Fish. Again. Thayrin glaze down at the summer trout that was splayed across his plate, pan fried, and laid atop a bed of greens. Having a fresh caught fish once in a while would not have been a bad thing,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Thayrin walked quietly thought the undergrowth carrying his small parcel of cookies, Rylea right on his heels. The morning was slowly turning to afternoon as the mists gave way to bright, scattered light from the tree-top canopy. “Don’t stray off[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Breakfast had come and gone, leaving the commune’s kitchen free for other things until the start of lunchtime cooking. It was a medium sized room, with two cast-iron cooking stoves back to back in the center. In the southeast corner[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…