Reflected-Twilight

THE LIGHT DWELLERS  Genera stood shock frozen. The wails coming from her told Arssneq that all was lost for the Grande Stack. Another path must be chosen.  "We must head for Icizlwen! If I am correct in guessing that… well we need to get going. We must warn all the other Wolvians out there that war is coming!" Arssneq tried to comfort her a little. She shook him off and disagreed.  "No." She said between the sobs. "We have to go to Clausances. The Light Wolvians are most likely to be next. We need to warn them first." Arssneq nodded his head in silent agreement. Budney came up behind and also spoke.  "I think the Light Wolvians m

THE CRY OF NATURE  "Genera! Not so fast!" Arssneq bounded behind. Budney was catching up to her.  "Or what?" She teasingly called back before fastening her pace. Arssneq had no choice but to pursue also at a faster pace, but an ever-deepening feeling came over him, as if it was reaching out from the forest itself.  They all sprinted across Shepfers Meadow until the evening show came. Genera and Budney had already found a grassy spot for them to rest for the night before Arssneq came trudging up behind them.  "What's wrong?" Genera asked. She had noticed the concerned look upon Arssneq's face that reminded her of Icalave's wise one. T

    A FIGURE OF IMAGINATION  Carefully Icalave plotted around, occasionally staring in awe at the strange symbols and markings that hung on bits of wood around him. Thankfully, in his cunning disguise, no Mann had currently noticed him. Icalave felt relieved in a way; the Mann's were smart enough to have language, but thick enough not to notice a trespasser amongst them.  Icalave continued his course down what seemed to be the main path of the settlement. The dirt road was hard from the many back legs that had pounded it down over the years. Wooden caves were erected everywhere, but in an organised pattern. Every now and then Ic