Artist, Dreamer, Storyteller, Terror
**artist, dreamer, storyteller, terror** by xenny diemes a long time ago, there was a young and beautiful woman who love to tell stories with needle and thread, make dresses from local folks to the highest members of the town she calls home.
Ferret Chess
Ferret Chess Oh is this seat taken? Thank you, thank you, I really needed to rest my feet. It really is a beautiful day today isn't it? I tell you it's quite wonderful living here this time of year, almost magical. Oh my! Is that one of the pastries...
Anthropology II: Field Research
When they emerged from their storytelling, the storytellers were exhausted and starving but victorious. a great feast was called for from what provisions were left, and they shared the great story with all the peoples assembled.
Eternal Instant of Darkness: Cahpter IV: Crashing Waves
"and here i was worrying you would miss the storytelling." he chuckled as he said this last thing.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Forty Five
Let the storytellers fall to their knees in despondency when they realized just what it was they truly faced. and let her hold him while he cried. aylaryl knew that pain all too well.
Juryokine: Epilogue
"it was so obvious i was offended he didn't tell us," the shaggy haired storyteller insisted. "does he think we're stupid or something?" "i still don't believe you," wayli said. "how did you find out?" boam smirked.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seventy Six
Their skin looked darker than some of the storytellers, but not as dark as the friendly traders who roamed the desert. vakaal grimaced, hoping the storytellers hadn't harmed those people as they'd harmed his own tribe.
Acephali -- An Ancient Foe
 **Acephali -- An Ancient Foe** By: Tyvara Grandfather Wolf relaxed by the fireplace in his favorite armchair. The green kind with big arms and a round back. He stretched out,...
Amphorae
There is richness, as my storytelling has told me, perhaps has told others. my time is not yet done, despite the years, despite the occasional failing of memory, despite the insecurity.
Mourning The Sun
The calf watched helplessly as the storyteller fell first, his usual cheerful smile replaced by a twisted mask of rage.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twenty One
"who tells the storyteller's story?" he scrunched his muzzle. "i don't get it." "it's a riddle, not a joke." mother chuckled, draping her wings across her body. "just...think about it. who tells...the storyteller's...story?" "the storyteller."
Arvians - The First Loresinger
"and what do you believe then, storyteller?" there was a crack of lightning and a low, rumbling peel of thunder.