The Care And Feeding Of Griffins - Plot & Excerpts
No, tomorrow would come soon enough and there would be plenty for her to do. For now, she dreamed of home, of walking down a sidewalk with Rhiannon and eating ice cream. Her ice cream was lemon. It was supposed to be chocolate. In the dream, this was important. Taryn, who very vaguely knew that she was dreaming, was interested to find out just why, but she never got the chance. The skies darkened and the storefronts faded into plains. Rhiannon, still walking and licking and talking, faded to a shadow and then was gone. Taryn was alone, her hands empty. Around her were the plains of Arcadia. Above her, Arcadia’s skies. “Come.” The word was a drumbeat, a sound more felt than heard. “Come.” It was a voice outside of sound, almost outside of hearing. It was neither male nor female, old nor young. It belonged to wind and stars and time. “Come.” Taryn went, not because the voice compelled her, but just because she was curious.
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