Price of Honor | Part One
They posted me to the northern watchroad just outside of the Outlook. It is not grand work, but at least it’s honest. Better than...
6 days ago
The Pining Frost | Final Letter
I found Saelith.
She stood at the heart of the clearing past trees that had become contorted by the dark. Saelith was barefoot upon...
Apr 9
The Pining Frost | Part Six
There is still no sign of Saelith.
Not the sound of her footsteps, nor the warmth of her voice.
I followed her prints until they staggered, one step sinking deep into the black soil as if she lost her stride, but then a few paces further the shapes become... Wrong.
Mar 27
The Pining Frost | Part Five
Feathers lie scattered, frozen within the skies forever locked in a motionless descent. Then, deeper still, I found a kilmei...
Mar 17
The Pining Frost | Part 4
Saelith has gone.
Not a foot print, nor signs of struggle within our homestead. There was only a thin trail of frost leading toward...
Mar 6
Lost Ragne Letter 3 - The Pining Frost
For several nights now, she has risen from our bed and wandered beyond the edges and outskirts of Ragne. She does not wake when I call her name. Her feet carry her as if sleepwalking, but always to the north, toward the quiet edge of the woods where the frost covers the trees. I followed once, but the cold grew thick in my lungs choking the air from my chest, and the dark pressed too close, obscuring my vision until I lost sight of her. When I returned, she was already back a
Feb 27
Lost Ragne Letter 1 - The Pining Frost
To anyone who finds this, If I don’t write these things down, I fear they’ll freeze inside my chest before I ever manage to tell her. Her name is Saelith. She laughs like warm swirling rivers and braids tiny bird bones into her hair for luck. She smells of cedar, smoke, and crushed spearmint, and every time she looks at me, I forget the shape of my own two hands. I had planned to give her a charm this turning of the seasons. Nothing supremely grand, just a piece of silver in
Feb 22
