Mora’s day started like any other. She flung open the balcony doors and stepped out to greet the new day. There was a slight mist in the air, a coldness to suggest the moving of seasons. “Good morning, my friends!” She said brightly and stooped to look at the pots of flowers and plants which … More A simple gift?
A tale from Mora’s adventures in Briarhaven. After being involved in a battle to defend the village against an attack from The Pretender King, Mora is left unconscious and beaten, a glancing injury from one of the King’s poisoned darts having introduced poison into her body. Mora was plunged into darkness. Debilitating cold and … More Mora struggles back
Each word travels over my skin like the searching caress of your fingers. Your warm breath’s “I love you” on my ear squeezing my heart tight, Igniting my passionate response, gasping as your lips move to my neck. Here is my place of calm comfort. Standing in your closeness I feel invincible. Here, wrapped … More Your touch…
Mora flew as fast as possible back to the village. The guards on the gate jumped at the whoosh of air as she flew, but then relaxed when they saw it was only her. They were well used to the comings and goings of the strange fairy. She cleared the walls and landed in the … More Everything has a use.
Mora felt the roof tiles cold under her feet as she sat on the roof of her home, skirts tucked under her, her face turned out to sea. The plantive cry of snipe echoed around the village as it flew towards the woods. She watched it as it flew past, its loneliness shared by her. … More There is always something new to learn… even for a fairy.
Mora took herself to the library and slipped through the door as quietly as she could. Closing the door behind her, she leaned back against it and let out a breath as she looked all around her. There were books and scrolls to work her way through. She might have asked someone for guidance, but … More Sometimes having a little information, is less help than having none at all! (Continued from Briarhaven)
Mora gathered some late sunflowers from the pot outside her door. She opted to walk to the market rather than fly and pushed open the gates at the bottom of the stairs. As she tried to walk out, the gate was pushed back into her face. She pushed the gate back harder and stepped out, … More Something strange in the village – A tale from Briarhaven
