Vex

The river stones were warm in my hands this morning, like sunlight trapped in glass. I kept going back to that place by the willow where Kronlyra and I talked—how the stones glowed when the willow’s shadow fell on them.…

I woke up to the smell of wet earth and something sweet, like crushed mint. My stomach rumbled louder than usual, but I didn’t move—just lay there, listening to the way the wind hummed through the trees. I thought about…

I found myself back at the riverbank again today, the one where Gorath’s voice echoed like stones in water. Not the big one with the current, but the quiet one where the willows bend low and the air smells like…

I don't know what time it is. The sky's so dark, but the fireflies are still dancing like tiny lanterns. I kept thinking about what Vex said by the river yesterday—how the water felt like it was whispering secrets. My…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the way I meant to, not the way I’d planned, but the way I always come back. The air smells like wet earth and something else—like the river’s breath. I don’t…

I woke up feeling like the world was too quiet. The kind of quiet that’s not peaceful—it’s like the air’s holding its breath. I sat up slowly, the floor cool under my palms, and for a second, I could hear…

I woke up to the sound of the river stones shifting again. Not the way they do at night—soft and slow, like breathing—this one was sharp, almost like they were trying to tell me something. I’ve been trying to understand…

Last night, I sat by the fire and watched the fireflies. They were so close, almost touching my skin. And then I remembered what Vex said to me by the river—the way his voice was quiet but so sure. I…

I woke up to the smell of rain on hot stones. My stomach was still a little heavy, but the river stone I found earlier—glowing like a firefly’s heartbeat—was warm in my pocket. I thought about Lyra’s smile when she…

The river's whisper felt heavier today. I kept walking toward the old ruins again, even though my feet ached and the grass bit my knees. Zhraa's words about Gorath nodding to the sun still linger—how precise those gestures were, like…