A star fell beyond the horizon, past the mountains far to the north, and down into the black waters of the sea. A small creature had watched its path across the sky in the hour after midnight. His wet nose twitched as he wished upon that falling light. A strange thing for a creature such as himself to do. Wishing. After all, what good are the promises of lights trailing the sky when there are seeds to be found just yards from his paw’s grasp?…Continue Reading “A Path of Wishes & Starlight”
“Marmot! Run!!” Marmalade cried, flinging herself to the side as the creature chasing them barrelled through the luminous underbrush. The monster lurched after them, a twisting mass of vines and flowers, bone and thready sinew, and—most alarmingly—several unblinking eyes. Marmot skidded to a halt, paws scrabbling for purchase against the frozen earth and sodden leaves coating the forest floor. Unsteady on its spindled legs, the monster skittered towards Marmot, who huddled in place frozen with dread as probing vines whipped towards him. “No!” Marmalade stood,…Continue Reading “A Gentle Power”
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Marmalade stirred the last of the frayfern into her simmering cauldron, turning to her recipe with satisfaction. Just an hour more to brew and a day to decant— Splash. Crash. A familiar squeaking told Marmalade this couldn’t be anything good. Almost afraid to turn around, Marmalade spun to find Marmot upside down in the hearth soot, and her almost perfect potion turning a rather alarming shade of red. “Marmot!” Marmalade cried, unhooking the cauldron and upending its ruined contents into the sink. “For the last…Continue Reading “Clockwork Companion”
Marmot hastened to smooth the woven grass table mat into place. Lady would be home any moment now with her basket of berries and apples and all the things Marmot hated to eat. Since Marmalade had taught him to bake, he had only set their burrow on fire twice. Yet Lady had not been impressed when their den had filled with smoke, and had chittered angrily at him as they waited on the hill for the fumes to clear. She had been even less impressed…Continue Reading “Marmot In Love”
Deep within the forest stood a hollow red tree. It wasn’t the tallest, nor the prettiest, but it was the perfect home for wood witch Marmalade. Airy chimes rang amongst the boughs as an autumn draught fanned the flames of her stove. Sugar pies were stacked atop muffins atop towers of shortcakes. The wafted scent of baking bread enticed all manner of creatures to Marmalade’s tree for sweet treats and a place to rest their paws. Each morning, Marmot would scurry up to Marmalade’s kitchen…Continue Reading “Marmot & Marmalade”