The blood seemed to float through the water, strands of crimson threading through the clear vial Astride has raised to the light. It had taken her much too long to collect it, the blood of a Regency mount—the goldhollow water, in comparison, had taken her seemingly no more than a minute. “Two months is a […]
Draft In Progress Inspired by Companhia Urbana de Dança The throne room lies bathed in pools of rapidly browning scarlet, violent splashes of blood sullying the previously pristine surfaces. Astride wipes her blades on a fallen Regency soldier’s shirt, careful not to cut her fingers, and returns the weapons to their sheaths. She casts […]