to find the entries, check the ToC on the Sticky Note at Dreamwidth. Story is mirrored to my LiveJournal, from my Dreamwidth, as well as on a dedicated site. For story news and more, subscribe to my Twitter (@AmehanaArashi) or go on Facebook and like either THG StarDragon Publishing or Selkies' Skins. As always, the main tag for the full story is selkies' skins and the tag for "Temple and Skinquest" is selkies' skins 2.

Book one (Castle and Well) of Selkies' Skins is available in entirety in ebook format as of March 16th, beginning at
Smashwords. The print edition is now available on Amazon and Lulu with Samantha Buckley's stunning cover depicting Kirsty and the storm. An audio edition of the first book in the series narrated by Illya Leonov and now available on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible, with other venues pending. He has finished "Book of Seals: Pearls of Sea and Stone" which accompanies and precedes Selkies' Skins: Castle and Well. (click to hear what he sounds like in past recordings of other projects)

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Selkies' Skins 2
Section 3: Emergence
Installment 52
Chapter 21b
Whale Graveyard
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil


Kirsty breathed deeply in relief and made her way down the passage. It led her through a narrow hall a short way to a devotional. She placed her hand in the water and murmured a prayer of thanks and acknowledgment of everything Mara meant to her. The statue seemed to listen, her features wavering between shark and seal like in her mer form, skirts spread wide and floating around her balanced tail. Kirsty removed her hand from the water and touched the Sigil of Mara over herself, taught only to the priestesses.
The sense of déjà vu as a stone slab slid back to reveal a stairway down into the bedrock overwhelmed her. The corners of the passage were demarcated on the outside by inset fossilized shells. As she looked more at the polished floor she saw a plethora of various fossilized sea species.

Had she been here before? Time felt even more strangely compressed and stretched than it had at other points in her quest. Vague impressions of sitting in class by David passed before her eyes, some history lesson. Once her vision returned to the moment her consciousness was in she began her descent.
Kirsty slipped through the various ages of the sea via the geological record and the cap rumbled shut behind her. How deep she climbed into the earth was easily lost with no frame of reference other than herself, and she was small both in size and timespan. A door of stone waited before her at the deepest point. A left handprint had been worn into the center over the eons, and there glowed the Sigil of Mara. She felt the stone search her, flinched in surprise when it felt as if the stone bit her like an exploring shark. Her wrist throbbed where phantom teeth had been, and a broken line of dots nestled inside the gaps of the twining tattooed lines there.
The door opened, and she slipped through. Once she emerged she beheld a fossil sea, still living beneath the earth but trapped and segregated from the living sea above. The sense of tides and time still continued here, and she was aware of ancient things in the water with her. The current of the water spoke of no walls behind her, an open and undefended back. She looked behind to verify or disprove this, and found her senses to be correct.
Only the vast sea greeted her, dark, dangerous, powerful, lonely, a wild remnant of Mara’s youth that Annan made certain would survive when Sea and Earth began their shifting about the globe they shared. Time eddied around her as she moved through this sea until she came to a cliff that fell away below. The call came from below and so she made her way slowly down. Something prickled at the back of her senses, but every time she turned to look she was greeted by nothing but the sea.
She let gravity carry her downward and stared for a time where she kept feeling as if something was there watching her. Only water stared back at her. Kirsty made a small sign of warding over herself and continued downward at a faster rate, ever mindful to allow herself time to adjust.
“I’m probably going to get both physical and psychic bends returning from here if I am not careful.” She spoke to herself inside her own head, a part of herself dimly remarking that it probably was not a good sign she was talking to herself.
At last she reached the sea floor again and followed the path she found there to a gate running between two lance like shells stood on end. No fence kept company, no doors, and yet she knew there was a purpose to the divide. As she made her way through she could feel and taste the differences in the seas. It was colder than the one she left on the other side, sharper. The light fell differently and was even a different color, more of a wan Arctic or Antarctic quality than the more temperate sea.
The presence followed.
She heard a low growl in the water to her right, followed by a challenging whistle. Her whiskers twitched and she dodged the attack she could feel coming from the large dark tusked torpedo defending his territory. The two wove in the water, she trying to continue pressing onward along the path laid out. Straying too far from it was not something she dared allow happen lest she be lost in time.
“Kirsty? Kirsty? Your focus is terrible lately. What’s wrong? You’ve been staring off again.” David’s voice pushed into her mind.
“I don’t know. I don’t feel well. It’s like something is chasing me. I’m not sure if I’m flashing forward to what’s going to happen during my quest.” Her own voice answered him and she continued to dodge and press forward.
“You’ve been doing this a lot lately. Is this normal? Did your parents get like this before theirs?”
“I don’t think so. Aunty would have said so, or they’d have warned me. Wouldn’t they?” The sabertoothed walrus bit at her, nearly catching her flipper as her other self continued the conversation, whether it was in current time or past time. Exploring time more thoroughly she made a mental note to do if she survived.
“They definitely would. Maybe you should write them. I hope you’re not sick” He sounded as if, should she not, he would.
“I will write.” She knew that wherever that body was, that self was, that time was, she was squeezing his hand.
Kirsty wheeled and danced through the water as the walrus caught up to her. Bodies ricocheted off of each other as she fought her panic and looked her pursuer in the eye. He glared back into hers with a keen intelligence and a great deal more curiosity than she expected. She noted that she was in a good position to bite at him, but instead whistled and trilled at him, hoping that she could reason with him.
“I only seek passage to the Lady Mother.” She blinked at herself when that was the title rolling out of her. “It is still my hunting here.” He answered, swishing his head to scythe his tusk at her.
Kirsty dodged but still got partially caught, wincing as her flesh opened and thankful it did not feel as deep as it could have been.
“I will not eat here then. Priestess’ honor.” She dodged again.
“Why do you not fight me, female? Other Priestesses have.”
“I do not need to, there are other ways. For all I know I still have far to go.”
“Very far! Out of my hunting grounds! My mollusks!”
“Your mollusks.” She tried to get past him but he managed to bump her again, and she was tiring from trying to keep her forward momentum so fast for so long. “Would you feel better to escort me out instead of trying to drive me out? I have to interest in food I cannot eat, and I am not here to eat.”
“Strange words, strange speech. I can barely understand you.”
“I think your language may be at the root of the one I speak.”
“All that come through here become harder to understand.” A quiet plaintive note hid behind his blustering bellow.
“Time has moved on out there.” She stopped. He drove on for a bit and stopped when he noticed she did not keep pace.
“Tiny thing. Tell me more. You can earn passage with stories and knowledge. You are a different kind from the others I think.”
They settled to the floor and he found a bed to root through, eating as she spun him tales of when and where she came from, of what little she knew of living in the sea and what she knew of living on the land. She told him of her family, and how her line had to earn the skins that other selkies were normally born with. He watched her as he ate, and she was careful to make no move to the food he consumed. Instead she pressed a flipper to her wound and wondered when she had become a full seal and where her pouch was, dismayed at the thought she’d lost it and praying fervently that it was simply a part of her in this unexpected full transformation. She told her audience also of the things she had seen in her quest so far, the adventures she had had.
Part of her wondered if she was somehow speaking through him to distant ancestors from before the human form had evolved into existence through the experiments of the various deities and natural processes. Finally, she ran out of things to tell him.
“You wouldn’t be a good bard, but you do make a good story keeper.”
“I didn’t expect you to want me to sing all that.” She quipped, a light smile on her lips.
He blinked and then laughed, whistling it through the water. “That might have been a lot to try fitting in a song.”
He finished, then swam beside her as she followed the path. “Are there others I will bother?”
“Probably. Whether you will meet any between here and wherever you are going I don’t know, but I’m sure you’ll eventually bother someone, Tiny One.” He smirked and looked out of the side of his eye at her. “Tiny one will do interesting things some day I think.”
“Um… thank you?”
He snorted and waved a flipper at her as they neared the end of his territory. She waved back and continued onward.


 

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Selkies' Skins 2: Chapter 21a (Whale Graveyard)

 

 


Welcome back to the story! If you don't wish to use the Selkies' Skin tag to find the entries, check the ToC on the Sticky Note at Dreamwidth. Story is mirrored to my LiveJournal, from my Dreamwidth, as well as on a dedicated site. For story news and more, subscribe to my Twitter (@AmehanaArashi) or go on Facebook and like either THG StarDragon Publishing or Selkies' Skins. As always, the main tag for the full story is selkies' skins and the tag for "Temple and Skinquest" is selkies' skins 2.

Book one (Castle and Well) of Selkies' Skins is available in entirety in ebook format as of March 16th, beginning at
Smashwords. The print edition is now available on Amazon and Lulu with Samantha Buckley's stunning cover depicting Kirsty and the storm. An audio edition of the first book in the series narrated by Illya Leonov and now available on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible, with other venues pending. He has finished "Book of Seals: Pearls of Sea and Stone" which accompanies and precedes Selkies' Skins: Castle and Well. (click to hear what he sounds like in past recordings of other projects)

This scene may (most likely, there is some I'd like to add that would not fit in the word count) get rewritten, moved, or dropped when preparing the webnovel version for the print version.



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Selkies' Skins 2
Section 3: Emergence
Installment 51
Chapter 21a
Whale Graveyard
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil


She exited the matrix and promptly heaved whatever little food was still in her gut. It struck her that with time moving so strangely and being on the move so much that she really hadn’t been eating anywhere near as much as she should. Her hand burned where it had been pierced, and she clutched at her sporran to ensure she still had the tome while the world came to focus. Another city had to be here. She could feel it, but she could not see anything that looked like a city. Instead what greeted her eye seemed to be a graveyard. Giant ribs stretched spectral fingers toward the surface reaching into time. Seaweed wove between bones, bringing to mind the streamers she tied to the trees in spring celebrating the return of life. Rocks littered the seafloor between worn basalt columns while sunbeams filtered with severe slants down through the green water, plankton sparking. Above there was earth, the ceiling of a large cave open to whatever direction the light came from. Kirsty took her bearings, listening to the call in her bones and blood, then wove her way slowly between the giants. Several species and sizes seemed to have come to rest here, but primarily what she found all seemed to possess the single elongated tooth that denoted the unicorns of the sea. Narwhals. She knew where she was now, and if Mara’s realm’s rules mirrored that of the mundane world she had a vague idea of at least the latitude range she was within. She stuck closer to the bones as she made her way through, in case she needed a shield from any living narwhal that might be patrolling the waters. It was unsafe to assume that even if she were recognized that she would not be attacked. The wall of a city, at last, came into her horizon, as did a structure that looked like some form of a small temple. She listened again and felt the song within her stronger when she reached out toward the little structure. Opening her eyes again she set her path for the giant swirling shells about the cave entrance. The taste of the water changed as she chose the path, sweeter, yet harsher. A swoop of white and the feel of water pushed out of the way grabbed her attention. It felt like it had originated behind her, and the way she saw the whale pass overhead agreed. There had been nothing of that sort behind nor around her anywhere, neither visually nor otherwise that she had sensed. Where had the narwhal come from? Nevertheless, it now came between her and the goal. A cold black eye regarded her from the pale skin before looping slowly around the temple entrance. A ghost? Living? Either way, here it could probably kill her if it chose. Her eye fell on a much smaller skeleton, definitely, selkie-sized. She allowed herself to sink toward them and explored. Her bones thrummed as she came closer, in the way that they did near the distant cousins rebuilding the village back at home. This skeleton then must be some relative. Kirsty had no idea where the knowledge came from to speak in her bones, but she felt the truth of it pierce her like a tusk. She saw a medallion around his neck, the chain miraculously still intact. Carefully she turned it over, wondering at the compulsion. Was he trying to tell her his story, even in death? Had he reincarnated yet? Was he trying to earn his sealskin and the other part of his soul and a place in selkie society like she was? No… He had been here for another but just as important a reason. Words came, but they were too garbled to hear. On the other side, she saw a carved picture that looked remarkably like a much younger Mrs. Kitsch. This then would have been the young man in her much-loved picture, the one she gave her surname to. And some relative, so what relation did that make her Lightkeeper to her through the mating? Kirsty left the medallion and wondered what and how to tell Mrs. Kitsch if she survived. Whatever brought him here, the only thing Kirsty could think of was that his absence and his purpose were the reason the now old Lightkeeper had stayed alone and patiently waited for his return. With so much salt in the water Kirsty did not notice the tear seep from her eye, nor did she notice the gentle swirl in the water as Mara guided this tear where she wished it to go. Nearby and also within the same ribcage she discovered another selkie skeleton. Broken ribs spoke of being rammed by something large, hard. Kirsty shivered, aware that this too was probably some relative, or at the very least someone from another family of similar circumstance. The cave felt considerably smaller. How many others would she find here, and how many species if she could take the time for the seeking? Clearly, the ribcages would not provide much protection if she had to use them. She removed her net from its place, taking it in her left hand as taught by the mers of the loch, and held her spear in her right. A whale, a large whale at that, was not a fish. Perhaps though, and just perhaps, she could use those skills to defend herself. With how the whale guarded the temple and made no effort to place himself to block the way toward the distant wall, it was clear the temple was definitely where she had to go. Kirsty slinked from grave to grave gently, paying her respects at each she passed. She waited, head lightly bowed, at each for any impressions, visions, or anything else. The others had tried various tactics, she could feel that, and with the dismembered state of some of the skeletons, it seemed that the brash way was not the correct way. No one remained with stories of the correct way though. The whales spoke of long passages, deep dives, births, and the joy of dancing with each other. The selkies spoke of their longings, their distractions, and their worries. It surprised her when she drew up before the giant swirling shell forming the door unassailed. The narwhal swooped by close, still watching her, and for a moment she thought he nodded. She waited and watched his stately passage in case he took offense to seeing her enter. After he passed she slipped through the open door.


 

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Selktember 2021 Prompt List

 

 Selktember 2021

Please use one or more of these tags when sharing your work!

#selktember #selktember2021

30 days of selkie related prompts.
Always in September.
Draw, paint, write, make music, any sort of art.

Some of us need a little time to prepare for something like Selktember, especially if someone ever decides that they want to do cosplay photography or something similar for their Selktember pieces. I started this thinking first about art and writing, remembered songs and music were a thing, so I have the hashtags open for any sort of creative Selktember offering.

 

Prompts

Below is the official prompt list I have created for this year.


  1. Seastacks

  2. Island

  3. Seal Skin

  4. Beaching

  5. Whale

  6. Secret

  7. Crystal

  8. Cave

  9. Carving

  10. Stone

  11. Seaweed

  12. Food

  13. Fishing

  14. Culture

  15. Dock

  16. Sailor

  17. Kraken

  18. Liminal

  19. Magic

  20. Seawitch

  21. Exploration

  22. Arctic

  23. Penguin

  24. Temperate

  25. Inland

  26. Descendant

  27. Return

  28. Stolen

  29. Tears

  30. Reunion

 

Official Rules

 

1. Please use one or more of these tags when posting and sharing your work!

#selktember #selktember2021

2. Any art of any kind you wish is welcome as long as it touches on selkies.

3. Do them all or focus on a few, there is no pressure. I myself might not be able to do one for each day within the month of September, depending on what my workload will be that month. No pressure.

4. If you are on DeviantArt submit your selkie work to @SelktemberGroup gallery in the Selktember 2021 folder.

5. Prompt suggestions to future years are welcome. Send them to THGStarDragonPublishing@gmail.com

 

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Seal photos used for the background overlay layers are sourced from Pixabay. For those unaware of what a selkie is, a selkie is a shapeshifter of Celtic origin. When wearing their sealskin or seal coat they are seals. They become human when they remove it. Other cultures also have their own sealfolk, and they are just as welcome to be represented in Selktember.


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Selkies' Skins 2: Chapter 20

This was first pushed to my Deviant Art Gallery for an entry in my #FlashFictionMonth2021 offerings. 

 


Welcome back to the story! If you don't wish to use the Selkies' Skin tag to find the entries, check the ToC on the Sticky Note at Dreamwidth. Story is mirrored to my LiveJournal, from my Dreamwidth, as well as on a dedicated site. For story news and more, subscribe to my Twitter (@AmehanaArashi) or go on Facebook and like either THG StarDragon Publishing or Selkies' Skins. As always, the main tag for the full story is selkies' skins and the tag for "Temple and Skinquest" is selkies' skins 2.

Book one (Castle and Well) of Selkies' Skins is available in entirety in ebook format as of March 16th, beginning at Smashwords. The print edition is now available on Amazon and Lulu with Samantha Buckley's stunning cover depicting Kirsty and the storm. An audio edition of the first book in the series narrated by Illya Leonov and now available on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible, with other venues pending. He has finished "Book of Seals: Pearls of Sea and Stone" which accompanies and precedes Selkies' Skins: Castle and Well. (click to hear what he sounds like in past recordings of other projects)

This scene may (most likely, there is some I'd like to add that would not fit in the word count) get rewritten, moved, or dropped when preparing the webnovel version for the print version.



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Selkies' Skins 2
Section 3: Emergence
Installment 50
Chapter 20
The Master Tome
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil


 Kirsty found herself emerging into a library once through the passage. She looked around the dimness, filled with the scent of old scrolls. How the paper, papyri, and parchment could survive underwater she wasn’t sure. On the same note, she could no longer tell if she were underwater or not. She moved a hand experimentally through the atmosphere surrounding her and noted the thickness and the thinness moving her fur. Was it both at once somehow? How?

 
 
With a flick of her tail she had the unsettling feeling of both legs and tail working at once, pulling her attention even thinner than it was. Ironically this also seemed to sharpen her attention to this point in time she experienced, lurching her stomach.
 
 
Her attention settled on a very large tome in the middle of the room that seemed to be made of a combination of all modes of inscription, shifting back and forth as it pleased, including seaweed paper and even stone tablets. It shifted slower under her gaze, yet not staying in any one form long. Refusing to, as if it were itself alive and cognizant of her intruding gaze.
 
 
Kirsty made her way toward the tome, drawn by the placement. As soon as she came in front of it a form solidified and looked disturbingly familiar. The brown fur of Father Ronan’s tome waited for her touch. This was clearly a different section of his sundered pelt as the markings were all wrong compared to the one from Caer Carrick’s library, but somehow she knew it was his all the same. Carefully she opened what she had come to know as “The Book of Seals.” Instead of the familiar yellowed parchment paper on land this paper was made of bleached seaweed.
 
 
“Father Ronan?” she asked softly “What are you doing here?”
 
 
“I am and I am not here, Child.” The familiar text spread across the blank page. “I also am not alone. As to what I am doing here, it is the same as I always have been. Chronicling. Sharing. Teaching. Waiting.”
 
 
“Several of us are here, not just someone of your species, Priestess.” Another hand spread across the page.
 
 
“At least one representative of each major sea species. Perhaps at some point others will join us when they feel ready,” a third and far more crabbed script scrabbled across the page.
 
 
“How?”
 
 
“We give part of ourselves. I, as you figured out already, gave my skin back to Her. This is the Master Tome. What you found in the library is another copy of my volume of the ‘Pearls of Sea and Stone,’ but currently only is keyed to what is needed for you since it originally went to Caer Carrick from my abbey. There are other copies bearing my fur, as I know you’ve already intuited.”
 
 
“Could I learn what I need to know about all of the species?” Kirsty leaned in, her fingers stroking hungrily at the edges. “And what about the herbology and lost potion secrets?”
 
 
“In theory.” All three wrote to her at once. “And over time. Not today though. You won’t have much time here.”
 
 
Kirsty looked around in confusion. Things looked like they should for a library. It was only then that she felt an oily aftertaste, felt it seeping into her fur and allowing frigid sullied water access to her skin. The room shifted and darkened. Books gave way to statues and the ghost of a drill bit lanced the floor and struck the heart of the sea. Screams of rage and fear filled the water and forms swam out from the city, her awareness filling the area in a moment as the point in time replayed itself.
 
 
A Triton reared in front of her between Man’s Lance and the Tome with shield and sword despite knowing such tools inadequate.
 
 
Time bent again. The city lay dead and quiet. Statues stood guarding the prize and waited around the Tome. The Tome waited, giant sized on a lectern while oil seeped and her mother’s blood still lingered in the water trying to overwrite and correct what had been done here. Kirsty’s eyes fell on the wounded skin of the planet, Mara’s waters seeping down into the elder sister as much as the oil seeped up, a mingling of blood. Her hand went to the broken metal.
 
 
“I need to find someone that can cap this right. I’m a water witch, not someone that knows how to make a bit of metal into a plug.”
 
 
“That you can do later back in the human realm. This tome needs moved. Mara bids it be you.” The statues’ gaze bored into Kirsty. The samebito regarded her with his shark eyes. “We will not be able to hold a filter much longer, and you were expected quite some time ago.”
 
 
Kirsty’s gaze went to the flat gaze of the samebito statue. The disapproval there struck deep. She was well aware that she was flailing about and had most likely made many mistakes in this process, and likely failing her tests. The added weight sank her heart. “Where to?” She struggled to keep strength in her voice. Somehow she could not abide the idea of seeming weak to the essences of the many other mer races.
 
 
“Mother Mara will guide you if you seek her.” His jaw set.
 
 
An octopus mer raised a tentacle and his weapon more to press against man’s influence. “You are already seeking her, make no more side trips. Be resolute. Take the book and go.”
 
Turning her eyes back to the Master Tome she discovered it had already closed. The size daunted her but she lifted it anyway to see if she could lift it, expecting it to remain in the lectern due to how heavy it had to be. To her surprise it came easily and even shrank to a size she could easily fit into her sporran. Kirsty slipped it in and surveyed the room. Her mother’s blood still struggled to correct the ocean around them.
 
 
“It’s not enough. There’s too much.” Her stomach turned again. Her eyes fell on a sharp rise in the middle of the lectern. Had it been there beneath the Master Tome the entire time? Her hand reached for the edge. A force drew her palm to rest lightly. A small incision, a little blood, a small offering of life force to preserve what could be saved. A promise to return.
 
Kirsty withdrew her palm and clenched her hand. A breath later she felt the planetary matrix activate, the lighting of the statues’ eyes and the crystals formerly unseen. A passage of light opened around her and a song wove somewhere at the end, the new location. Her flippers propelled her forward into the surf unbidden.
 
 
The room went dark again and the filter the statues held grew smaller, holding as best they could for physical care and for the one tasked with their own transport to eventually come.

 

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Flash Fiction Month Stories List!

  Flash Fiction Month is happening, and I have been working on catching up to it. You can read my flash fictions for free on my Deviant Art gallery. Views help boost me in the algorithm, if I understand things correctly. I will update this list to link to where you can read the flash fictions written for this month.

 

Flash Fiction Month 2021

 

  1. The Idols: Obsession, or safety? https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-1-The-Idols-884398326
  2. Rainbringer: When the rain runs dry, what happens when there is less to bring? https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-2-Rainbringer-884402495
  3. I Want Flames: Aging does not mean growing up. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-3-I-Want-Flames-885840121
  4. Wind and Stream: Experience the connection of a tree between her suitors. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-4-Wind-and-Stream-885848421
  5. I Just Want A Bed: No, really. I just want a bed! https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-5-I-Just-Want-a-Bed-886131751
  6. Sloth: Be careful what you program. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-6-Sloth-886138477
  7. Within Her Mirror: Snow White from the Magic Mirror's perspective. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-7-Within-Her-Mirror-886218522
  8. A) The Fae Bride: A Fairy bride and what a chance encounter means for her future groom. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-8-The-Fae-Bride-886230385
    B) They: Wander with a spirit that had never walked as human. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-8b-They-886338858
  9. Cloud In The Storm: The Cloud Maiden always wanders far, and sometimes she comes when called. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-9-Cloud-in-the-Storm-886233369
  10. Starstone City: Adventurers, a love triangle, and personality clashes. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-10-Starstone-City-886247909
  11. Providence: A half selkie shipwrecked encounters a full selkie family. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-11-Providence-886241301
  12. The Taste of People: A forest spirit speaks his mind https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-12-The-Taste-of-People-886149220
  13. You'll Be Mine: Loving? Obsessive? You get to make up your own mind about this Fae and his letter. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-13-You-ll-Be-Mine-886146025
  14. The Cloud Maiden's Shrine Origin: The Cloud Maiden chooses a home, and a priest to serve her. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-14-The-Cloud-Maiden-s-Shrine-Origin-886141083
  15. Wishing Cookies: Just a little bit of baking. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-15-Wishing-Cookies-886040849
  16. An Unusual Day In The Life of Sir Seb (or Sir Sebastion): When a villain is bad at being bad and it's the castle dragon that needs rescuing Sir Sebastion gets to clean up the mess. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-16-An-Unusual-Day-in-the-Life-of-Sir-Seb-885959154
  17. Temptations: In which I mock blouse ripper romance and shed a little light on certain aspects of the Temple of Mara that aren't so fun. Or is it just angst? https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-17-Temptations-886054881
  18. Who Summoned Me To Punch A Fish?: Teenagers, elder gods possessing tentacles, and wannabe gangs. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-18-Who-Summoned-Me-to-Punch-a-Fish-886057619
  19. Dragon And Hawk Reunite: A long flash forward for Ryu Take and BlowingWind Mountainchild from my Dragon Shaman books. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-19-Dragon-and-Hawk-Reunite-886209592
  20. Untethering The Dragon: When a spirit incarnates as a human but needs their powers there is always some sort of price. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-20-Untethering-The-Dragon-886335217
  21. The Cloud Dance: Your typical unruly princess, and the typical falling for a guard. The Cloud Maiden has plans for them https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-21-The-Cloud-Dance-886350253
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Spring Challenge is live at Dragon Hearts RPG

 THG StarDragon Publishing is pleased to forward this announcement from Dragon Hearts RPG, for which I write the challenges for.

 

 

Leprechauns and Clurichauns have returned, the gates to the land of the Fae flung wide upon the Tor deep within the forest. Rainbows abound as Spring begins her return. Find and visit them all to find out what sort of chaos exists today!

To celebrate the change in the seasons everyone has been given a "Lucky 2021 Clover" and "Equinox Crystal A 2021" visit your inventory to use them!

Also shenanigans is happening at the Coffee Empire and Thieves' Guild! Visit them in Rhian to see what's up!

 

www.dragonheartsrpg.com


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Valentines and Dragon Hearts

 Once again the day celebrating love of all kinds has come to Rhian and Dragon Hearts RPG. Fetu has a new henchman and they are celebrating their love of Love and Chocolate by stealing all the chocolate in the land.

There's only one thing to do. Help Cupid fix the mess. www.dragonheartsrpg.com

For those that have not heart of the game Dragon Hearts is an intentionally somewhat quirked browser role play with both game generated and player generated content. There are challenges that are official game play, and then there is the chat for player content.

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Haiku: Fog

My first haiku of Haiku Month!


Fog

Frigid encased
 
crystal suspended in the
 
expectant expanse

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