Featured: Do The Jester Walk
A Mismatched Evening (re-upload)
What a peaceful evening! I thought to myself, as I wandered slowly through the castle grounds. I gazed up at the dark blue velvet sky; the stars were shimmering between the still, soft clouds. A gentle sea breeze had just begun to blow, wafting a slight smell of
seaweed and ocean over the castle walls. Echoing above the soft splash of the waves and the distant cries of seagulls, I heard all the usual sounds of castle life. From inside the stone walls that held the Royal Court, the faint sound of merry laughter, lively chatter
and clinking crockery. I wandered into the courtyard. The horses neighed and snorted to one another as Smithy's hammer sent a steady 'ching ching' that echoed through the square; thelight from his metal fire shining brighter than the stars. I smiled to myself; Smithy was always hard at work, he barely made time for himself. I watched and listened for a few seconds, before strolling through the stone archway, where Rake's beautiful garden grew.
Even in the sof
A Jester of Love
A Jester of Love
A night so fresh , so young and mild
The stars' cool light is shining bright
Onto the castle's sacred roofs
To brace the Kingdom's valiant roots
A smile crossed his face by the distant sound of a heavy hammer forming fervent iron.
His fingers smoothly stoke the strings of his lute, educed a few more wonderful harmonic tones of it.
ol iThe moon upon a cloudless sky
Looks down on earth with sulky eyes
And every tear of his so sheer
Reflects like gleam of metal spears/i /ol
The Caravan: JAtD FanfictionThis storm was the worst that Jane had ever seen in her thirteen shortlife years. Snow and fog filled the air and was quickly covering the ground, while the wind howled furiously in every direction. Dragon said that he had seen a few very similar to this in his own three hundred years, but not many.
"They only happen once every three or four decades." Dragon said, resting his head on the window of Jane's tower. Jane sat by her fireplace, stirring the ashes with a metal rod and huddled under a blanket.
"Are they always so noisy and cold?" Jane asked rhetorically. Dragon nodded.
"Speaking of noises, copper top, I hear that bell," He pulled his head out briefly to make gestures with his claws. "The one that always makes you run to the throne room. It is chiming." Dragon said, pulling his head the rest of the way out of the window to look around.
"The bell that? Oh no! The court summons!" Jane stood up, dropping the rod and the blanket, and ran out of her door and along the narrow strip at