so, over in visorland, I'm working on a story that, for a little while, and just in one room, dips into my own setting of Kiria
and it's weird how much, the instant I typed the words that shifted the setting, I feel home beneath my fingers. the air shifts, somehow, and all of a sudden I'm looking out over the Great Kirian Forest and thinking about all the people that live there again, and I yearn to tell its stories
maybe some day!