There, swirling along the beams of the stone ceiling, were two large floating strawberries. They seemed in want of his attention, making silent beckoning to be touched, to be admired, to be tasted. They drifted nearer, bouncing about with weightless oscillations. This cannot be real, was the giant's first cogitation, but the closer they came to him, the more fearful he was. Deliberately assaulting him with their delicious rinds, impressing their succulence and sweetness upon him was all his horror. He stood from the table and stepped back, evading their gyrating attacks. They sang to him, called out his name in inviting tones, glittered and
Peanuts and Chocolate: The Haanta Series by MrsGiant, literature
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Peanuts and Chocolate: The Haanta Series
Rautu could rejoice in the failure of the fruit and vegetable crops. He was all private elation at the idea of being made to eat nothing but meat and baked goods every day. While everyone around the keep was grave and conferring and pondering, he was prancing along the battlements in high glee, deciding which of the wild beasts and foul would do for his dinner that evening. He might be prevailed upon to hunt enough to feed the entire keep. He began forming a schedule in his mind as he sulked down the stairs to the training yard: Gods Day could be pheasants, the next could be smoked meats, and the next could be brined slices, and the next coul
The small mouse was conveyed safely to Sheamas' shoppe where his arrival was met with a celebratory dinner of smoked cheese and cured pork, and once his belly was round and his eyes could not be kept from closing, he was taken to the temple where he might find refuge under the auspices of the Themari. A small room and bed was given him, visits from Soledhan and Jaicobh were due, and Mr Sniffles the Second, as named by Kai Linaa, was in a way to be happy and comfortable during the long Frewyn winter.
Martje, however, could not be nearly as easy. Seeing the mouse in her larder, though he had done nothing but sniff the air and squeak his soli
The morning after the celebration, the commander roused from a short sleep by an odd sensation in her abdomen. At first, thinking it was only her mate making his less than subtle morning demands, she was inclined to ignore the discomfort, but after a few moments of closed-eyed disregard and the failure of being able to drift into a prolonged sleep, she realized what the odd discomfort was and sighed that she must fully awaken to rid of it. She made a few sounds of discontent, bitter that a slumber so pleasant and therefore so rare should be interrupted, and chided herself for drinking too much tea the evening before, compensating for the lac