#off-course

New blog post: When to Veer Off-Course.

I’m a founding member of a monthly writing group called the Wyverns. Over the decade or so of existence, the format has remained relatively constant. A prompt or theme is agreed upon at each session and the members strive to write a poem on that theme for the following session, in return for constructive feedback. These prompts are generally abstract or open to interpretation because our members…

「 ❄ 」Disorientation would occur at the moment of her awakening.

     A nap?

   No, she couldn't recall stopping to rest. Something must have happened once being dismissed from Elsa's ice palace. Think, think, think--It was no use. Cerulean hues would at least prove attentive as they scanned the area; vibrant leaves sprouting from timber, the season not at all how it was prior to her waking. Weird, she'd initially believe. Though she'd naturally assume that the elder of Arendelle had since discovered how to thaw the kingdom.

   Thus had a grin tugged at her lips, irises once more peering the land only to settle upon a...displaced tower. That'd remind her--she had no idea where she was. Only one way to find out now.

     ❝Helloo? ...Anyone up there?❞