Chronicles of Rhyl'lyn: Newcomers“Well, that was impressive,” said the twelve-year-old girl with a heavy dose of sarcasm to the large man staring at the closed door in front of them. She shot him a highly unimpressed look. “If only you hadn't told the farmers we were Black Ravens, maybe they would have let us stay the winter.”
The tall bear of a man – though he was still not as large as her father – turned around and regarded his niece with a mix of defeat and annoyance. “Well, if they won't have us as we are, we won't have them as they are. Fie on this farm, I say! A shame upon Northerners, for showing such lack of hospitality!” Just as he'd said about the last five farms they'd stopped by. That was a lot of shame on Northern hospitality.
“Because Black Raven raids couldn't possibly have anything to do with it,” she remarked dryly. Her uncle didn't respond, instead grabbed her and started on the path back to their mounts. Once far enough
Chronicles of Rhyl'lyn: Curious HumansDespite how tired and frozen he'd been, Rhyl'lyn woke up four hours later, fully rested. The curse of being a drow in a house full of humans, especially considering that he didn't know the first thing about cooking should he get hungry. His body's immediate need was the opposite, however, so he fled into the room that Adam had shown him before and emerged from it again a minute later. He looked around for some clean water to wash his hands with, but there was nothing. That was something he'd have to talk to Adam about, or rather, Lilith. Adam seemed pretty useless when it came to domestic affairs.
He put his shirt on but avoided his boots and cloak as they were still wet. Instead he wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. Four hours would be a long time to wait with nothing to do, and like most drow he didn't have the patience for that. The wind howled even more than when he'd gone to sleep, and a part of him wondered what a snowstorm looked like. There were many sights the surface h
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Dark Waters Part One
, Tales of Affaria
Freja looked out of the window and sighed. It was a hot summer's day and the town streets were busy with the day to day hustle and bustle that never seemed to end. She had grown up in the port town and knew its every street and corner like the back of her hand, but in her heart she knew she had never truly belonged there. She longed for open spaces, woods and grass planes, not the heavy noise that ringed in her ears day after day. As Freja watched the many different faces go about their business outside her window she remembered the conversation she had had the previous night with the postmaster's daughter Alicia.
Alicia had come to Freja's house to collect the new dress that she had been making for her forthcoming wedding to Regis a handsome young harbor guard. He and Alicia had been for a picnic the previous day and he had told her about the newcomers that had sailed into port that morning. There was always new faces sailing i