Part the first.

[cielamara]

The sky was a dim gray-gold, muting the brilliant early harvest hues of the barley fields that stretched out before her. As the wind gusted, Aline pulled her shawl tighter about her shoulders; it was getting colder by the day, despite the second harvest having scarcely finished. Colder, yes, and the rains were more frequent. It was going to be a

Comments

[jessycat_techie]

I like it. More?

[cielamara]

Indeed there will be more. Possibly tonight.

[aztec_jaguaress]

Nice to see you writing again!!

I skimmed through it, but will come back to read the whole thing later tonight :)

I need to start writing, but my writing muse is dormant, probably too much photography going on for me >.>;

[cielamara]

Hey, any creativity is good creativity.

I just noticed you weren't on my flist anymore. I have no idea how or when that happened. *puzzled* Either way, welcome back to the birdcage. :D

[aztec_jaguaress]

Thanks hun :D

I also agree with you on creativity, only thing keeping me from going out to work on my photography is the winter weather.. Too much snow up in the mountains to drive up there and such, ah well.

[sapphirevampire]

Tormentor! *waits for next installment*

[cielamara]

Well, if my Valentine asks for it, I shall make it happen. :D