Moonglow lit the courtyard. Tarinne lifted her gaze as heavy bootfalls echoed off the stone walls. Pavel, back again. Back as he had returned every night for seasons. Back to ask the same question again.

Hadwyn watched the pair enter the keep. “It’s been a week. Can we pretend it’s just beginning?” Fianna flopped onto her seat and slid down until she barely remained on the thing.

Wednesday has come around again and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction. As if the myriad of fingers pointed my direction weren’t enough accusation, Tobias ensured it remained abundantly clear I had ordered the ghosts by blurting out as much. I crossed my arms and glowered at Tobias. Would that my displeasure could…

“People die hunting that gemstone.” The drawer closed with the same amount of finality as Halline shoved it closed in exasperation at her aunt’s warning. Rounding, she pressed the armload of tunics and trousers to her chest. A poor shield, but the best she had.

Armor clanked as the legion marched through the streets of the Fralione capital. Tridane stood in a doorway, hidden in shadow and yet as vulnerable as any watching from windows, doorways, and balconies.

Kayd halted within the keep’s doors. The commander paused at the opposite end of the courtyard and scowled in Kayd’s direction.

The Calhoun Council wisely allowed Howden and myself to speak to Marston, grand master of the arcane, on their behalf. They would’ve been wiser if I’d spoken alone.

Paliace sat before the hearth attempting to ignore Na’dern as he paced the small confines of the waypoint. Pacing which forced her to remain uncomfortably close to the flames. She could not fault the design of the point for heat retention. She could barely tell the white out conditions continued.

Red heard the quiet pop as Cydric munched on the small fruit and collapsed casually onto the chair. He glanced at Red. “You’re unsure whether or not to trust him,” he said equally casually as he flicked his gaze toward where Aerim had disappeared into the halls.