Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Berganashio - Chapter 10
The anointing day feast continued throughout the day. There were lots of games, dancing and soaring around in circles in a fun air parade of sorts. The smallest of the meerbirds played together while the elderly meerbirds watched with pure adoration, reminiscing of memories when they were younger. Keenwai and Kunya had played several games of hide and seek with the children meerbirds. After a while, they grew tired of the silliness of the game and walked toward the thicker forests. Keenwai, kicked up some leaves and asked, “What does adoration even mean to you, Kunya?”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 9. Content Warning.
One of the sea-wolfs jumped onto Cotton, and they tumbled several times in a frantic scrambling fight. Cotton suddenly felt the sharp fangs of one of the sea-wolf piercing into his side, and he yelped in pain. He wiggled free from the grasp of the sea-wolf, trying to escape the vigorous fight.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 8
Merfaries were quite different in many ways from the fairies who lived with Queen Finyellë. Aside from living on opposite sides of the world of Berganashio, they had different cultures, values, and skills. They were small and could fly like fairies. Their lower halves looked like mermaids, which may be well-known in some worlds. There were four merfarie children who were traveling rapidly, above and sometimes below the ocean water. They had such beautiful scales and fins. When they grew tired of flying, then they would swim with equal skill. They were athletic, confident, and always ready for adventures of some kind.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 7. Content Warning.
The totters had acclimated very nicely to living with the fairies. The only fairy that they really interacted with much was Jovie, and they greatly enjoyed her company in the evenings. They continued to share stories with Jovie many evenings and she also did her best to share stories that they would find entertaining. She was always so kind, sincere, and was always ready to giggle about something. It was nice for the totter children to have a motherly presence. Jovie had never had any children of her own, so in a way, she felt grateful to have the two totter children around. One day the totters were out by the river catching more fish. Sister totter was busy packing the fish in the cloth sack, as was their daily routine. She felt especially happy and carefree. Mindlessly, she started to hum and then sing a few lines of an old song that her Momma used to sing to her when she was just a couple years old. Before she realized what she'd done, her Papa had risen from the water and heard her. His heart felt like it had jumped out of his chest.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 6
“It’s been three weeks since Chief Hatan’s burial,” Podder stated. He was the second oldest meerbird in the mob and one of the three council members. High up in one of the large trees that grew above the burrow holes, was the counsel nest. The counsel was always comprised of the chief of the mob and the two eldest meerbirds. They sat pensively together. Grinyella, the oldest meerbird of the mob, took a slow puff on her thin wooden pipe.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 5
Not terribly far from the meerbirds, there were nefarious sea-wolfs onboard a ship. Most of their time was spent catching and eating their prey. The rest of the creatures in the land shuddered at the thought of their continual cruelties. It was overcast and it was raining lightly. As the wind blew powerfully, the ship bobbed up and down on the waves. The ship was bleak and tattered in appearance and the anchor had been down at the bottom of the seabed for days.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
