In the little garden of Yewton-Mellowby’s Primary School stands a very special tree. Long ago, someone - or something - stored a stash of citrine in the crook of the branches, and the two have grown through the ages as one. An unnatural marriage, of course, but a new life came from it. The spirit … Continue reading Tricky


Bookworm? Nooooo! Me librarian, see? Silent and quick, I keep books tidy, yasssss. You want thing? I find, I find for you! Oh, Sylster’sssss Compendium Of Crystalssss? This way, follow please. Mind the stepsss. How I speak? I learn, simple. I want speak, I get speak. Not always best, but good enough, I think. I … Continue reading Bookworm

Small Worlds

The scattered islands of the western lakes are home to some strange things. Each isle is its own character, a world, even, battered and shaped by harsh winds and layers of ice-locked winters. In summer the sun drinks away the lake, revealing a new stretch of marshy land, and in autumn the rains return to … Continue reading Small Worlds

Regarding Dunkles

More commonly known as “dunkles,” cellar-goblins are more of an annoying inevitability than a pest. Mostly harmless, they feed on mice and rats and roaches, often making themselves welcome in cities. They by and large keep to themselves, and rarely have much to do with their various neighbours. There are several small negatives, however. Notably, … Continue reading Regarding Dunkles


Such a timid thing. I’ve never seen a dragon pup so nervous of the world. He wasn’t afraid, that was the wrong word, but he was cautious, aware of everything. It was clear from his preference of company that he was to be someone’s familiar, for we could not keep him out of the school. … Continue reading Timid

Pretty Handy

No familiar is a waste. None are let-downs or runners up. Familiars are always exactly what a mage needs in a companion, even if they do not know it. Sure, I’m little and soft and terribly cute, and in the eyes of many, that’s all I’ll ever be. To my mage, Lim, the esteemed brewer … Continue reading Pretty Handy

Always Welcome

I had wondered why several great rings of mushrooms had sprung up on the grounds recently. A new neighbour has moved in, it seems. It’s nice to see. The secret creatures left for a while, as the house was built, but one by one they’re returning, bringing their little mysteries with them. This one brings … Continue reading Always Welcome

In Dew Time

“I’ll find one, one day,” she peeped, tracing the routes between the stems as she always did, her tail whipping back and forth for balance. “Ma says she found one, when she was younger.” “There are too many clover heads to check,” I call after her, but she’s gone, a streak of green-gold in the … Continue reading In Dew Time