Fantasy

The Fey Bride of Elfland
Chapter Six – Part One
Trouble Not of My Wife

I actually never thought of fey as having a focus on work. The representations of them were usually of play, usually mischievous fun, and not doing what people considered work. Rabbit was a dancer, and did put her thoughts on her movements. My comment to her about going up to the Vegan Tower after she fell asleep met her approval, as she accepted that I would be focused on my occupation as well.

The Fey Bride of Elfland
Chapter Five – Part One
Of Astronomy and My Wife

I was looking at my wife when Annie returned to our apartment. I assured my slave that I was fine, had her speak of the work in the kitchen, then wished her a good night. While Annie spoke of being very tired, I found myself fascinated by the one who was already asleep.

The Fey Bride of Elfland
Chapter Four – Part Two
The Home of My Wife

The Fey Bride of Elfland
Chapter Four – Part One
The Home of My Wife

The Fey Bride of Elfland
Chapter Three – Part Two
From this World to that of My Wife

The Fey Bride of Elfland
Chapter Three – Part One
From this World to that of My Wife

The Fey Bride of Elfland
Chapter Two
I Learn of My Wife

I was barely a quarter-mile along the trail when I noticed movement beside me, and in looking I could not help but speak with surprise. “Rabbit?”

The Fey Bride of Elfland
Chapter One
Friends Learn of My Wife

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Forty-One
(Jelnaya)

What struck me by surprise was hearing Namill sound out, “Marekel, you’re in armor as well.”

That momentary pause is often feared as providing an opening for the opponent to attack. What I had learned is however to give the interruptions some respect, as they often had importance. In this case my pause enabled Namill to break from combat, although I only stood to watch as she rushed to the Spring of Cormorphin.

A Matter of Who I Am
Chapter Forty
(Namill)

Majestic did not sense the presence of the others until long after I had. After a period of anxiously awaiting for Marekel to attack, I went into a period of wondering why they did not. Noticing a growing nervousness in Majestic, I found myself smiling with the knowledge of what the group was doing.

“Are they coming?” the caterpillar finally asked.