Borrowed Feathers She was being foolish. It was GOOD she’d likely never see him again. If he found out who she truly was…
An Imbolc Brawl Each year, the fight between winter and summer left the mortal world cowering. A conflict without end… but two lovers plot otherwise.
A Sacred Second Betrothal Icy wind whips against my face, yet the snow doesn’t touch me, flakes drifting coyly close only to flit away, leaving my wedding suit perfectly dry.
Sworn On The Serpent Winter being the slowest season, it’s also when spirits presiding over nature have the most free time - the cause of many a song or legend…
Strands That Never Loosen Once a week she faces what was a ritual of unity and is now an act of remembrance.
Dandelion Kinda Romance Sometimes love smells like roses and chocolates. But it can also smell like fresh wildflowers and muddy boots.