I own troubled truth:
There will never be
Between myself and
Those termed “neighbor”.
Gilded ideals I admire were
Sensible once upon a time, 44 more words
The adventurers begin searching their vessel for any advantage in their current plight. They sought weapons, armor, food, supplies. They find themselves adrift in the Ocean of Storms, with only the guiding hand of the touchstone moving them toward or away from shaped land. 519 more words
Harpies are one of my favourite mythical creatures, next to Sirens. Granted, the two are often mixed up, but there is something fascinating about hybrids, especially those with wings! 387 more words