Oh you can’t go home again,
because you never truly left,
the roots planted so deep,
as a heart inside your chest.
You are how you began,– The Mouse, The Witch, and the Window, 421 E.R.
so much as how you grew,
and if you think this less,
look to the diamond’s truth.
A Scratch at the Door
Jovan 3rd, 1 S.R.
♫ “O’ Laeune twas a ghostly watcher,
high ‘bove the rollin’ moor,
an’ two riders there were a ridin’,
come to the mountains’ door.” ♫
Katrisha ignored a bard in the square behind her, but not without a twinge of recognition to the song. She tried to keep her attention on the duel a young woman had arranged against two guardsmen, and a knight. Sadie, it seemed had less qualms about cheating in her fight.
The girl wasn’t even trying to win. Glancing to Leta as she showed off. No, it was far too familiar, to how she had looked to a princess some years before. Katrisha rubbed her eyes. She’d let that go. She tried to focus on the match.Continue reading “VI:40 – A Scratch at the Door”