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Hello! I'm Ash, a type of mud faery. My maker said, as a rule, I usually deal with whatever is left behind after a forest fire, turning pieces of burnt wood and ashes into new soil. But since fires are rare, I also work with dried out things, and, on occasion, dead stuff. Saronai adopted me. I'm her more earthy muse!
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Tag Archives: memories
That’s me! Growing up, my mom preferred having the kitchen to herself. As a result (and tomboyish lack of interest), learning the art of cooking took me quite awhile. In fact, I’m still learning! Memories of bad results pour from … Continue reading
I run up and push a swing. “Did you see that?!” I point at the still moving object, my heart thrums in my ears and a chill races up my legs, tingling at my ears. “A demon!” Sarah shouts, feigning … Continue reading
I already missed my cousin, David, when we rolled up to our new home, a two-hour drive from our old one. I missed all my cousins of course, and now lived closer to others, but David was my first best … Continue reading
I mentioned this treasured item (by both my sister and I) in at least one post prior. I find myself thinking of it again and felt it deserved its own entry. My mother wrote short stories in my early childhood. … Continue reading