#WordWeavers for 10th September, 2026
10. Share a description from your WIP that establishes atmosphere without explicitly naming the emotion.
They approached the ruins of the hall through a sea of knee-high ferns that grew up between the cracks of the flagstones, rubble crunching underfoot. Aelyn held Tagal’s hand, wanting the contact. She heard a hissing intake of breath from one of the elfin, and looked over to see him staring down at his feet. She looked down, between the fronds of the ferns, and an icy chill ran down her spine. A bone lay amongst the litter on the ground — covered in moss, discoloured with age, but unmistakably a bone. She pushed aside a frond and felt her hand begin to shake — the bones of a leg and foot lay beneath the ferns, amongst many others.
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