That might be a better land of death and a better way to go than the one the young woman sitting in her cozy room had seen. Erin Solstice’s blanket was checkered, squares of color cut and stitched together to make a quilted cover…on top of four other sheets.
A twisted lump of blackened mithril was a paperweight. An acid jar labeled ‘not ink’ sat on one corner of her desk, and she had two books she’d been meaning to read propped up there. At this moment, Erin Solstice sat in a wheelchair across from a third table with no chair on the other end. But there was a third chessboard sitting on it.
Erin had all this space because she’d done away with the wardrobe and vanity that Lyonette insisted upon having in her room. A dresser did fine for Erin, and she had a hand-mirror. Plus, even Lyonette couldn’t fit all her things and Mrsha’s gifts and possessions without some strife.
Erin had all this space because she’d done away with the wardrobe and vanity that Lyonette insisted upon having in her room. A dresser did fine for Erin, and she had a hand-mirror. Plus, even Lyonette couldn’t fit all her things and Mrsha’s gifts and possessions without some strife.
Erin had all this space because she’d done away with the wardrobe and vanity that Lyonette insisted upon having in her room. A dresser did fine for Erin, and she had a hand-mirror. Plus, even Lyonette couldn’t fit all her things and Mrsha’s gifts and possessions without some strife.
Erin had all this space because she’d done away with the wardrobe and vanity that Lyonette insisted upon having in her room. A dresser did fine for Erin, and she had a hand-mirror. Plus, even Lyonette couldn’t fit all her things and Mrsha’s gifts and possessions without some strife.
Erin had all this space because she’d done away with the wardrobe and vanity that Lyonette insisted upon having in her room. A dresser did fine for Erin, and she had a hand-mirror. Plus, even Lyonette couldn’t fit all her things and Mrsha’s gifts and possessions without some strife.
Of late, Erin had heard the mother-daughter duo was having…difficulties sharing the room. Mrsha having to put away her things and the two having their own space and sharing one bed was getting tougher. Mrsha sometimes resented having a mother telling her what to do in her room. Her mother sometimes regretted a little Gnoll girl rolling over and axe-kicking her in the face in her sleep.
Of late, Erin had heard the mother-daughter duo was having…difficulties sharing the room. Mrsha having to put away her things and the two having their own space and sharing one bed was getting tougher. Mrsha sometimes resented having a mother telling her what to do in her room. Her mother sometimes regretted a little Gnoll girl rolling over and axe-kicking her in the face in her sleep.
Of late, Erin had heard the mother-daughter duo was having…difficulties sharing the room. Mrsha having to put away her things and the two having their own space and sharing one bed was getting tougher. Mrsha sometimes resented having a mother telling her what to do in her room. Her mother sometimes regretted a little Gnoll girl rolling over and axe-kicking her in the face in her sleep.
And what the air smelled like was the earth of her mother’s garden, the scent of flowers. Erin looked down at the petals and pollen scattered on the floor of her room.
Shaestrel of the fae sat cross-legged on the chess board. When she moved a piece, it was with a finger, and a tiny jet of wind slid a piece exactly where she wanted. Erin frowned as a queen went a-hunting and stole a pawn. Then she saw the trap and moved a knight into position.
Shaestrel of the fae sat cross-legged on the chess board. When she moved a piece, it was with a finger, and a tiny jet of wind slid a piece exactly where she wanted. Erin frowned as a queen went a-hunting and stole a pawn. Then she saw the trap and moved a knight into position.
