All that silver bleeding in the shallows -
and your ankles sunk in it, melded and wet
as if it were your star-blood, star-girl,
as if you were wounded but still laughing
because you were made of light -
that was just the moon, wasn't it?

And here's the other one. Written right after the last one, as you can probably tell ( Read more... )

Well, just finished the last Christmas story and got a start on the Christmas Posery, so I'm back to doing challenges for my own amusement. ;D I did two just this afternoon, which may bode well for the last week before departure. *cautious poke ( Read more... )

And ... we're back to fae again.

Inyamenna appears to have been possessed by the evil spirit of Binnilinde. I really must exorcise her and get her a personality of her own before it's too late *horror chord*

( Inya and the Intruder - 1,500 wd. )