Foot steps. Sir’s foot steps always preceded his entry like no other sound she would hear in the hall. With every click of his heels her anticipation grew. Body preparing, mind seeking shelter, spirit ready to soar she never knew what exactly to expect. After all, Sir would let her know when he thought she needed to know. Often she would only know of his plans for her after he finished.

The following is a scene which popped into my head this afternoon. Expect to see more of this kind of writing on the blog in addition to actual Druidry related articles. My plan is to write fantasy scenes and sometimes full series of scenes. Some of them may even end up tying into role playing games as I am really curious about exploring games like Dungeons and Dragons and Magic the Gathering.

A writing exercise I did June 11, 2021. Story Prompt An old man tending a fire on sandy beach of the windswept coast. The Story Jarl’s bones ached. They always ached in protest of the cold wind coming ashore. The northlies were bitter this tim eof year. The little fire he had built was barely taking the chill off. With out the rock wall at his back both of their flames would be out.