Been awhile. Here's a snip of what I've been working on.
Rough draft, please don't quote or repost. Thanks!
The Wyrd's subtle presence wound itself around her senses, feeling like the lightest of touches against skin.
Ania paused, her hand hovering above the door handle, and examined the Wyrd. She did not think it was meant to harm, merely alert someone to entry. Ania smiled wryly. She reached out and grabbed the door handle.
The Wyrd broke with a nearly audible twang. Whomever had spoken it would have received the backlash of a broken Wyrd. She hoped it gave them a headache.
