1)
“What’s for supper?”
“Whatever you cook for us,” the walking mudpile spat back at him, as she closed the door of the hut and squelched her way across the floor. “I am SO tired of hoeing and weeding in this everlasting mud.” #epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 29, 2018
2)
She started to disrobe, a spectacle that might have been more alluring if it hadn’t hurled wet mud in all directions, yet somehow left her covered in it.
The warrior watched her anyway.#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 29, 2018
3)
Once clad in naught but brown wetness, she trudged across the hut’s lone room. And plucked up some of his armor from the heap he’d left it in.
“Hi! What’re you DOING?”
“Joining the crowd,” she told him, shrugging on his…#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 29, 2018
4)
…stained and patched underpadding. “MY turn to play the bright shining hero.”
“But—but what, by the gods, will *I* do?”
She pointed. “The hoe and the mud are both still out there. I’m sure even you can find them.”#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 29, 2018
