
And here's a teaser for something I've been working on for a while.
Deep inside Athair’s Semora Geasa, his room of knowledge, the wizard was startled awake by a flash of light. He shielded his eyes as the blaze of An Tsolais burst across the chamber from the living map of Aimhirghin, lighting up the cavernous room where he’d nodded off while poring over scrolls. The circlet banding his arm snapped open, and he caught it as it assumed the shape of his birchwood staff with the top carved with the likeness of a great seilg owl.
A Wise Old Owl
by Anonymous
A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
Deep inside Athair’s Semora Geasa, his room of knowledge, the wizard was startled awake by a flash of light. He shielded his eyes as the blaze of An Tsolais burst across the chamber from the living map of Aimhirghin, lighting up the cavernous room where he’d nodded off while poring over scrolls. The circlet banding his arm snapped open, and he caught it as it assumed the shape of his birchwood staff with the top carved with the likeness of a great seilg owl.
A Wise Old Owl
by Anonymous
A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?