This follows on from A Dream of Bees.

They reached the manse a little before noon.  It was built in a nook below the ridgeline, surrounded by trees above and beside it that reached down the slope to border the meadow where several horses and a cow grazed.  Of the buildings there was the manse itself, a barn, what looked like a woodshed and an ( Read more... )

I wrote this from ysabetwordsmith's sixth prompt.

She was standing in a field of short flowers and grass.  The flowers grew on mounded plants that barely passed her ankle, golden-centred ruffles of white and red combined.  Bees flew from flower to flower in a pattern that seemed to go with a tune she could hear in the back of her ear.  Sometimes the flower stalks ( Read more... )

This is written to ysabetwordsmith's first prompt.  It follows on from Unexpected Rewards.

Tarascotti’s wives were taking him to a Trideian manse for the winter.  They were travelling by horseback which he found an agreeable luxury, he could rarely afford a horse’s upkeep and would rather keep the coin aside for the lean times anyway.  Priestesses, it seemed, had ( Read more... )

This story comes after a sequence of stories that I wrote in the 30 days of flash fiction about a goblet being exchanged for a princess.  This occurs to one of the goblet couriers some time later.

Tarrascotti woke up, which was surprising given how much of his last memory was made up of rabid bear.  He felt sore all over, which was probably not ( Read more... )