“You have a gift, child. The only ones who understand it are the Scribes here in the temple, it’s—” Derryn cut her grandmother off, anger flaring up once more.
As they walked, Derryn stole glimpses of some of the small rooms along the hallway– mostly sleeping quarters, though she saw what appeared to be small studies every now and then, with figures hunched over simple writing desks. None of the figures looked up to mark the group’s passing, instead engrossed in the ink and parchment before them. Keep on reading!
The doors opened to reveal a hall much larger than she expected, adorned with metal sconces, tile mosaics on the walls, and pale cobbled stone on the floor, replacing the hard earth from the tunnel. Most remarkably, however, was what she saw in in the center of the hall: a long stone walkway that led to the center of a lake that seemed to glow with a strange light, it’s surface so still it could have been glass. Keep on reading!
Wordlessly, they finished caring for the horses and set off deeper into the caves, moistness from the cave eventually giving way to dryer stone tunnels that wound deeper into the earth. This is farther into the hills than I’ve ever dared to come, who would have known there was a network of caves out here…she thought as she picked her way carefully through the path her grandmother seemed to find without trouble. Keep on reading!
When I was a child, my parents would often scold me for zoning out and daydreaming. I would lose myself looking out the window or up at the sky while taking our dog for a walk. I was enchanted by the depth of the sky, the way the clouds caught the light of the sun some days and grew dark and rumbling the next. The way the weather shifts and flows has always seemed like a sort of magic to me…and I’m not the only one! The weather features heavily in many myths around the world. Here are some different beliefs about a few of my weather patterns: