#alagaesia
I stare at my feet
My home where I should be
Magic is dead here
Alagaësia calls me
I speak in the ancient tongue
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
The ink fades to beige
A voice pulls me from the page
But the boughs and hills remain
Desperately, I muster
My eyes, alight—brisingr
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 3:29 AM UTC
He hunts in the Spine
The woods erupt warmth and light
The deer bolts, affright
A blue stone? No – dragon’s egg
She, Saphira Bjartskular.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC