Six Sentence Sunday
I actually remembered what day this was. I missed the past couple of Six’s before I have the memory retention of a guppy. I’m taking a break from my living tattoo story (because I’m stuck right now. :/) and changed to something different. Not sure what I’m doing with this one yet.
The creature speaking is the serpent who watches the gates between the mortal realm and the fae’ish realm that they come from. I really don’t have a name for it yet. It’s a very smug creature.
A hiss and the scrape of coils against metal as the tale of the snake slipped down the back of the clock. “Hss-hss. You made a very bad mistake and got caught. Tsk, tsk. Not very good for the dragon lord. You might not make it back next time.