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Dixie RedNoon. It is so hot, even the roads do not want to go anywhere. The sun dominates the sky and drives everything and everyone to stay under cover. The clouds abandoned the sky sometime last night, and still do not face the sun. The hum of cicadas rubs at the air, but it is a weary sound, for the heat seems to soak into everything, even the mating dreams of insects.Dixie Red by ~DownwardsSaint
Dixie Red sits on the back porch of her great-grandmother's house and smokes an illicit Marlboro. With the air so hot, it seems as though she can thrust a cigarette out through a hole in the screen to ignite it. But, no, she still needs to use the heavy, olive drab Ronson that she discovered in the attic, one year, amongst the trunk-bound possessions of an uncle who died in World War II.
Her great-grandmother, the old woman known to all as "Maybe," sleeps in the room she still insists is the parlor, beneath the slow rotations of a ceiling fan. She will sleep away the afternoon, to rise with the moon at eight or nine. She will
One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 20One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 20 by ~Trivas
On the Edge of Subeleth
Never look a Krue in the eye.
— Sei anecdote
Near Krue Territory
Edge of the Subeleth Woods
When they finally gained sight of the vast carpet of dark green sprawled out over the horizon as far as the eye could see, Syler was almost relieved. The Subeleth Woods were a place very, very few people not born there dared to visit. The woods' defenders, the Krue, were a fiercely protective people who slaughtered almost everyone who approached. Unlike the Sei's other neighbors, the Krue did not typically venture far from their forest. They were content to stay within their towering trees as long as nobody provoked them.
Little was known about them other than anyone who tried to invade simply disappeared. In times past, arrogant and prideful kings had sent armies to conquer the Krue thinking that they were hiding vast fortunes or simply to gain notoriety. None of the armies ever came back and no word of their fate