Tessa McCarthy
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In the Crow’s Caw
I watch Pyrelle as she peers into the forest glade watching the little boy. Neither the child nor the dragon know I am there. But my being lingers everywhere, in the wind tickling the grass, in the sunbeams dancing on the pond, in the sweet trills of the nightingales, I am everywhere.
By Tessa McCarthy3 years ago in Fiction
Firthton
Firthton Minka There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Not even in the Mountains of Perse which lie directly beyond it. Well, that’s what Friddy says. She says that whoever left me nestled in the branches of the Hariknot tree, not yet three moons old, wrapped in grey fur and sleeping soundly when she found me, wouldn’t have done that if dragons were around.
By Tessa McCarthy4 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams Completely deserted of human form. Foaming waves gashing and snapping at the shore as though trying to devour it, bite by savage bite. Angry slate clouds tumbling above threatening to burst and drop their booty on anyone caught beneath. Oscar too, can feel the tension as I unclip his leash and he bounds across the sand, barking crazily as he reaches the water, his huge russet frame contrasting against the murky depths.
By Tessa McCarthy5 years ago in Humans
