Originally posted April 15, 2012.
“So what do I do?” He couldn’t help but betray his common roots, she knew, or his American upbringing, but here and now, it rankled.
Originally written March 8, 2012, as a belated birthday present for my mother. It’s about a magical moment.
The forest was still that day.
Their walk took them further and further out past the stem of Aereaxera , past dozens and dozens of the little hezzai-ai and several other fascinating creatures. Cartwright stopped three times to gather plant bundles, which he hung off of his pack till he began to look like a sort of walking herbery.