Perhaps I was always an explorer. But, looking back, I thought I was a cook, and that was all I needed to be or would be.
There was a frost on the grass. The Storyteller exhaled. Damp, cool air made her breath visible. She pursed her lips and held them tight. A deep breath in and one more exhale through her nose.
The vibrant stained glass panels of the walls and ceiling pulsed and turned. Living support structures grew between them. The colors and images shifted with the stories collected.
Silhouette of a folk rabbit with cat features, a Cabbit. His fur is covered in shifting patterns of flowers and leaves.
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