Motley Manes: Chapter IChapter I
Tea in the Garden of White
The moonlit path led deeper and deeper into the ever thickening wood, as young Carol, a girl no older than fourteen years of age, ran as fast as her legs would carry her. This was especially difficult, as the long, green hoop skirt dress she wore made her able to do little more than shuffle briskly. And her long, flowing red hair created some degree of wind resistance. But on she went, as the tiny pixies in front of her beckoned for her to follow them, deeper and deeper into the wood.
And as she proceeded down the softly lit dirt path, she could make out glowing fungi and tiny animals scampering into the brush at the sound of her approach. On and on she went, deeper and deeper into the wood, her tiny guides continuing to beckon her. And as they beckoned her they darted about, like so many fireflies in the night. In the distance she could make out a clearing. Hurriedly she rushed toward it, certain of what awaited her there.
As she approached the air
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Adam rolled his shoulders back, shifting the weight of the bag situated on them. The bag was full of various supplies that he had decided he’d need along the way. Firestarters, dried meats, deerskin canteens full of water, and garden variety herbs had been carefully loaded into the leather bag in preparation for the long journey that he wasn’t sure he’d ever return from.
“Last stop before there’s no turning back,
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In From the Cold
It was winter in the valley. It was always winter in the valley. She didn’t much mind the winter, excepting when the chill wind stirred the snow to life, bringing it barrelling through the valley like a howling mad wolf. She was made for winters deeper and longer than any the valley had seen in decades. Her family had lived through the dark and the cold for generations going back into the Darkest Years, when they say the sun never rose in the northern country. She had dug trenches to the barn for milking goats in winters harsher than this.
It was the loneliness that scared Bartleby.
(Mother used to call you Bee.)
Three years ago—give or take; she couldn’t know to the day, she hadn’t known the days after the first month of isolation—she had been blindfolded and bound; prayers said over her head in the sacred language, and she had been taken. Days of riding, water poured between her lips between the tea