Monday, January 30, 2012


There is nothing that compares to the warm, safe bed & breakfast with nearly invisible innkeepers, like magical candlesticks and teapots waiting to serve your every desire.

Matty needed such a place after a long, exhausting day. She fought violently, raging--not sure at what, but everything and everyone looked like a target, and she was a nocked bow. The day took all her sanity to stay calm. She barely succeeded.

An unassuming place...not an inn, but somewhere she could stay for the next few hours, undisturbed.

Hoping no more bears were nearby.

She left some porridge outside the door, just in case.

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