Knotwork Rune is a living thing. She records the song, the stories, and the tracks that I've placed in the snow. Each time I create a little more, she grows. It's an odd twisted way that she has grown, with absolutly no logic but the logic that a storm will rise given enough pollen to start it.

Anyways, you can wander here amoung her limbs... and as long as you follow the rule of the wood: "Take nothing and leave no trace". If you violate my territory, my wood, and the inner workings of my mind... I will not be kind when we meet.







© Kathryn M.G. 2002
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