pelt cleansed, tamar searched again.
the land was somehow alive beneath the snow. she waited in the saffron grove.
her voice called to @Zosime.
the land was somehow alive beneath the snow. she waited in the saffron grove.
her voice called to @Zosime.
February 24, 2023, 03:18 PM
zosime worked upon a gift. one for the healing meadow, one for her own brother — who she had promised she might learn his craft to help him further. that she may also see the world with eyes of a healer.
yet she did not hold the grounded nature of one. still too lost among her melodies and stars.
her mother called and with her she carried her two bundles. setting them down between them, for she figured she might go give them after this. there was a small hesitancy in her greeting, reaching to place a careful kiss to a cheek.
yet she did not hold the grounded nature of one. still too lost among her melodies and stars.
her mother called and with her she carried her two bundles. setting them down between them, for she figured she might go give them after this. there was a small hesitancy in her greeting, reaching to place a careful kiss to a cheek.
mama,
March 03, 2023, 08:51 PM
"zosime."
sweet daughter, carrying the weight of her mother's life.
the girl had grown into her tasks and into her own mind. tamar looked toward what she had brought. "you are working." a smile. a broad observation, inviting zosime to speak.
sweet daughter, carrying the weight of her mother's life.
the girl had grown into her tasks and into her own mind. tamar looked toward what she had brought. "you are working." a smile. a broad observation, inviting zosime to speak.
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