http://slow.writerscafe.org/Morchantwen The original writings of author Morchantwen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094718 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wild music played. It half made Asta want to get up and dance but she was so tired. The other half of her mind complained that the music was just a little to loud and it grated on her sensitive ears. All around her the Fae were laughing and talking gaily. And they were endlessly moving. They never s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morchantwen/1998285/  "Magic is everywhere. Everywhere in this realm at least," Wisdom paused in the middle of an eye roll to look at Asta and Lonn, "In the world where you both have been living there are many humans." "You don't say?" Lonn muttered under his breath, echoing Asta's thoughts.  "Humans," Wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morchantwen/1987359/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morchantwen/1987344/  The Fae aim for perfection. 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