“Oh jeez, darling, you a young’un? Not many can charm a Dryad. We may not be old, but even for us, that level of dense is silly. Be nice to her now. Your scaring the child.” Both Tristain and I reply together. ““Huh?”” The trader snickers. The Bearfolk puts a hand… erm…
Author’s Note: I had to rewrite this chapter because it was too violent. It’s definitely not young child safe, but it’s also a slight departure from how under-whelmingly violent things have been thus far. Please take note. “Wuuuahh!!!!” Tristain flails in my arms and scrambles to escape my grasp. Not wanting to let him
Greetings! I’m about to commission another image, specifically, the cover for the book, when it is published. To that end, I am looking for scene ideas, although I already have one: – Scene: “Gaia” tree (giant tree) surrounded by flowers, with a doorway hewn in the center, two main character pensively coming out.
“Huh?” I stared blankly. “Or did I getcha wrong? Is dat how ya eat one whole?” He pointed at Tristain, who was sleeping in my arms. I looked down at Tristain and smiled. “I wouldn’t eat Tristain, he is my precious food source, after all.” “Huh. Well, ya’ make me a momen’
We camped out well within eyesight of the front gates, but no one paid us any mind. We watched as people went outside and brought back game. The bears were the only dangers we had faced so far, but among the animals we had seen so far, there had been much more variety. There had
“No.” He looked at me with a very serious face. It was one that told me there was no lie in his words. “I would not. Nor would I find some place to just drop Mika off.” He sighed, and looked back towards Mika. “But this is your choice. I won’t try to force you
“… Mom?” Mika squinted a bit, trying to place the woman in front of her. As she got closer, I noticed why her stomach was bulging. I could hear a second heartbeat. I held Tristian’s arm a bit tighter. Something about this situation worried me. Humes were particularly attached to their clothes. They held their
Shortly after the dawn on the second straight day of walking, we came to a clearing. Off to one side , we could see walls, much like what Angry Food and Tristain had built, but with the fallen trees standing upright instead of on their sides. These walls also had some sort of structure on
“Huh?!” Food looked at me dumbfounded. Tristain had a worried look on his face. “I’m afraid you’d accidentally kill me.” That was nonsense, he is the food source. No sense in killing that. “Let’s just get going to the nearest village… I don’t want to live here with two very… disturbing… ug, let’s
I kept looking around, checking my back and my front, then played with the knots on my hips. To be fair, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just weird. Also, it tickled a bit. I followed the top edges around my hips again. It was strange, and I was frustrated. “Foooood, ah, erm, Tristaaaaaaaaain… this