I wrote this to ysabetwordsmith's prompt " From the Angels setting: a forgotten holiday."

Tala found Lasrial sitting morosely on a rock on the edge of their practice ground.  The older angel was usually serious and solemn but today he drooped.  The shades of the dead that thronged Thaladneth’s halls usually ignored the angels but they were crowded around ( Read more... )

I wrote this to kunama_wolf's prompt "Tala/the swordlords - "Three turns of the tide""

The convocation of the gods was over and the participants had dispersed to their home demesnes.  Tala had taken Warial’s advice and kept her speculations to herself but she had continued to speculate and once the Thirteenth Swordlord and his small retinue had returned home ( Read more... )

I wrote this to kunama_wolf's prompt, "More on the world with the angels. Tala?"

The convocation of the gods was a great thing even if no-one else knew what the gods discussed behind their closed doors, not even the angels who had accompanied them from their own domains to this great meeting place.  The angels waited outside the bounds of the meeting in their ( Read more... )

I wrote this to ysabetwordsmith's first prompt.

“There are angels,” explained Lasrial, “and there are vard.  Angels are servants of the gods.  It’s what we’re created for.  We have free will, a desire to serve, a propensity to support the functioning of the universe and a talent for singing.  The vard are miniatures of their masters, the Vardmasters.”

“Wait, those ( Read more... )

I wrote this to kunama_wolf's prompt.  It follows on from Might Have Beens.

Tala was returning home with the Third Swordlord’s reply to her master’s message when she came across the fight on the borders of her master’s demesne.  Angel versus vard, one on one, with spears.  Tala didn’t recognise the brown winged angel but she did recognise her master’s symbol ( Read more... )

I wrote this to Anonymous' prompt.

Tala was sitting on a bench outside the entrance to the Third Swordlord’s sanctum.  She had delivered her master’s message and the Third Swordlord had sent her out here to wait for his response.  From here she could see everything that was going on in the great, open hall.  She assumed either the Third Swordlord ( Read more... )

I wrote this to ysabetwordsmith's first prompt.  I may have to work on getting shorter ideas...

“And Lasrial,” the darkly clad angel who had already turned to pursue his divine master’s orders paused and turned back to listen to the rider that was being added to them, “when you have finished, return here and spend some time with your new sister.  I believe it ( Read more... )

I wrote this in response to aldersprig's eighth prompt.  It is the same world as 'Forewarning' and ' Choices and Consequences'.  It overlaps with the second story.

“I’m afraid that you’re not quite what we’re looking for,” the Choirmaster said regretfully, his wings held tightly behind his shoulders, their great white feathers only visible where the folded ( Read more... )