Seasons and Morning Mist #writephoto

Fantasy, Humor

Seasons and Morning Mist (203 words)

She remembered standing on that ridge overlooking that moorland. It had been a morning like this a little over a year ago. The sky had been that pale, cool pink softening towards a rainy afternoon chill. She remembered huddling under her cloak, trying to keep the rain out as they continued the long road to the false king’s castle.

A silly girl, that’s what she had been. A silly girl with big ideas and a bundle of arguments that meant nothing to an iron tyrant.

“Well well,” said a light voice beside her. “What are you waiting for, Your Highness? Hurry, hurry. It’s cold.”

Ember turned to her companion with a mischievous smile. “You don’t care if it’s cold. You only want more of Knickle’s brownies!”

“Royal brownies,” said Scamor, licking his lips.

Ember shook her head. The elf was impossible, but she couldn’t think of a better friend. Hadn’t he stood here a year ago beside her? But then she had been nudging him forward. Then, she had still been a silly girl ready to fight a war, and not a young queen faced with leading a kingdom.

“After you,” said Scamor.

Ember glared at him and took the first step forward.

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Written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Check it out!

It’s been a while, but Wallie and I are sorting things out slowly. We have faced a great many changes over the last few years ourselves. 🙂

God bless you through this trying time.

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