The days pass. We wait for me to heal. Anhilde studies the grimoire, copying the most useful patterns onto smaller leaves of old bark that can be cached away. She is like a squirrel preparing for winter. I try to help her when I can, though I'm not always sure what the point is. I believe it is what my mother calls sky-speaking.
It gives me something to do.
I grow a little, and hope they don't notice.
YOU ARE READING
Where Frost Meets Fire
FantasyA young girl gets a fire lizard for her birthday. A young fire lizard is kidnapped from her home. When their two worlds collide, their lives will never be the same. ~~~ Super-short chapters! Word count is under 6,000 for the whole story. ~~~ I'm...
