Berry Wight

Berry Wight (Picks up where Winter Wights and the Battle of the Bells left off) The enchanted branches overhanging the battle of the bells, songs and wits, wept red drops that rolled into berries, hanging first in singles, then bunches watched by rapt crowds who squealed and charged into the forest intent on picking those magicked berries. Missionaries backed away, not God-blessed this miracle that made the crowd merry. “What the trees give, you take without complaint,” said one man stuffing berries in his pockets. Sarn nodded, piled berries without constraint on his cloak helped by Ran who rocketed ’bout picking fruit, smiling, humming … Continue reading Berry Wight