November 29: Vesper
We’re old now
Old ladies on old wings
And self-guided sojourns
So long ago we bid our way
So long ago…
“We were so young then.”
The world is old now too
At least to us
We who walk with immortals
Until the days grow longer
Until the days…
“We were so young then.”
Prompt: It’s a brand-new world. Use the die roll from the previous page to determine what Winter brings.
A Still White Sunrise. There’s beauty in the snow—a bright blanket cascading across the ground.
Tempered Ice Plumes. Trees, grass, all crunch with a frozen touch. The new world glistens, clad in a hard mist.
People of Frost Rites. The People are dressed differently. They dig, they play, they build. And they laugh.
The Pale-kin. Beasts the bees have never seen. White and blended with the snow. Who are they? Do they always come at this time?
Doldrum Days. There is little sound at all from life. The bees can hear the smallest noise, natural things that never spoke before.
Bare Wood Fallen. No trees, flowers, or plants bear any pollen. They are leafless and gone. But not dead. Only hiding.
Write: Though terrifying, Winter is also beautiful. How do the bees react? Are they curious? Are they cautious? What do they feel about this season that all other bees have hidden from?