Friday, August 29



Birdsan Weezles said...

Hoo-boy, ja. Dot iz Dollz all ofer. Und very vell done ... tenkz for scharing!

Emilly Orr said...

*She blinks and stops digging in the small Avarian cave, a much-abused sickle in one hand, a chunk of raw copper ore in the other.

*Single chill shivers down her spine, a breath of cool air, perhaps, or the memory of a single taloned finger.

*She shakes her head impatiently--memory and nostalgia, they play these tricks at times--and moves farther in to the cave, towards the glowing mushrooms. She's nearly tapped the vein near the cave opening...*