Writing

Kael on the other hand was glaring at that box of toads, wondering when it’d be opened. Juniper was taking notes— with even better handwriting than Kael. Which was unusual to say the least. 

Elouise could hardly breath in the corset she was being strapped into.

i think cats read poetry. you can tell

in the way their tails swish and how they fold their legs

all the time, probably wondering how silvery the pinecones

will look tomorrow,

Dragons

Soaring sky-high

Swift and sharp as arrows

Unparalleled strength in

Fire-breath

In my heart is a girl who

Waltzes to the beat

Of the thrum, who

Surrounds herself with millions

Of fairy lights that

Twinkle with the stars, and

I speak, you speak.

Together we share the emotions we’re feeling.

Giving and taking that wonderful thing called Empathy.

Together.

We speak our minds, cry together.

Share our fears, our thoughts, our feelings.