Related Reading: Twilight, Nether Walk, Autumn Red
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Everything was hazed at its edges. Colors were vibrant but bled the moment anything moved. Like cloth traveling through water, everyone moved at languid p […]

Feeling a chill in the sweet summer air, she rose from her weaving and breathed in the breeze. It smelled of the crisp decay of Autumn. Yes — harvest celebrations would come soon. Craning her head to the sky, s […]

I’m a warlock. This is me accepting that. I like to use the word witch or even magi sometimes. I thought maybe because I can cast fire almost like a mage that that was okay. But my fire is redder, hotter, and not […]

Idella’s head swam as her feet floated and stumbled over the cobblestone pavement. The arms that held her books clutched them to her chest in a vice grip — one nearly as tight as the invisible grip that hit […]

“Okay,” Idella spoke aloud. The room was filled with no one. “Okay.” Turning the pages for the fiftieth time, Idella poured over the text, diagrams, and numbers. Her throat hitched as she bated her breath, and she […]

((The following is related to Alleryn’s Rebirth I roleplay on the ERRC and the aftermath of the Mirror campaign.))   The return to the shop felt long with feet as leaden as hers. To passerbys, Idella smiled ch […]

((Partly related to Robin’s Book campaign. Also related to the Mirror campaign.))

Idella slipped through the cracked doorway and secured the latch behind her. Slumping against the door and hair shrouded her […]

The Draenor moon waned overhead as Idella tip-toed through the spread of books, bottles, and vials that filled the fort library. A healthy fire crackled in the hearth and the usual crowd of magi was absent, […]

The following is left on the desk in Rann’s study on Draenor.   Miss Rann,   Sorry if this comes at a bad time. I know you’re probably busy and I know things are different than our first lessons, but if you’ll h […]

Part of the Mirror, Mirror campaign. This is an open storyline. PM me if you want to get involved! )) Idella sat cross-legged, back hunched and face wincing as she again carefully traced her fingers over the l […]