Literature & Writing

Chilly Autumn Day A chill autumn air ruffled the sheer curtains over the kitchen window, gentler than the gusty sigh that left the mhoat working at the counter directly in the path of the breeze. Bleet always felt a twinge of melancholy during this Slumbering Feast season, nostalgia for a time years ago, and the memories of familial warmth that she knows were never quite as intense or true as her mind seems to recall. Despite having carved out a much warmer, gentler life for herself ...