Munin Hazelmane

A Fairy Tale | Short Story |

Spring could be a cruel mistress. The bard lifted his chin and examined the sign above the door: Rooms Available. The cold, sideways rain soaked his lashes as he looked up. It wasn’t the most inviting-looking inn, but it sounded busy, and he needed to stop somewhere. With perfect timing, and a predictability that only appeared in stories, a horse and ca…