Both were shooting up in height, but Nanette was getting-stretched. They were both brown, but Nanette’s sometimes seemed like they were staring at what could be, rather than what was. There was still a world between her and the knowing glint in Nanette Weishart’s eyes. She’d stride around with her kilt and her fancy new wand, waving her notecards self-importantly. In doing so, she’d become less of a feral Gnoll girl unable to communicate and more of a cute kid. The furry cub with a round head of white fur who had looked sometimes like a miniature wolf had grown up into a girl. And she, in this place, worked a bit of the magic she sometimes saw floating around her. She would never forget where she had come from, but for now, here was ‘home’. She lived in The Wandering Inn, and she had come here to make this place, these people, her new family and home. It started with a mischievous, sometimes silly, rambunctious, brave, kind, and occasionally annoying girl with a future ahead of her. This was one of the most inevitable, inescapable tales in the world. Also, I have not gotten optimal sleep and I’m starting this without a huge amount of notes. When I went to sleep, I woke up to find a huge carpenter ant crawling on me. In Batman’s The Dark Knight Returns, by Frank Miller, Bruce Wayne receives a vision of a bat flying through his window and that tells him to return to being Batman. Check it out here and give them some support! ) (MelasD, a fellow author and reader of The Wandering Inn, has released a webcomic for their story, Salvos! A webcomic for a web serial? Sounds like a good idea.
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