Sagas, Short story, Weekend

Soon the season.

The feel of it sits upon the air, that time where all is still and quiet. Where reflection can be done and the to and fro of that which seems in every moment to be of importance, stops and huddles in its place. The wood is being collected, the meat all stored and salted and the final harvest will soon be reaped as we wait for it to come. Continue reading “Soon the season.”

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Lore, Sagas

The walls.

The walls sang along with echoes as the folk would sing, to hope and joy the darkness had always been driven away. Names lay carved into the walls and their foundations, along the sides of every house and inscribed inside the waters of the fountains. Names of those lost in times before, of those who laid the stone and those who wrought it from the quarries and carved it into shape. Continue reading “The walls.”