The air was cold and getting colder with each passing day. Winter would soon be upon Terrasylvae and the now dull colors of Autumn would be replaced by a stark white. Things were settling in and it wouldn’t be long before these vibrant halls of nature would slumber for a time.
“Sssssh!” Kane hissed. “Lorcan might hear us and then you’ll have definitely lost this little war.”
It’s pronounced “here-eyeth” (roll the “r”) and it’s a Welsh word. To some, it implies the meaning of missing a time, an era, or a person. It is associated with the bittersweet memory of missing something or someone, while being grateful that thing existed.
“What it sounds like is you two have gotten yourself in a prank war and you seem to be losing.” Kane smiled as he teased the mischievous goblins.
“I swear that bird is following me.” said Damian.
He made sure to find a way to not only touch the falling water, but also fill up his water-sack with the cool, crisp water before returning to a specific ledge that jutted out into the cavern. Sitting down, with his feet dangling over the edge, Kane pulled out a few tasty morsels from his back pack and looked out over cavern below him as he ate.
“I’m Puckleflup, patron of finders-keepers, devourer of pies, and master of this castle!”
Kane stopped his pacing, and turned to look directly at Shay. He fished something from a hidden pocket up his sleeve. “We found only this.” Kane said holding out the key that Shay had released Westmont with.
Lorcan expected that perhaps they would roll out some long red ribbon for him to walk on, and would play trumpets at his return. But, that would be ridiculous. Long red ribbons were expensive and impractical, and trumpets weren’t to be invented for several centuries.
He was beginning to understand why the Lime Sink was so hard to find.
For whatever reason, on this particular day, Karinith couldn’t go more than a few steps outside the village before she suddenly found herself right back where she left. At first, Karinith thought it nothing more than choosing the wrong path. But when all the paths into the woods were closed to her, her annoyance grew into frustration. It was far from done with her…
Now Bush Mill wasn’t much of a village, but it suited Kane’s goal to travel with little effort. It got its name for the mill that ran with the steady stream. The rest of the buildings just cropped up overtime, filling in the necessities of those who lived there until it got its name on the map. It was quaint. Nice.
Kane couldn’t imagine living in Bush Mill.
Karinith Grier, if you leave this place without trying an adventure, I’ll never forgive you.
Her own thoughts startled her, but they were right. Home was always waiting for her, home would always be there.
But an adventure waits for no one. They were just as restless as she was.
I decided to make a small story about how Sylas gains his curiosity in cooking… however I must apologize to Shay for Sylas only adds to her shop‘s recent misfortune. – Sylas Iorundr
In the depths of Woodland resides a place that is only rumored of by outsiders. A place of magic ruled by the Fey, with a queen as beautiful and as fickle as nature herself. The Fairy Glen.