Aerin could see the clouds lowing on the horizon, and knew what they forewarned. A storm, a big storm that would rage with rain and wind, and likely make it completely unsafe for anyone unlucky enough to be caught without a roof over his head when it hit. Thus, Aerin had taken her bow and her sword and gone into the forest to seek out her friend, ( Read more... )

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( in which aerin is creative but easily goaded, and her cousin is a BITCH. )

She had waited a few days before reading the letter. It had burned a proverbial hole in her pocket, and many times she'd taken it out and smoothed its folds, running her fingers over the paper as if she could divine its contents by touch.

Finally she'd given in. Sitting tucked up against the outer wall of her shelter, she'd unfolded the letter and ( Read more... )

Matt spent a long time staring into the reflection of the waters after a few hours of being in Aerin's body. Thoughts raced through his head as to what he wanted to say to her when (and if ) they were both switched back into their regular bodies. As it came to him, he went back into her shelter and picked up the pen and pad that he had found in the ( Read more... )