Tag: type xviii

The Granat Sword and Dagger

∴ A Fruit of Battle ∴ You press your palm against the familiar globe of the pommel, and try instead to recall the fruit. How you marvelled in the palace garden as the duke plucked a pomegranate from the Queen’s own tree, breaking apart… Continue Reading “The Granat Sword and Dagger”

The Sustantia Sword

∴ A Heavy Blow ∴ Your father had no love for war. He scolded you and your brothers for playing at knights, and clicked his tongue in disdain when armour-clad mercenaries sloped into the tavern. He once refused to serve a group of youths… Continue Reading “The Sustantia Sword”

The Fleeting Sword

∴ A Fleeting Visit ∴ “Must you go?” you ask as she laces her riding boots. Black ribbon pulls tight against calloused fingers as she shapes the graceful loops. Sunlight sits dappled on dark hair, cast in many hues by leaves about the latticed… Continue Reading “The Fleeting Sword”