((Sorry for the delay! Job applications >_< )) Again, OakHeart moved closer—a lightning pulse where his wing pressed ever so lightly against her side, the heat that that heralded his touch, like the slow breath of summer. Astarte stood still, as it seemed was her body’s chosen way. In time, it would...

It had been a while since she’d read a poem aloud, and it still felt like a small magic—the weighted pause, the change in the air, the small catch in time as she shook herself free of the paper and ink and looked up, grinning, at her friends. Aura Sidra had the most—interesting?—look on her face, b...

In his reply, in the slight easing of his manner and carriage, she saw some relief—and she was glad of it, glad if any part of her played any part at all. She’d not noticed, however, any change in her own bodily language, or how easily the stallion noted its minutiae with the same care as she’d giv...

Astarte filed the titles away in her mind as they walked—each new to her, though the echoes of their possible subject matters rang familiar. Balance, healing, realm-walking and windcraft, perhaps. The Wild Hunt she’d heard only from fragments Sive had mentioned with affected lightness; the girl did...

The glass tolled as AuraSida’s nose brushed against it, a low, pleasant tone—the glass shifted again, into a more focused map of the touched area. Enchantment, read the scrolling letters. The subsections flickered in a list on either side—Beguilement, Psychometrics, Parapsychology, Theories of Mind...

She’d brought them wonder, it seemed, and she was glad of it. To give back something for the wild magic on the shore, the shifting of the earth and the coloring of the sky, for the desert that had bloomed for a moment on a sea of green. A collection of books and the room that held them—however ench...