Talib
Ramblings in a Poitainian Spring
I like Tinabula. Power there, and strength behind the smile and occasional giggliness. Perceptive also.
Why pray here rather than the Temple at Fort Conviction?
I looked about the Chapel in Caenna, its old familiarity, the scent of incense still flavoured with Baione flowers as it was when my mother prepared it, for I follow the same recipe.... Safety here, calmness. A place that has always been. For much as I strive to build Invicta's new home strong, there is a nagging fear that perhaps it will go the way of Fort Invicta
Sandgrouse
The sand-grouse had burst into the family tent on the very moment he slipped from his mother’s womb. The bedou of Kopshef know well their signs and portents. The baby's great-aunt, the wheezing midwife, shrieked and ululated at the sight. The grouse warbled in terror as it careened in circles around the lush, expertly woven carpets stacked in layers on the floor. This was not a good thing.
