UpWater Inn

It’s been… two months? Three? More? It feels like forever. I inherited some powers from my family but world-walking without my ship isn’t one of them. I guess my questions and activities attracted some attention because I was taken from by bed at the inn and held prisoner. Although I have more strength than a normal human I could in no way bend those bars, nor break the surrounding stone. Message birds are nearly impossible to stop, traveling even across dimensions, but I could feel them struggling to get out of my cell – and once through the barrier I could no longer feel them at all, which was… new… and disquieting.

I have given my word not to speak of… the meetings… but I suspect I am actually under a geas. Just the thought of writing it down…. I shudder. I don’t want to think of this anymore.

So! I find myself in a town called BrineWater Market, in an interesting inn named UpWater. BrineWater is on the western edge of the great Wobble Grass swamp. I don’t remember coming here… Anyway! I’m going downstairs to enjoy some crane stew. You can read more about the inn here: UpWater Inn.

 


The beautiful photograph is by Chloé Lam on Unsplash

Creative Commons License This work by Jean Headley is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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