Outsider Artisan

Gemma had not slept alone, but for a stray night here and there, for almost six years. The warmth of Meila curled up next to her had always been there. Gemma didn’t sleep as long, so she’d always fall asleep with Meila breathing softly in her ear, and wake up the same way. There was no breath on her

“Gemma, calm down,” the man says. A young woman is wringing her hands, staring at the half-burned trees before them. Half the forest was burned away, the smoldering remains are still smoking, sending black billows into the sky. It’s raining. Gemma herself conjured a gentle rainstorm to put out the f