Zelda had woke with a slight cold. Something she was working on fixing. By mundane means, really, there was no use exerting herself over a runny nose and a cough. She emerged from her cloth which beneath she had been steaming her sinuses with a rather dramatic sneeze.
Her day was bound to be...
On Friendship and Horses.
Co-written with @Grothnor
‘Hold your horses’ was a saying that truly trivialised the situation. The current one being so saturated with frustration that the still stabled horses tails swished apprehensively. A sign that Rosvita now understood was not a good one. She...
Meanwhile, Zelda sipped her hot spiced milk. Not unlike an infant in manner.
She looked out of her tower window, a narrow space in the stone that framed a clear sky. But the thunder continued to tear through her mind, deafening and shaking her very core. It had been another sleepless night, one...
Time seemed to pass slower on Fridays, with the hours she worked feeling like a full day, even though they were cut by half. She swanned around, feeling strangely agitated as she tidied displays of tiny bottles and boxes that were stamped with a gold leaf logo that caught the light of the nearby...
Even with the water running, the music bouncing around the bathroom was ear-splittingly loud. Just how Chelsea liked it. The tiles vibrated under her feet as she moved about, inspecting herself in the mirror which always failed to give her what she wanted, as did the one on her dressing table...
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