A Prologue for a Quest - Commission

The courtyard stretched back from the house a few hundred yards. Taika and Laika sat, hunched in their furs near the far end, while Father Jarvinem sat off to the side. They were far enough out that the warmth pumped up from the underground vents couldn’t well reach them, and so their breath frosted in the air.

Anya the Doll

Anya kept a room to her own on the side of the city closest to the forests and farms. She had a window in her home, something the size of a painting like the kind they kept in the lobby downstairs. The glass frequently seemed fogged, or dusty, and Anya found herself dabbing at the spots of dust with a moistened towel, fretting over the detail that no one but her would ever see.