fehralyn daidel

Walking down the hallway to her next class, Liliana had an overwhelming need to just stop, and take a breather. Things were building up again with elections, school newspaper, the Hereafter club, and she could feel herself being pulled in different directions. Usually, she didn't mind this...

After one last shovelful of snow Fehr leaned on her shovel and exhaled. She was done clearing out the snow from the path on her front yard. But yet it still came down, in 6 hours or so Fehr would have to do this again. She sighed and stretched her back, her physical strength was still the same...

"All this snow is just so crazy, and it doesn't seem to be stopping either..." Zora murmured to herself, walking slowly up the road to the school, clearing a path with the others in her group so that throughway to the academy was kept clear for staff and students or the police or any other...

Out at the edge of Manta Carlos’ woods, not nearly into the part marked “DANGEROUS AND FORBIDDEN”, Fenn trudged his way through the snow, his bag heavy with roots, his hands full with a “local plant identification guide”, and his wings mucking up the footprints he left behind him. He was here...

Fehralyn was a warrior. She had been up against countless enemies and made all of them bleed. She had been before thousands of soldiers and struck both fear, respect and inspiration in their hearts. She had shaped young minds and taught them the way of war and conflict. She had read all the...