ashestocrows

A ~ K ~ I ~ M ~ I What do you think of when you see bars? It may be a dank, cold cell at the lowest floor of a stone dungeon, or cold bars keeping you from your freedom. They represent a barrier between you and your goal. But to me, the bars I’ve faced have always been warm. Rather than keeping me from what I want, they protect me from that evil which may try to reach me and tarnish me. The bars I face every day have become my home, and I’ve grown to love the sense of security they allow me as I watch the busy world pass me by. Everything just wanted to bustle by as quickly as it could, pressing forward to the next meeting, the

It hadn't snowed for several days now and for once, Pippy found that to be quite a pleasing occurrence. Normally she would love watching the flakes clump and float as they piled on the ground and round the huts, but today was not a day for piling snow. Pippy might lose the foxhound she had been healing to an unexpected drift of snow freezing the wounded beast. The villagers didn't give her a second glance, or even a first, as Pippy rushed between the huts fashioned of wood and insulated with as many furs as there were logs in the walls. Most children were heading to the Yule, the largest tent in the center where they gathered for lessons on f