Diaries of the Moonlight Hours

The table was full of cut up fruit. On plates were sliced crunchos, wedges of red citranges, palm-crunchos cut open in half, pink tangoes, and bunches of dark blue plops. Meats and breads were harder to come by, but it didn’t matter. Sweet foods were the best. At the end of the table stood a…

“Weren’t you scared?” Vison stared at Scaplo, a little petrified at hearing the griffin’s ordeal. “A little,” Scaplo seemed nonchalant. “But that’s just what happens on duty.” “But they hurt you,” the young boy protested. “And they tied you up.” Arthor rolled his eyes at his little brother’s gentleness. Was he always such a worry…

The old man didn’t want to sign my travel log. I told him, as I’m required to, that Courier Griffins promise to reimburse – that means to pack back – any travel fees accumulated – or built up. He understood what I was saying. He told me he sold pumpjacks at the Hurley Agora. I…

“It’s remarkable.” Scaplo continued. “I never seen anywhere like it.” Young Vison sat upon the grass, eyes wide with anticipation. Young Arthor, his older brother, did not care much. He was only there because it had been too long since their old neighbor, Scaplo, had come back to town. Arthor slouched on the trunk of…

The march through the woods was quick. Everybody moved together, but faster than the usual pace. It seemed everyone was nervous. And so they should be. It was not a good thing, what they were gonna do. But they were just kids and they wanted to see. The kids got to the edge of town…

“Do you remember all the important parts of a ship?” Father gave him stern eyes. There was a moment’s delay. “The hull?” “Okay. Tell me the components of the hull.” Father’s eyes were much the same. “The mast?” “Rodger,” father sighed. “You’ve come to the yard countless times before. I know the lads have shown…