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Time is Secrets Featuring Rooster and Sorina Brief mentions of Lady Mór Autumn, Year 768 of the New Age Glenmore, The Gardens Sorina Sorina had a hard time collecting herself as she trotted swiftly besides the dark brown stag. This wasn’t going into the direction she had been trying to put it. She could not believe she was even doing this but she had only to blame herself in this case. She had tried to put his attention into another direction but instead of doing that she had practically invited him to enter her sanctuary. She could not take it back. She had already halfways declined him once and as a mere commoner doe, and to make

The Wind's Gift Featuring Ket and a ghost from the past Winter, Year 766 of the New Age Windborne, near Gumtree Hollow Ket The wind spoke to her. Even as she concentrated on diverting its winter currents away from the Hollow, it whispered things in passing. Promises, pleas, gifts. The Stormsinger did her best to ignore its words, as she always had. Even now that communing with the wind was an acceptable and practiced art, she couldn’t bring herself to participate. For too many years, she had worried she was losing her mind. Too many years had she and Étaín fought to quell the whispers of the wind. And for many years they had

Thirst for AdventureFeaturing Ket and Keet Mentioning Rafe, Étain, Gus and Jeet Early Autumn, Year 764 of the New Age Windborne, Gumtree Hollow Keet The decision had been made for a while, but that didn’t make breaking it to his mother any easier at all. Not even remotely. Keet had been stewing on his choices for a time, having begun growing his very first set of antlers over the summer, and now being in possession of his first actual rack. He was a bit of a late bloomer, having watched most other younglings sprout their first spikes last year, but that was okay. He happened to think that his brand new, hardened set of antlers wer

Not the End Featuring Corvus Fall, Year 765 of the New Age Blackwood, near Widow's Hollow Life had no guarantees. That was the only guarantee. Things that Corvus had thought -- or had hoped -- would last forever all had eventually turned to ash. His home and friends in Silverthorne were but a bittersweet memory of his childhood. His travelling ways and wanderer’s soul had long since lost its appeal. And the color too had gone out of his life long ago - when she’d looked at him with such unfiltered hate and had disappeared forever, she’d taken the light with her. All that was left to the black stag was his uncertain place