Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Berganashio - Chapter 6
“It’s been three weeks since Chief Hatan’s burial,” Podder stated. He was the second oldest meerbird in the mob and one of the three council members. High up in one of the large trees that grew above the burrow holes, was the counsel nest. The counsel was always comprised of the chief of the mob and the two eldest meerbirds. They sat pensively together. Grinyella, the oldest meerbird of the mob, took a slow puff on her thin wooden pipe.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 5
Not terribly far from the meerbirds, there were nefarious sea-wolfs onboard a ship. Most of their time was spent catching and eating their prey. The rest of the creatures in the land shuddered at the thought of their continual cruelties. It was overcast and it was raining lightly. As the wind blew powerfully, the ship bobbed up and down on the waves. The ship was bleak and tattered in appearance and the anchor had been down at the bottom of the seabed for days.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 4
In a very different part of the land, far from where the fairies, totters, fireflies, and hummingbirds lived, there lived a mob of meerbirds. The meerbirds were similar to meerkats, which are found in other worlds. However, they possessed beautiful, white wings. A mob of meerbirds sat in a circle around the campfire somberly. The firelight flickered on their black, beady, calm eyes. Their wings were all tucked carefully behind them out of reverence. Even the youngest of the meerbirds sat with their parents, both unusually quiet, and attentive. Keenwai stood up, while clearing his throat. His muscles felt a bit tense, but it was because he didn’t like speaking in front of crowds. He began to speak what he had been rehearsing in his mind all day since they had buried his sickly father that morning.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
