Day 63

I didn't sleep last night, and I couldn't nap during the day. My feet hurt from standing and walking around. Snowy has been able to sleep just fine, like nothing bothered her. Watching those people die last night in the darkness, getting carved up by the Unnamed, it was terrifying. It'd been a while since …

Moss and Dust

The cathedral is quiet.A moss-etched, rubble heavy,stonescape, with spare glitterfrom stained glass window shards.Their only visitors and prayers nowsunlight and moonlight. In the velvet-dream woods surrounding,there are no spirits swaying in pearl shapes,those porcelain paramours now capturedin a gold-leaf, fairy tale cover,tucked in the very backof the dust-twinkled Library. How the old godsmirrorthe new.

Day 62

Even with all the supplies I was carrying, I managed to run the entire way home in the heat and pollen. Snowy was right next to me in a sustained gallop. She doesn't sleep when she's had too much exercise, but rests on the cold floor of the shed and wags her tail in random …