Ar hyd y nos
**Journal entry of Mark Robertson (continued)** I am writing this at three in the morning by the soft light of my desk lamp. Why, you ask? Because Winter and I are now the parents of two adorable little foals. And we have just got them back to sleep,...
The Varo Correspondences Vol.1
_4E 214_ _7th of Rain's Hand_ To the chairman , and my esteemed colleagues of the Imperial council of healers, I am writing to let you know I arrived in Falkreath safely. At the border, I was met by a dryht, or comitatus led by...
Skyrim Saga: A Nord and a Khajiit walk into an Inn
Folcwine gritted his teeth and squinted as an icy blast hit him full in the face. He could see nothing in the fierce snow storm, but the tang of sea-salt told him he was close to his destination. Soon he found himself crossing the ancient stone...
Orcn?as Ond Fæder
The sound of the toilet flushing told Floreat that it was somewhere between half-six and seven O'clock in the morning. Marvelling at her sons bizarre ability to wake up so early only on weekends, she folded the bed-clothes off herself and climbed out...
Mymerian
The wind howled outside as she watched him put on his war-gear. 'Please don't go, it's too dangerous!' she begged, pacing on the spot 'I'm sorry Floreat, but orders are orders. Besides, we have four princesses, plus Discord! We stand a decent chance!...
Sigyn min sigewif: Beginnan
**Okay, I don't like putting Author notes in stories, but for these I think I must.The title of this story is in Englisc (Old English) and translates to "Sigyn (Norse godess, google her) my sigewif" (again something you can google). The subtitle of...
A Ponyville wedding
Many months later, all of Ponyville was abuzz with the rumour of an imminent marriage proposal. It was reported that Stormbolt had gone into the jewellers and bought a gold necklace with a beautiful diamond. Lyra and Bon Bon were discussing it in the...
A Special Hearts & Hooves day
Stormbolt Strike, a dark grey Pegasus colt, was bidding a final goodbye to his parents just outside the entrance to Cloudsdale junior flight camp. ' Be good, and work hard!' his mother said. ' I will mum, I'm going to win the competition for sure!'...
A poem of home
To taste old tastes To smell old scents To hear sounds once familiar, half forgotten Mind's wonder and senses delight Nature's bounty and home soil The familiar yet strange The strange yet familiar, change stations Robin for Sparrow, and...
Good things come to those who wait
I left the interview room, my mind reeling from all that that had happened. I don't remember the trip back home at all, but I know that when I arrived I went straight the the bedroom and collapsed on the bed without undressing and it was two days...
A home I never expected
Cold damp ground, leaves pressed against my face. I took a guess that I was lying face down in a forest of some sort, and somewhere nearby a little girl was screaming. It was the screaming that woke me up. Groaning, I tried to get up, but pain shot...
The Jarl's little troublemaker
When Beorn and Froki entered the hall, they found the place abuzz with excitement. 'What's all the commotion about?' Froki asked a reveller 'The Elves had a huge fleet coming to try and invade! But a huge storm blew up, and they either sank or...