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Medved' Beis II- Chapter 2It was almost frightening to Kaelin how easy returning to her old life as a humble seamstress was, working for room and board in the home of the Vienn family. She thought some part of last summer’s ordeal had changed her, ideally for the better. Perhaps she'd learned to stand up for herself against the judgmental girls she lived with, or be more confident in her abilities as a budding artist. Instead, with the darkness of winter came a stagnation and a compliancy that seemingly slipped Kaelin into a winter sleep along with the Medved’ Beisov.
When spring arrived, with all its tumultuous implications, Kaelin hoped to see a return to the vibrancy and tenacity that had saved her life when bargaining for it last year. Instead she was gripped with doubt, fear, and a crippling disappointment in herself.
After her self-reflective conversation with Matilda by the well, Kaelin found a part of herself tentatively returning to the light. Her father, the possibility of seeing him again
Medved' Beis- Chapter 12Ruyak was dizzy with fear as he listened to the slow, muted steps approach the workroom. He heard Kaelin scrambling back into the urn, and he stopped breathing as his mother’s bemused face appeared in the doorway.
It isn’t Kadu. A tiny flutter of relief tried to burn some of the tension out of his muscles, but it failed. He stood frozen as he watched Datee glance around the room.
Without speaking, Datee stepped over the threshold and reached for the Adinen lying on the floor nearby.
“I came to speak to you about this,” said Datee as she studied the incomplete amulet in her hand. “This doesn’t look like the design you showed me.”
“I-I know...” said Ruyak hesitantly. He forced himself to turn towards his mother and assemble a less suspicious expression.
Datee’s brown eyes were skeptical as she looked sideways at her son. Her delicate, round ears turned to point into every corner of the room, and Ruyak swallowed nervously.
Night Life: Chapter 8The following days passed in a confused blur. Even after he'd decided that he wasn't delusional and there was in fact a miniature girl living under his dresser, Nick still couldn't quite wrap his mind around it. The more he wondered about his never-ending questions, the more his head hurt.
Unfortunately, Ziana was almost no help in answering those questions.
It was difficult to get so much as a one-word answer from her, and when she did grace him with her voice, it was in an unsurprisingly snappy manner. And in every case, she knew it would result in the reward of a meal. Afterwards, she'd become silent until hunger got the better of her again. It was discouraging, but Nick at least acknowledged that the method led to some of his curiosities being satisfied.
He quickly learned that asking certain questions would result in her falling totally silent, even if she was hungry. Before long, he knew better than to ask "What are you?" or "Where are you from?" or "What happened to you before?"
Larger Than Life Ch 5Larger Than Life
I watched this fox for a good ten minutes. Assuming that there was just something mentally wrong with it, I turned to head back to my room. And, of course, as soon as I decide that, the fox bolts into the woods. That grace you would normally see in their run seemed to missing, like it was in a rush. Allowing my curiosity to get the best of me, I left the sink and made my way out to the back porch.
I sat down on the steps, focusing on being as quiet as humanly possible. I waited for about ten minutes, the only sound being the song of the frogs and crickets. I had become fairly immersed in the sound around me, so when the nocturnal song was silenced by the sudden reappearance of the fox as it burst from the brush; I was caught by surprise and snapped my head in its direction with a soft curse.
Hearing my voice, the fox stopped dead in its tracks and looked me straight in the eye. As it brought its head up, I saw something hanging from its jaws. I looked and l
Medved' Beis II- Chapter 3Snow fell with a soft, ceaseless hiss outside Terenti’s cabin door, where he stood with his hand on the scruff of his dog Dimoka's neck. His fingers clutched the dark brown fur tightly, holding Dimoka fast as the animal strained against him, sniffing the thin morning air. Normally, Terenti would let his dog go and track down whatever had aroused her curiosity, but something was different. Something was wrong.
“You smell something strange, don’t you Dimoka?” Terenti whispered, just barely louder than the snakelike murmurs of wind and snow.
Dimoka whined in response, twisting in an attempt to free herself, before she suddenly froze and pricked her ears.
Somewhere out in the white forest, distant, faint, and eerie as anything Terenti had ever heard, came the rumble of thunder.
Or... was it voices?
Terenti was all too aware of how far he was from any other people. It had taken him three days to get to this rugged hut from his central cabin, which was itself a two da
Holding Collette: Chapter ThreeHolding Collette: Chapter Three
Several weeks went by and the two continued to text back and forth. Dallas was nervous that by admitting he was lonely that the stranger would stop talking to him, but the following morning his heart was set at ease as he turned on his phone to see if Collette had texted him back.
I’m lonely too. So much that I bet you couldn’t even understand.
He wanted to sing. This girl…she hadn’t laughed at him or told him to cheer up. For weeks, even days after his mother had passed so many of his friends had told him to get over it or understand that death is simply another part of life. Like he didn’t know that. But it was one thing to preach and listen, it was quite another to go through such a hardship. Collette’s answer had pleasantly surprised him, and even his father had asked him, “what the hell are you smiling about?” when he saw him a few days later.
It was ama
Medved' Beis II- Chapter 9Ruyak glanced around at the panicking villagers, himself torn between amusement and pity. He raised an eyebrow at a man with a small cartload of jarred fruits as a few of his stock bounced out and began rolling away in different directions over the mud. At first the merchant scrambled to recapture the runaways, then he seemed to rethink his priorities and ended up abandoning the whole cart.
“Standing around like this seems… counter-productive,” Ruyak said, his face twisted between a concerned frown and an entertained smirk as the man ran away.
“That depends on what we’re trying to accomplish.”
“Well, I was rather hoping to make a point," Kaelin replied slowly from her perch on top of Ruyak's shoulders, “but I wasn’t expecting this much hysteria. I thought most people would still be in their houses.”
Suddenly a small child ran out into the middle of the chaos, looking frightened and confused. She stopped
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