A breeze blows

Chatterbox: Inkwell

A breeze blows

A breeze blows through the trees in the orchards. The world smells sweet, like summer could last forever, but you know it won’t. Just as you finish your thought, gray clouds start billowing far in the sky. You decide to find cover for the storm, and make your way back to town, but what will happen on the way? 

 

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Welcome to the world of Myrian, a modern day Castle. Figure me out if you’d like, I’m nowhere but everywhere. 

submitted by The Wind
(February 26, 2021 - 10:22 pm)

back to the Inkwell

I’m enjoying the peace of the apple orchards when I smell the rain on the air. My gray hairs may be indicators of my age, but they also show my wisdom. I walk back to close up the large red barn where I sell my wares and the guest room is, when I notice I figure outside, just as the rain starts coming down, hard and fast. I urge them inside and they start running. I knew it was a good idea to make the guest room.

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My name has not been discovered yet, but here is my appearance: I’m a little tall, but mostly average height. I’m powerful but not muscular. I have beautiful gray hair that I usually tie in a bun. I wear mud boots usually, a handsewn white dress and a red apron with embroidered apples.

submitted by The Orchard Owner, — Apple Orchard
(February 28, 2021 - 7:47 am)
submitted by Top
(February 28, 2021 - 3:40 pm)