boredom

Fen’nan stared at the Modern Altalar that was written across the pages, slumped down in her chair, elbow propped on the desk as she rested her head in her hand, tired blue-green eyes glaring at the texts. Pages illuminated alone by the faint, dim candle that blazed in the corner of her desk in...

Inner Turmoil The sound of the rain pattering against the window and stone outside had been what caught Keth's attention, but now alone with her own thoughts. Despite all the happiness she had faced in the growing months, she couldn't help but feel hollow. Perhaps it was the oncoming...