Miressi wanted to ride the winds far from the council chamber. To feel the rushing air whispering anything was possible, instead of stale air of the chamber’s denial of anything beyond tradition.
Robot Painter
The gray cement was marred, and GRR629 was on the case.
In fact, it was its one thousandth, two hundred and thirty ninth day on the job. Gears whirling, it connected the nozzle in its arm to the full paint compartment. Its mission was simple: return the wall to uniformity.
On Vaudia 11
Cyne’s brain ached. Ticks remained in her first cycle on Vaudia 11 and she wanted to collapse in her bunk. Duty kept her the drift cursed molded chair, pad resting across her legs, and a polite smile locked in place.
Generation’s Duty
Breaking a god was no easy task, but Enryn had dedicated his lifetime to it. Well technically, his some odd great-grandfather Gylas had dedicated each generation’s eldest. Whether they wanted it or not.
Moon’s Glow
The dew-covered grass chilled Rikia’s feet as she slipped to the ground, a chilling counterpoint to the hand still clasping her own. Catching herself she felt the hand slip away as she straightened herself in her family’s farmyard.
Leaving Now
Ollie grabbed the sheriff’s vest pulling him with her as she rolled them out the shop’s door. Wincing at the caterwauling as they struck against legs, she felt only a moments guilt. Not like she knew who was out the door. Besides, the particularly noisy gent dodged quick enough and the midday the crowd spread out around giving them space.
Prophecy’s End
By blessing I’d presided over the crux of a thousand-year prophecy. By damnation I watch it crumble with a word.
Beyond the Walls
Wind scrapped his skin as Rothsem surged down the mountainside. Wild laughter sprang from within muffling the cries behind for him to halt. Fools, he’d never halt! No, he’d passed the void bars, traversed the scalding divide, and scaled the frostbit walls. Now he rode the cascading mountainside to freedom. Nothing could hold him back!
Admiration
Erard gasped beside me, flinging one hand tohis chest even as he leaned heavily on me with the other. Oh no, not again. “Did you hear that, Kater! Did you hear what she said?” His voice rang out with a jubilance I doubted the subject of his question didn’t hear.
Attendance Matters
My elbow thumped on the arm rest as I pinched my forehead between my fingers. Across the table Headmaster Dolphelm remained impassive with his fingers steepled and leaning back as if he hadn’t just me delivered a horrible blow.
