The Twirling Flowindle: Ettle Tinlief’s journal page 5

The intense light immediately tore away the darkness that was cloaking me. Oh, I’ve missed the golden day and the twilight blue in all of its raw sparkle. I hadn’t known if it would be a thief, stripping me of my grief, or wings carrying me away. I closed my eyes, and the pocket of…

The Purple Recoriole: Ettle Tinlief’s journal page 4

My eyes widened into circles of sun. What is this thing that dares enter my space? I filled my lungs with mossy air and picked it up. The surface is smooth and cold. It fits in my palm, but just barely. It’s round and flat, and maybe a quarter of an inch thick. There is…