It is morning, two silhouettes hops in the fields.
The rabbit cannot jump as high as the spirit.
Each gust of wind throws it higher and higher.
As if wind itself was a spirit too. Maybe it is.
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
The spell worked just fine. Not only she could breathe easily among
the sulfurous fumes, but she won’t even be incommoded by the smell. Her
progression was slow, her path always bloked by the hot natural
chimneys of this land. To her knowledge, no humans made up this far.
She
was close, she could feel it. Soon she will be the first to discover
the final destination of the Everwind, at the very center of the Land of
Fire.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook