The Spotted Fawn Law Firm_The Ocean Will Not Take Me Back_Sing for Me_Speak with Conviction
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The Spotted Fawn Law Firm
Larth Redbinder looked up at the green sign with a golden illustration of a snow freckled deer and letters reading: “Spotted Fawn Law Firm”It swayed slightly as the breeze pushed golden leaves past Larth’s boots. He had a feeling this place would be different than the others as he lifted the latch and pushed open the heavy oaken door. A brass bell rattled as he entered.Inside was a spree of parchments and scrolls bulging on shelves with placards announcing the province each section pertained and a mounted scroll on either wall stating that they were free quick reference guides to the basic law...
The Ocean Will Not Take Me Back
The ocean would not take me back. The depths had lost their luminescence for me. Now their waters were dark and murky. I fought against the force of the water pushing me up towards the surface, trying to claw and kick my way through with my frail limbs. Even as I struggled to swim down deeper, I could feel the air being crushed from my lungs and the further down I swam the more I could feel the pressure in my ears, around my fragile skull. Saltwater forced its way up my nose, until I was choking on the smell of seaweed and preservation sent me hurtling back to the surface. I broke through the ...
Sing for Me
Torn stood alone on the crowded deck.The humans around him were afraid. Terrified, in fact. He could smell it, a sickly-sweet perfume hanging over the entire fleet, filling his sensitive nostrils almost to bursting. Yet, even so, he could not begrudge the men their fear. Not in this. It was right they be afraid. Fitting.They sailed to make war upon a legend, after all. Soris the Unassailable, the Singing City. The first and last stronghold of the First Lords itself. They sailed to wake the wrath of the Sleeping God.For anything sane and mortal, a healthy measure of fear was only reasonable.Why...
Speak with Conviction
“This is idiotic, Eileen. Why should I practice this speech in front of a mirror? I know exactly what I want to say. I don't even need notes.” Tom Raddison is in front of the hall mirror muttering to himself. “I feel like a damn fool looking at myself.” His wife came from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron as she walks. “Tom, I know you know what you want to say. It's not what you're saying that you need practice on.”“Then just what the hell do I need practice on?” Tom looks at her. “This seems so stupid. Talking to myself in the mirror.”Eileen puts a hand on his arm. “You're not talki...