Saruman: "He eats too many mushrooms..." My Epicly Kookie Aunt: **gapes widely** "There's no such THING as too many mushrooms!"

Hello, fellow Inklin's and strangers of the unknown! I have finally decided to update this 'ere. blog! It looked sad and lonely! :-( Poor wee lonesome blog! **pats it consolingly** There, there! I have come to update you! x3 Well, I am finally working on Chapter 2 of TWA! xD Below is a wee taste of it! <3 It has a description of an animal is there! To give you an idea of what a "bargnot" is I'll show you my fantasy world encyclopedia, in which I created the bargnot!

Bargnot - A seashore creature with a shell on its back and head. Fur dangles from its chin. It is hunted down for food and its shell. The meat is like a cow's but it is sweet and salty even without seasoning.

May you pen be swift, your mind be sharp, and your focus be steadfast, as you make your defense!

The Swashbuckler Disciple,
Mari J. Fahel

In the silence of the cabin Melody began muttering incantations, to calm the flow of memories, and set them to rights. They slowed down, just as she intended them to. She quickly ceased when Erik came back in, followed by a girl with auburn red hair. She was carrying a tray of food, which she placed on the bedside table. She placed a much softer hand on Melody’s forehead, asking in an undertone, “How are you feeling? My name is Jeniah.”

Melody shrugged. Giving Jeniah more reason to be concerned, apparently, because she leaned over, and looked intently into her eyes, then smiled reassuringly. After an awkwardly long pause Jeniah’s slight smile was replaced with a good-natured beam of joy, “Eat up. And I’ll get Erik to check on you, every now and then, okay?”

Melody smiled, hesitantly and nodded to Jeniah in acknowledgement. Jeniah rose to her full height and strode towards Erik, who then, followed her out the door. When they were out of her view, Melody turned to her tray of food, her stomach grumbling it’s desire to be filled. The tray was laden with cold bread, cheese, and some steaming hot soup. From the looks of the soup, she thought it might have bargnot meat, turnips, potatoes, and some sweet carrots. She pondered the delectable smell for a moment as she the naturally sweet and salty meat of the bargnot made her stomach growl even more persistently. She lifted the tray off the small table, and placed it in her lap. She sunk her teeth in the bread, and began to scarf it down like a starved madwoman. When she finished the bread, she gulped down the soup, in a rush. The cheese, she left, poking it with her fork.

As she continued to poke the cheese, a girl with honey-brown curls, reaching down to her waist walked in. Her face was fair and freckled, and as she stepped in she beamed across at Melody, her words rang out in good cheer, “Hey, Mellie!”

“Hey, Mor!” Melody replied, smiling sweetly.