Tag: Fey folk
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Foraging
Constance trudged through the heavy undergrowth. Years uncounted of forest litter had piled up so deeply that, at times, she found herself sunk up to her hips in the decaying matter. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant or dangerous; there wasn’t much moisture in the ground, and neither were there any venomous insects of snakes in this…
Bridge of Broken Glass 