Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Blue in the face, fire in the forest

Last night, I dreamt I had indigo skin.

It didn't look sickly or wrong in any way, just glossy and beautiful, not unlike my stoneware teacups. I was rather disappointed, and thirsty for tea, when I woke up.

But the dream reminded me of a story I made for a live roleplaying game once, about a group of children who had just murdered their 'father' and escaped from the fog engulfed swamp islet where he kept them. Their skin was blue because of magical contamination, and they were dying.

Maybe I should try to write it sometime. But for now, it's back to the forest, where Figenschou is about to do something unspeakable.

Watch out, cat. The flames may burn you, too.


Li:ne said...

Cats think they can control flames, you know.

tone almhjell said...

Cats think they can control the universe, pretty much.

Laini Taylor said...

I love your mind :-) The blue contamination and dying children sounds sad and grotesque, but still awesome.

camilla said...

I totally agree, Laini!
I really hope you write out this story, Tone, and let me read it...