#duskbreak

[mia-hilda]

oh what a dusty burden / that nectar and that pollen like Atlas with the heavens on the back of their heads what if they should falter / and shrug their little shoulders? well time, she’d pass all the same 🐝

hey you. it’s mi, a.

call me Mia Hildegard! i make a lot of lil things for fun in my spare time but my day job is being a perennial pinniped lover 🦭 also also also:

⚔️ I own a sword called Marianne

☀️ tarot-style art of me by the astounding @hoshizoralone!

📝 sideblogs: @records-of-transmisogyny, @hellsite-weekdays

🌍 i also made @miku-earth (view it online at miku.earth!)

this blog was previously: @peregrin-nook, @mira-hildegard

I'm writing a novel! Parts of it are ready to read!

Verdigris was no more. It had receded, and in its place shone earthen copper, sharp and purposeful, and a flicker of blue and a speck of red had departed into the handle. But there was no mark on my hand. The skin had not broken. “Good,” said Grace, and her eyes were wide.

Witch and Duskbreak is a 'fantasy' which does its best to tell a tale of joy, responsibility, papal embezzlement, forgiveness, being Seen, really cool knives, and the question: why are we gathered? I think the plot is fun and my beta readers have praised the prose a decent amount, so… please ask if you're interested to be a beta reader!

[johnwaterstrike]

Fire and disappearances

The room was quiet, the only sound was the faint breath of John as he slept.  One glove hand rested on Kit’s book for a moment before the sounds of shouting came through the open window.  His eyebrows winkles, muttering for Bandit to shut up, he tries to turn over and go back to sleep.  More shouting and screams about fire finally rouses John from his bed in a rush.  He grabs his shirt from the back of his chair, pulling it on quickly as he makes his way to the door of his room, and hopefully not break his toes on the chair while doing so.

It look like he wasn’t the only one pull from his bed, following the others as they head out of the house.  John could just make out smoke and fire near Raubahn’s Salute.  Tanya came up behind him, “What’s going on?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” he says, frowning.  He could hear the others murmuring on what might be going on.  “I should go and see if they need help,” he adds, only to be caught by his ear.  “Owowowow!”

“No, you’re going back to bed.  Samuel told me you over extended yourself during training yesterday,” Tanya said.  She nods her head to the others before pushing her little brother back into the Duskbreak.  “You need rest and I’m sure we’ll hear all about it in the morning.

It was several hours that things began to become even more strange.  Word that Lady Ann’s room was empty and that escape paths had been found.  He was about to pearl Evening Fist when words from the other people in the area said that a headless lalafell’s body was found in the ashes of the storage shed.  He worried his lip, hoping and praying to the Gods that it was a rumor, and wondering if he should head over there to see if his gift could be used to find out what might have happen and bring closure to whoever’s family that they belong too.

Yet, deep down...with Ann disappearing and the body, “Gods above...I hope it isn’t Lady Ann.”