amidst the moss

Checking the weather is like asking God what the plan for tomorrow is

Leaving my homunculus is a locked car but it’s a cold day and so instead of getting cooked by the time I’m back, the car has warmed to the perfect, comfortable temperature

And the Sundbeast fell, hide shuddering with arrow tails, into the morning pipegrass still dewy with sunlight rainbows. It spun, its thorny crown of hued spindles catching the grass, before heaving, thrashing, and issuing forth a bellow like an icy comet in the atmosphere, like something still seething.

Return the Crab

Read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho it’s so damn good

There’s something strangely and deeply comforting about a torch-lit, tapestry coated section of old cave

The wind makes all sorts of weird noises in the distance…

I’ve fallen off the map in the most literal way possible

Most wizard towers actually DO have basements! Great question! Don’t ask what happens down there.

There’s really so many types of berries. Isn’t it crazy?