Aurora’s World: Iaelaera: Becoming Human

Written for dreamwidth user forgottenspirits’ picture prompt of a tree, which went in an entirely different direction to the one I was expecting.

Watching was the hardest part of being a tree. It could do nothing to change what was happening, because it didn’t speak the same language as the humans, and it wasn’t sure that they would even listen if it did. Over the years (it didn’t know exactly how old it was, but it could remember a time before human magic existed) it had watched the humans hunt those who were different to them. Or maybe hunt was the wrong word. Hunting was a natural process. What the humans did was unnatural.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

The Inquisition: Leap Year Proposal

Written for livejournal user skjam’s leap year prompt.

Laura wrapped an arm around herself. She didn’t want to do it, but she had to. Keeping herself, and her baby, safe was more important than her feelings. Maybe he would know why she had come to him. Anything was possible. He had been the one to arrest her parents and she knew it wouldn’t be long before someone came to question her. Part of her was glad that she had met him before the arrest, so she had time to get to know him. Even though she didn’t like him he knew how he felt about her, which was why he’d told her about the arrests before they happened, and she felt a tiny bit guilty because she was just using him.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

World Walkers: Taithmarin: Freya’s Arrival

Written for livejournal user marina_bonomi’s random number prompt.

With every step Freya took she wished a little harder that her wings actually worked and weren’t just for decoration. They were still behind her, so she couldn’t stop running, even though she wanted to. Her paws were burning with pain. She knew from the moment she stepped into the alleys she was in danger, but food was becoming a neccessity. Every other time she had got lucky. This time it seemed very much like they had been waiting for her to return, so maybe she hadn’t been as careful as she believed she had.

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Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.