Wildling Series

Greetings! There are some name changes this week; I'm going to try to change previous posts, but for now the changes are just from here out. That character of Atcher the brownie is changed to Fen, and the Wind Rabbit Undertow is now Spindrift.Chapter 15: PetrichorStaring at the scene, Tonic notices how the grey seamint path curves most of the way around the circle. There are 5 box-houses, their partially-built bones tall and stark. Each box-house has a tiny, short-grass meadow around it. The house bones sit just outside the grey path; in the center of the seamint circle is a smooth, black surface that looks almost sticky (but is firm and dry to Tonic’s cautious touch). A movement catches the gnome’s attention, and Tonic braces for an attack before realizing it’s just a reflection in the window of the nearest partial-house. Looking closer at the reflection, it is apparent that the green is missing in Tonic’s hair puffs. With a soft, bewildered touch to a hair puff, Tonic notes other changes “My eyes should be a warm, persimmon orange, why are they now the color of black walnut?” The gnome’s mossy patches and bark-like skin are altered too; the moss is gone, leaving instead pale patterns on the delicate brown skin. “Where has my bark gone? Where is my moss?” Tonic wonders aloud. Marvelling and still gripping the perfect, red metal cylinder, Tonic lets out a loud yelp when a voice nearby says “Are you going to drink that soda?”Fen slowly moves over to sit by Prism, collecting rocks along the way. Neither friend speaks. Prism is angry and frustrated, trying to stand, prodding at the useless legs, and attempting to figure out what’s going on. Fen is sorting the rocks, noting their colors, textures, and sizes, organizing and reorganizing them in different patterns. The brownie keeps trying to tell Prism that everything will be okay, that the rocks just need to be in the right order for it all to work out, but for some reason Fen can’t seem to communicate ideas very well. The brownie’s inspiring demeanor isn’t functioning like usual.After the brief scream of surprise, Tonic stammers “W-what? Who..?” The gnome’s wide eyes take in a figure in odd, fantasy clothes, wavy grey hair in a bun, and sturdy, dark boots. “From your expressions and clothing I’m guessing you came from the Land of Legend. I’m Petrichor - I’m a tylwyth teg. Don’t worry; this building site is deserted. Most paths from Myth to Legend come out somewhere abandoned. I’m not sure why, though. Maybe it’s easier to build a path where it won’t run into stuff? I like to walk through and admire the quiet; it’s a melancholy sort of beauty here. Anyways, hello! How can I help?”With another sneeze and a snuffle, Tonic’s looks again at the metal cylinder. The gnome’s mind is in a whirl trying to figure out what to ask, or say, or do. “I don’t… What’s a soda? Can you help? My friend’s legs aren’t working.” is the best the gnome can manage.Petrichor pipes up, “Let’s go look; I’ll do my best to help. Is this your first time traveling to the World of Myth?” Tonic nods as they walk back to Prism, and the tylwyth teg continues, “Ah. Well, then. Have you discovered how you’ve changed yet? I lost my ability with plants; I can’t grow anything anymore. I create gardens in paper and paint now. I’ve learned ever so much, but it is a blow to lose my connection with living plants.” Tonic realizes that Petrichor’s whole outfit is adorned with plant imagery; buttons that look like flowers, embroidered patches of leaves and blooms, a hair tie knitted to look like a vine, even plant patterns woven into the cloth. The gnome says with honesty, “I’m so sorry; that sounds really difficult. I can’t imagine not being able to interact with plants!”Ahead of them are the figures of Fen and Prism. Tonic gestures to the two friends, asking Petrichor, “Can you help Prism?” Tonic remembers the earlier reflection and all the changes it showed, and uneasily tries to take in Fen and Prism’s changes. Fen’s hair no longer looks like quartz and hidden gems, but more like pale straw. The brownie seems introspective, not vocal and full of ideas. Prism’s hair is no longer splashing ocean waves, but is an undulating pale brown color, and the sprite’s skin is smooth and peach-ish like a newt, instead of the rippled angry of tidal pools and riverstones. “I don’t know if I can help, but I can do basic first aid.” Petrichor plops a rucksack on the ground and rummages through while muttering “Spray Slip (for slippers), Stop Flop (for better flips), receipt for Quiet Classes (for sneakers)... Hah! First aid kit.” The tylwyth teg opens the first aid kit and looks over the disgruntled Prism’s legs after taking the sprite’s temperature. After some careful bends and observations of Prism’s legs Petrichor says, “So there’s no pain in your legs? No feeling? I’m no professional healer, but nothing looks especially bruised or broken. If you could walk fine a minute ago, then perhaps this is your pri

Chapter 14: WildlingsAfter a restful night at the Snail’s Gift, Tonic, Atcher, and Prism are excited to be on their way. Finding Graemes and their journey’s end seem very close, and they are full of fizzy energy. The Wind Rabbits remain asleep in their bag, satchel, and pouch, as brownie, sprite, and gnome eat and break their fast.Notyet is busy cooking, cleaning, and generally tending to guests and the inn while the trio enjoy a hot cereal of oats, buckwheat, and hemp seeds, with maple cream, chopped pecans, and fresh huckleberries on top. As the friends are finishing their meal, Notyet’s work slows down. The snail comes over to chat with the friends, “You seem to have learned a good bit about the World’s Between from your friend Graemes, I will try to help fill in any gaps in your knowledge before you go. Do you have questions?”“Yes,” Atcher is ready to take notes, “can anybeing travel the Worlds Between? I understand the Lintels and Marginalia keep accidental crossing to a minimum, but are there people who cannot go? Could a group like us be separated, if not everyone is a Wildling? Are there limits to how much we travel?”Notyet nods, “You have many good questions. As you’ve said, a Wildling is one who can travel the World’s Between. The word for someone who cannot sense or travel the World’s Between is “Glazed.” The Glazed cannot sense a Lintel, they do not get the “wild” feeling a Wildling has. When a Lintel is near, Wildlings describe an experience of the world shifting, of feeling newness, or magic, or of the world seeming brighter or more urgent. So no, not everyone travels the World’s Between.” Notyet looks at the group and continues, “As for a group traveling together, it may be possible for a Glazed to travel the World’s Between with the help of a Wildling, but I do not know. I’m not sure it’s ever been tested scientifically. Most beings regard the World’s Between as made-up, magic, fantasy, mere legend; those few who do travel are usually too busy traveling and having adventures to test the science of it.” Here the snail pauses to clear away the dirty dishes.With a nose-wrinkle Atcher looks at Prism and Tonic, “We were doing so much, I never really considered… are we really going into the World of Myth? Where tricksy humans trap us and steal our science and skills? Where we get turned to stone? It hardly seems like something real…”Prism’s changeable moods flow between surprise, disbelief, and anger, settling near confusion. “I never really thought… Graemes does travel, Graemes goes somewhere. And the journal mentions the World’s Between. And Nightshade said the World of Myth is real, and Vellum agreed; Notyet too. I mean, how would it even be some elaborate prank?”Tonic pats the pocket with the plush moth in it, “I’m sure the World of Myth is real, but… well, just like any story, maybe bits of it are made up? Maybe it’s really just another part of the real world? I just don’t think magic can really be real...”Notyet returns from cleaning and continues, “Your last question is about limits on travel; again, not much rigorous scientific testing has been done about traveling the World’s Between. However, I do get a fair amount of travelers, and they all have stories. While I’ve never heard of strict limits, travelers do report changes. Some changes might cause you to choose to limit your travels across the World’s Between. Do you know what happens when you finish crossing the Lintel? Rules between worlds don’t always match. What works on one side may be different on the other. The reward of growth requires risk; some beings who travel the World’s Between change but little, some change a lot. I have heard of some for whom time passes differently between worlds, and some whose body shape changes, some find they speak differently, some lose abilities or knowledge. Travel together, stay kind and adaptable, and you should fare pretty well.” The snail offers a cloth package to the trio, “Here, it’s your first trip. Take some apples and bread. The World of Myth is strange, and it’s always helpful to have at least one meal on you. Now follow me.” Before any of the friends can say thanks, Notyet opens a door down the hall and points outside with a rainbow umbrella. “The smooth grey path there. That’s a paved road. Seamint I think it’s called. It will take you the rest of the way to the World of Myth.”Giving profuse thanks to Notyet, gnome, brownie, and sprite head down the paved path of seamint. “This path has nothing to do with the sea.” Prism notes. “Nor has it anything to do with mint!” Tonic agrees with a sneeze. Atcher takes a small piece of the smooth grey path to examine more closely, when Prism lets out a gasp. Atcher wants to check on the sprite, but feels it is important to study this bit of stone from the path first. Looking at the grain and texture, Atcher is certain they could understand the place they were going better, if the stone would just make sense.Tonic rushes over to help Prism, who has

Chapter 13: The World of Myth (and Land of Legend)All three friends desperately want to run, but each stays on the circle of barren earth to help the other two. Slowly, in this way, each individual only managing to stay in order to support their friends, the semi-paralized trio inches forward until gnome, sprite, and brownie all stand completely on the barren patch of earth. The reddish-grey dirt is dry and grainy; no interesting rocks beckon to Atcher, no puddles call to Prism, no plants hope to sing with Tonic. The trio is frozen with anxiety, as if in stasis. Then, with a very deep breath (one full of trepidation and uneasiness), Prism, Tonic, and Atcher hold hands and reach out to touch the Tree Beyond the Garden.Atcher waits anxiously; there is no mystical wooshing tunnel. Tonic tenses nervously; there are no sparkly lights opening a portal. Prism quickly loses patience and huffs in disappointment, “Wallowing currents! We’ve completed our Craft Conclusions, journeyed on a Wanderlust, met a dryad with a curse, were nearly stranded in a forest on our way to the Librarians, found a Knight and leveled a mountain, navigated an impossible village, crossed an endless meadow that’s only 20 paces across, walked further than I’ve ever been from home… but we made it! We made it to this tree to find Graemes. And nothing happens?! What do we do now?”Impacted by the sprite’s words, Tonic considers going home; there is no longer the pull of the Wanderlust, the adventure could be done, and they would surely meet Graemes whenever the mentor travels this way again. ...but that seems so unfulfilling. To have made it this far, past so much, only to be stopped at the last step? Prism and Atcher watch their friend thinking, waiting for some idea. The gnome pulls out Graemes’ journal and reads the first decipherable portion to be found: “Whenever the world suddenly seems strange, when your heart races for no reason, when your senses sharpen and drink in every detail, when places you know are unfamiliar, when unknown places feel like home, that is a Lintel to the World’s Between. Find the Lintel, and you can cross over. Although the Lintels and Marginalia are often extraordinary, the actual travel of the World’s Between is gradual, often hardly noticed.”“That was surprisingly pertinent.” Atcher quips cheerfully.Looking around, searching for some indication of where to go or what to do, the trio remains baffled. They leave the circle around the dead tree and walk among the depression full of violets; the flowers are fragrant, the green of the vine tunnel is bright. Wandering back out of the vine tunnel, Tonic wonders aloud, “Did we somehow miss the right tree? Is that one last piece of the Marginalia; multiple trees in barren circles in a depression of violets, and we have to find the right one?”When the trio is out of the tunnel, Tonic turns in a circle. “Oh blister buds. Atcher, can you tell from your Stratigraphy Skirt where we need to go? I can’t figure it out.”As Atcher begins pointing out features on the skirt, Prism notices a wiggly movement drop out of the birchbark journal and asks, “Atcher; what’s up with your birchbark?”The three friends see the Sudden Idea about maps wriggle free of the journal and start hopping and spinning. “Maplet?” Atcher asks, kneeling down close to the little Sudden Idea on the ground, “What do you want to tell me?” Maplet spins again, so it’s rose-star shell twirls around, then points away into the thicket forest and squeaks at Atcher. “Thank you, Maplet! Back into the birchbark now.” Atcher helps Maplet back into the bronze bag. “It seems we go this way,” the brownie indicates with a gesture the way the Sudden Idea is pointing. “Maplet is quite certain that although it isn’t exactly the way we came, it’s the way we need to go.” “Perhaps there are multiple trees, then, and we just chose the wrong one.” Tonic muses as the three friends start off again. The forest is as thick as before, full of brambles and untidy trees. Something seems different though, perhaps the lighting, or a scent in the air. All of the friends are quiet, as each tries to figure out what has changed, or if anything has changed. Prism asks, “Is anything different? Or did we just expect so hard for it to be, that now it seems slightly changed?”The group continues on. Prism watches the sky as they walk, and eventually says out loud, “It seems a good bit later in the day than it should be. Wasn’t it still before lunch when we reached the tree? I think we are nearing late afternoon now.”Before any of them can think about this question, they come out in a large meadow of short grass, with a low, sprawling, brown box of a house in the center. There’s a brightly painted wooden sign above the door that shows a snail in a ribbon-bow. The words above the image say The Snail’s Gift in softly curved letters. Maplet lets out a contented trilling purr as the friends approach the building.There is a friendly light glowing from

Chapter 12: LintelThe walk across the rest of the meadow is gentle, and the time seems a good bit shorter than the first half was. While strolling along, Tonic swirls toward Atcher and yelps “Quick! Before they’re gone!” while pointing at the hot air balloon floating slantwise to places unknown. “What?!” the startled brownie grinds to a halt and looks around with concern.“The Useful Device! For seeing far away!” Tonic’s bubbling enthusiasm makes it hard for the gnome to articulate thoughts clearly.Prism gasps, “Oh! Yes, let's send the Nightjar twins your Useful Device! It would likely be ever so much help to them.”Tonic nods in grinning agreement.“Of course! What a brilliant idea!” Atcher responds elatedly. Taking out the far-seeing Useful Device the brownie wonders, “But how do we get it back to them? The meadow takes so long to cross.”“Wind Rabbits.” Prism asserts, while taking the Useful Device. With a sharp whistle, the sprite has all three Wind Rabbits at attention. “It will take all of you working together, but please race this Useful Device up to the hot air balloon. Okay?” Undertow twirls the Useful Device and takes the lead, showing Steam and Turbine how to lift and balance it. Atcher writes a brief note of thanks and explanation, ripping the page out of the birchbark journal. Tonic uses a bit of ribbon from a tea tin to tie the note securely to the Useful Device. Only a few slips and drops later, the Wind Rabbits are racing the Useful Device toward the ever more distant hot air balloon. Continuing their trek while the gift is delivered, the friends share the happy, satisfying feeling of helping. The woods on the far side of the meadow loom up quite suddenly, as though the meadow was eager to have the trio arrive; or perhaps the geography is not as scrunched up at this end. Looking back across the meadow, Prism notices that the hot air balloon and the Nightjar twins are no longer visible. The sprite smiles, thinking of what Weathervane said about lost things, and quietly says, “It was magnificent to meet them. I hope they bring delight where they are needed next. Although the twins aren’t exactly lost things, their friendship is treasured.” Moments later, the speedy Wind Rabbits are back.Surveying the landscape ahead, the friends determine that the trees are large, the brambles tangled, and the undergrowth a thicket. It is hard work to get into the woods. Atcher chooses a sharp Sudden Idea from the Birchbark journal to help cut into the brush. Tonic looks for a path with the least harmful plants, and uses the Mighty Teaspoon Hammer to sweep aside and crush any plants blocking the way. Prism barrels through like a storm, ripping and stomping, and sometimes howling from a vicious thorn or stick. In this way, sprite, gnome, and brownie make it through the woods. Once inside, the light is a dappled green, and the air is cooler. The trees are older and larger, so the undergrowth is thinner, making progress much easier. The trio stops for a rest and a snack of nuts and dried fruit. The Wind Rabbits chase up a breeze to cool everyone, and soon the friends are searching for the depression full of violets that marks the Tree Beyond the Garden. Atcher uses the Sudden Idea about maps to help determine their course. The underbrush has thickened again, and sturdy green vines curl and lock everything together, almost into a wall. Tonic observes, “Some of these vines are as thick as the bowl of my Mighty Teaspoon Hammer. We won’t be able to cut them. But if Compass saw the hollow of violets, then there must be a way through. Look for any sort of break in the vines, or more cleared area.”The search is quite fruitless for a long while, until Atcher notices the opening of a small tunnel. “I’m not sure much more than a Wind Rabbit could slip through there, though.” the brownie muses with disappointment.“Not to worry!” Tonic exclaims, hauling the Mighty Teaspoon Hammer around. “It seems that most of the plants here are dead and brittle. I believe I can lever the tunnel open a bit bigger for us!” The gnome heaves and bashes with the Hammer, causing a ruckus. In a short time, bracken pieces fly and the air fills with viney bark dust. Clearing the debris, the trio sees that the tunnel is big enough to walk through in a crouch. The vines that are left are a vibrant green, and closely woven together, forming a tunnel that almost glows with green light.Tonic goes through the vine tunnel first, to clear the way. Since Atcher is the tallest, the brownie sometimes bonks into a lower-hanging stick or bole. The group is out of the tunnel faster than you can say “repeating regatta of revolving rafts is revolutionary!” Although why you should want to say that is unclear; it’s not as though it pertains to the situation.On the other side of the brief, verdant tunnel is a wide, grassy clearing; a depression filled with violets. In the center is one twisted tree, on smooth, bare earth. The tree is smallish, possibly a peach

Chapter 11: WeathervaneActually approaching the dome takes some time, but not so long as the trio feared in this strange, scrunched-up meadow. Upon closer sight, the dome is a large, round, puffy, rainbow-kaleidoscope of color; and it seems to be inflating. A figure bustles loudly behind the dome, and there is a constant roaring-hum of a noise happening inside the dome. As Prism, Tonic, and Atcher approach the scene, the Wind Rabbits rush up and over the bright dome, twirling and snuffling playfully. “Hullo! Fairwinds, little friends.” is heard to come from the otherside of the dome, where the three Wind Rabbits went. Rounding to the far side, the brownie, sprite, and gnome see a cheerful, busy figure giving bits of sand to the Wind Rabbits (the airy lagomorphs are happily crunching up the tiny particles). The stranger is a bird with a small beak,who is wearing spectacles and a light blue cravat.Tonic calls “Greetings and hospitality!” while Prism waves and Atcher peers at the woven cube next to the figure.Looking up in surprise, the stranger greets the three friends. “Hullo there! Are these Wind Rabbits your friends? They are wonderful!” Flapping a wing in salutation, the stranger continues, “Call me Weathervane. Have you ever worked on a hot air balloon before? I could use some help with mine. We lost some things during a spot of nasty weather recently, so Compass went to fetch some supplies, but my dear twin set out ages ago! We are the Nightjar twins; have you heard of us? We write and reenact our explorations!”The friends stare uncertainly at the enthusiastic figure. Noting the hesitation, Weathervane continues, “Weathervane Poorwill Nightjar? Compass Frogmouth Nightjar? The famous twins, exploring by land and air? … no? Well, no matter! You are in for a treat, because you now are able to make our acquaintances! I travel the skies by hot air balloon, and Compass traverses the land. We put on performances of our most astounding adventures, so all may know of lands far flung and learn of the wonders within them!”“Do you need any help?” Atcher offers. “I’ve not worked on a hot air balloon before, but I think if you tell us what to do, we could follow directions.”“Splendid!” Weathervane crows with enthusiasm. “I appreciate all the help you can give. Here, just hold this rope,” the bird-creature hands a rope to Atcher, “and if you would help pull the basket upright,” Weathervane continues, motioning at Tonic, “and could you have the Wind Rabbits assist in filling the balloon? We will have this set in no time!”The group works hard following Weathervane’s instructions, pushing and pulling and straightening and twisting all the bits that need adjusting, until the hot air balloon is filled, and ready to take off. While waiting for Compass to return, the friends ask Weathervane to share stories of the twins’ travels.“Certainly! I love to regale an audience with a good tale of travel.” Weathervane answers. “I would give you one of our books, but sadly, they were in one of the bags we lost during the storm.”“Oh no! Did you lose a lot of items?” Prism asks, worrying it may have been the storm whipped up on the mountain that caused the twins to lose their things.“Not to worry. We lost some items, but most we can easily replace. I did lose my treasured moonstone necklace, and Compass lost a favorite tin and  beautiful pen. Still, the items served us well while they were with us.” Weathervane moves to fix the position of the basket’s weights and check the straps.Prism speaks up, confused, “Aren’t you sad to have lost meaningful items? I don’t understand why you aren’t upset.”“Well sure,” the explorer replies, “I’m a bit sad, but I know the necklace and other things will go on to help somebeing else. Over time, items get lost. Some things lose their usefulness to us, or are needed more by anotherbeing. That’s one of the reasons we sometimes lose treasured items; they are needed elsewhere. I try to moderate my mourning over losing an item with good tidings for wherever the item is headed next.” Smiling encouragement, Weathervane finishes checking the hot air balloon.Tonic thinks about the beauty in this idea while fixing everyone some tea, and spends a moment being thankful to all the items lost over time, and all the ones found just when they are needed. As the cups are passed around, Atcher pipes up, “Why don’t you and Compass travel together? Why one by air and one by land? Doesn’t it sometimes get lonely being apart that way?”Weathervane nods and replies, “For sure, it can get a bit lonesome. But we travel a similar path, and we meet up regularly to compare notes and swap stories. We get enough together time, we just like to travel different ways. I love flying, see; I always have! The skies, the wind and clouds, the treetops; ahhhh, a soothing balm for me. The ground makes me fidgety. It is too firm, too solid! I was hatched with wings that just don’t fly, so when I was young I always felt nervous an

Audio Block Double-click here to upload or link to a .mp3. Learn more Wildling Series; Wild Adventure. Episode 13; Chapter 10: StoriesWith Atcher, Prism, and Tonic all reunited, evening is arriving. They set out dinner, arrange a camping spot, and once it was dark enough, they set up the Night Tent. The trio hug and joke and laugh as they go about their tasks. Turbine assists with starting a fire, and Steam helps find tasty plants. Undertow stays in the Seafoam Satchel and rests from a grueling day. Once they are all settled and eating their meal of roasted veggies, bread, and cheese, the friends are eager to share their stories.Prism goes first, sharing the story of taking the stream. “You were right, Tonic. The stream is part of the village, and did not allow me to swim my way around the Marginalia’s twisting. I had a terrible rough time.The stream was never where it should be, and sometimes it wasn’t even a stream! I would swim forward into open water, only to bash into impossible rocks and muddy banks. Everything was disorienting and uncomfortable, and I hated feeling alone. Every time I thought I was making progress, I kept finding myself back beyond the wall, or halfway out in the forest! Once I even found myself in the ocean; I had to swim a current that was hidden in a subaquatic cave to keep up with that twist. The stream did not like my affinity for water, and had to pull a lot of tricks to keep me turned around! Everyway I faced was upstream current. Undertow could barely keep up with the flickering speed of twists. Skidding along the surface as fast as a freshening wind, that Wind Rabbit almost got twisted to places without me! I had nearly made it into the middle of the village, when I came to some shallows lush with cattails and thick with mountain laurel. The fight to get there was exhausting, as whatever way I went, I was fighting current. The place was gorgeous, though, just like The Shallows at home! Undertow sniffed a laurel bloom floating in the stream, just as the place twisted again. I was horrified! I barely caught a hindfoot as I felt the waters changing, and Undertow ended up stretched thin across several waters. Poor thing was barely a puff for a while. I gathered Undertow up into my arms, calling the fierce little Gale to me across the wide winds and waters. It took forever, I was worn out from trying to stay still in the shifting river, but every moment Undertow was stretched meant another twist and a further stretch of the wind rabbit. I gathered as swiftly as I could, coiling the rabbit up and gathering as much breeze into my arms as I could; I think Undertow lost a bit of an ear, but it will heal.” Prism gently pets the sleeping rabbit in the satchel and goes on, “Once I had Undertow together I just slumped against the riverbank and stayed still, cradling the little Wind Rabbit as the world twisted around us. I think I slept that way for a while. That’s where we were when Undertow heard Steam singing. I’m so glad I was already holding the rabbit, or I never would have been able to keep up! I’m so relieved to be with you both again. I missed you, my friends.” Prism finishes the story with a smile and a friendly hand-squeeze.Atcher’s story is next, of using a Sudden Idea and getting help from some Bits and Pieces. “I didn’t think we could just ASK for help, and I really wanted to use a Sudden Idea about maps! I opened to a fresh page in my birchbark journal, and started mapping what I could see of the town. The Sudden Idea helped orient me, and I kept track of where I’d traveled with my stratigraphy skirt. I walked around part of the outside of the Village, but the edges kept mutating, and didn’t properly match up. I was sometimes one one side, sometimes another, but never going where I wanted to. I took a break to rest and re-organize my map pages; I have pieces of maps crammed in all over multiple pages. It’s a mess! While resting I was reorganizing my birchbark journal, and also my bronze bag when I found a Bit hidden in the bottom! I have a Piece in my pocket, and I think I focused on that for a while; I remember the light changing. It might have been night, because I got out the folded-up Night Tent and used it as a glowing star to see by. I was eventually able to construct a Useful Device, which was reenergizing for me! Unfortunately, the Useful Device I created wasn’t much help with the specific problem of navigating the Village of Twist; it allows me to see further, but as the village keeps changing and shifting, seeing distant things wasn’t really pertinent. It just made me more aware of how lost I was in regards to my mission.” Atcher says while showing the crammed map pages and Useful Device to the friends. After Prism and Tonic get to examine the maps and murmur appreciatively over the Useful Device, Atcher packs them back away in the bronze bag, knowing the Useful Device will be helpful later. Tonic shares the story of befriending River Brindle, and getting gui

Chapter 9: MarginaliaOnce out the other side of the woods, brownie, sprite, and gnome walk for some time, discussing their adventure. Falling into a hole is agreed to be a low point; sleeping in the Night Tent on the winding trail was definitely the highlight. Atcher consults some notes, “We need to find the Twisting Village. It is supposed to shift and change every time you observe it. The Tree Beyond the Garden is in the woods just past their meadow. Getting through the village will be difficult, though. Any thoughts or plans? I have been caring for a Sudden Idea about maps. I want to see if it can help us traverse the shifting streets.”Prism is quick to speak up, “From what Vellum said, there is a creek that goes around and through the village; I think we can use that to bypass the challenging Village of Twist.”Tonic isn’t so sure. “I think we are going to need some local knowledge. The Twisting Village is part of the Marginalia. I don’t think it can easily be defeated or snuck around. But Vellum said people live there, so somebeing must be able to help guide us!” With a stormy temper, the water sprite argues, “We can’t just ask. What would we tell them? If they guard the Lintel to the World’s Between, they aren’t just going to take us to the Tree Beyond the Garden! And remember how concerned the panel was at your Conclusion? I don’t think we can just tell people that you are a Wildling. They might purposely leave us lost and trapped there!”“Those are valid concerns.” the garden gnome agrees “I think we could find a way through, though. Atcher is great at explaining things, and inspiring people to join in. I’m sure if we ask, it will work.”The disagreement grows, each friend thinking their way is the only way, and no compromise is reached. After lengthy discussion, Prism says "I'm going to try it my way and you try it yours," and storms ahead in a huff. Tonic looks at Atcher, who shrugs in agreement. It seems they have finally come to a consensus; they will each try their own way, see who gets to the Tree first, and then help the others reach it. All this discourse means the trio arrives sooner than they expect, to the labrynthine village on their map. “Oh, whoa. Here is the twisted village.” Atcher quavers, looking over the slate stones of the houses, the somber shining metals, the deep red color of the street bricks, the bright glass windows, and the heavy dark wood doors and fences. “The dark and bright patterns must reflect light so that it is hard to see where you are going; like tricks with mirrors.” Turbine huddles down in the bronze bag, and the Sudden Ideas peek out of the birchbark journal.Prism cuddles Undertow and comments “The mist here never goes away. I can tell from the way the weather moves. The mist will shift, but the air stays moist; it only turns thicker into fog, or back into wisps of mist. It must be miserable to see anything.”Tonic gulps and puts Steam back into the teapot, with the lid firmly closed. “Okay. Are we all ready to get through this Marginalia maze village?” Doubting whether they should split up, Tonic watches Prism in the creek, singing to the current, and sees Atcher eagerly follow one of the Sudden Ideas around to the far side of the Village wall. “Well,” the gnome says to a nearby rosemary bush, “We are at the Marginalia, we are so close. But we are separated. Prism trusts the water and Wind Rabbit to lead a safe water route. Atcher is inspired by a Sudden Idea. I really wish we were together.” Walking through the gates and into Twist Village, Tonic looks at the red brick lane and dark slate buildings nearby and feels lost among the shifting streets and abundant alleyways; light glints and hides, mist curling over everything. Villagers are mostly on busy errands of their own. Most aren’t exactly rude, but also not very helpful when approached by a strange gnome. While standing in a park green and trying to determine which way to go, and feeling terribly turned around, Tonic spots a cheerful figure chatting with some villagers and warming a weary butterfly from a perfectly still hand. Tonic goes over to say hello and see if this villager can help navigate the way to the Tree Beyond the Garden. Offering their name as “River Brindle, of Okashi Street” the villager is tall and lithe, with large hazel eyes, beautiful wavy orange hair, and black stripes. And the wonderful thing is that although the gnome is feeling lost and nervous in the constantly-new, peek-a-boo village, there is someone offering to help. Tonic remembers dire warnings from stories and myths, and briefly fears that this new friend might not be as genuine as they seem. However, they keep to bright, populous places, and this stripey new friend is kind and considerate of all Tonic says and asks. The gnome decides to trust their gut, and takes advice from Graeme’s journal, “Many stories are told as cautionary tales; they are created to try to keep us safe. But often they also make

Chapter 8: ContinuingYelling angrily at each other Tonic and Atcher lash out in a slurry of words: “What do we do now?! How do we get Prism back?! Where do we go?! How can this happen?! That’s our FRIEND! Bad things can’t happen to us! Why couldn’t I DO anything?! Why didn’t you help?!”The two friends yell grief stricken accusations to eternity. They holler desolation and loneliness at each other, crying for the unfairness (the Wind Rabbits hide from the out-pouring of pain). The burning, gritty, unceasing wind whips at them and slowly wears their anger and shock away, carrying the tiny particles of emotion far away on the air currents, leaving gnome and brownie worn out and defeated.Once all is quiet again, the friends having exhausted their fighting, and only the ceaseless, stirring susurrous of the wind remains, Atcher and Tonic slump down on the sandy ground. The mountain has leveled out from the air currents carrying away, and sifting smooth, the sandy soil. Pre-dawn light glows on the horizon. Then, as gentle as the breath before a storm, Atcher hears the delicate trickle of sand shifting. Tonic points at the depression where Prism had been, and Atcher and Tonic watch the grit shift and swirl in it’s own eddies of air. The faintest whisper of breeze, like the soughing of a single, irritated leaf, says “Oh, pond scum! This sand is miserable and greedy.” in exactly Prism’s stormy bluster.Prism, an invisible rush of air, pulls free from the grasp of the abandoned Summer’s sand. “I’m a water sprite, but I am made of tides and storms. I am of the weather, and no nasty, grumpy, pouting grains of dehydrating dirt will stop me!” Nothing more than a darkly breezing whisper, Prism’s vehemence is still blatant.Tonic and Atcher cheer to know their friend is there, although they cannot see the sprite. The sun is up, and glaring harshly at the dry mountain. Rising high in transparent spirals of air, Prism floats in cirrus clouds, pulling in their vapors, and calling a warchant that sounds like bated stillness and screaming torrents. All three Wind Rabbits race toward the sea, snapping and harrying black clouds before them. Once drenched with the high altitude precipitations, the water sprite climbs down a cumulus rope and lands again on the parched, cracked, barren swath of land. Prism’s new skin shines like riverstones and angry tidal pools. The sprite’s chant of vengence continues, more screaming torrent now than bated stillness, and the Storm Herds thunder toward the flattened mountain. Rain pours down all around.Atcher and Tonic are still stuck in the sand, and they soon become mired as the rains fall. The Wind Rabbits are all driving clouds toward Prism, leading the Storm Herds in. The water sprite continues to call, crackling with power, as the Storm Herds rush, roiling nearer. The sky is black with boiling clouds, rain is lashing down, and the cracking thud of the heavy hooves of the Storms sparks electricity that sears sand into glistening glass.As Tonic and Atcher help pull each other free of the sticky earth, Prism’s snapping, rumbling chant continues with a passion. Atcher calls out, trying to be heard above the rising storm, “The tea leaves! Is this when we need Prism’s ferocious emotions?” “Yes!’ Tonic agrees, “And the missing season has caused a land of desolation and death; Summer is the grave enemy.” Turning toward the sprite, with the land in tremors from the mention of Summer, Tonic shouts to be heard above the storm “Prism! What is the hidden poem?!”At these words, Prism stops conjuring the terrible hurricane, and says with surprise in a low voice, like the barest rustle of raindrops on leaves, “Oh...My creation song…” The sprite stands on the edge of the eroding cliff, wild rain mixing with foaming surf and seaspray; everything is soaked and pulled about by the storm. Prism’s voice crashes and fades like a storm-tossed boat on wave swells, then sounds more like wind soughing and wuthering. The conjured storm pauses, then builds according to the sprite’s words:  I Was the Wind and the OceanI stood on the edge of sadness,Looking at the chasm beneath me.One the balcony of despair,The wind played with my hair,Tossing it about my face.Then it picked me up,Swirled me to places my mind had yet to see.I ran atop the ocean,The sea-spray in my clothes,Waves pushing at my frame,Begging me to join them.So I did.I flung out my armsWith my head held high,And laughed at the Great Unknown,Then fell backwards into the foam.I was the Wind and the OceanAnd I laughed.The sudden wind and waves from Prism’s poem has further washed the mountain away, and as the sprite stills, the friends find the mountain has worn away into a sandy shore. The far-off ocean beyond the mountain is now at their feet, not so far off, and lapping seafoam at their toes. The wild, violent hurricane quickly diminishes, and the Storm Herds disperse. Clouds of Summersweet flowers grow in abundance where Prism was consumed by the

Wild Adventure Ep 10, Ch 7.3 Season KnightsAt the next flat area (after another steep, grueling climb), the earth is dry and cracked, the night is oppressively hot and humid, but there is no statue, just an empty pedestal. The landscape is barren and desolate. A lone figure sits to the side of the path, well-lit by the bright moon and stars. The creature’s body is crisscrossed with scars and stitches, and different shades of skin. As Tonic, Prism, and Atcher approach, the figure stands, saying, “Call me Patches. Are you looking for Summer?” The whole mountain rumbles again, and a dry layer of dust settles onto everything, “That’s what I was looking for too. But don’t say the name. The mountain gets really peeved.” Patches finishes with a disheartened sigh.“The Knights get renamed periodically. They must be named to be given their purpose, and these names influence the coming seasons. The fourth knight has gone missing, because it has no name. You must find the Knight’s name, and carve it on the empty Mantle before the Wheel of the Year reaches Spring’s end. The lost knight was made of copper, like the bright flame of the Summer sun.” A cracking, crumbling growl shakes everybeing to the ground. “Ugh. Fine. The hot sun; better?” Patches asks the world. The group waits a moment. Seeming satisfied at a lack of further response, Patches continues, “In the past the knight has been named Plenty, Fire, Growth, Flowers, and Drought.” I have looked all over the mountain, but I cannot find the knight, and I don’t know what to name it. Shouting words about sum… er, I mean, seasonal words out doesn’t work. Either the knight doesn’t just show up when called, or I’m not using the right words.”“You seem exhausted; kind of out of ideas. Why don’t you just go back for a bit?” Atcher asks, brushing off sand and dust, “Go home and rest, or research, before trying again?”Patches looks surprised, a greenish patch of skin raising high over a brown eye, and the thick stitching between a yellow piece and a purplish bit of flesh making a triangle over a blue eye. “Have none of you looked back yet?” Patches says with some pity, “You chose this path. The only way out is forward, new choices. You don’t get a do-over.”Gnome, sprite, and brownie slowly turn to look down the path behind them. “Oh.” they all breathe. There is no path behind them. Tonic opens Graeme’s journal at random for inspiration, and reads with a slight sneeze, “You can always leave...”“That’s actually pretty comforting” Atcher says. “What? How does it apply? There is no path!” Prism points out, patting at dust caked-on to clothes and satchel.“Okay,” Atcher continues “There is no path behind us; we made a choice and can’t go back to the start and choose something else. But we can always leave. We just have to choose going forward.”“Yes!” Tonic pipes up, “That’s what Graemes says. ‘Whether it is a job, a hairstyle, a relationship, or a meal, you can always choose to change it. Leave, choose something different.’”Patches is astonished, and stands still for several minutes, with multi-length, multi-hued hair tangling in the sandy wind. Just as Prism asks, “Are you okay?” Patches re-animates. Then with a joyful whoop, Patches dances toward the statue base. With a powerful leap, Patches picks up the shield (which had recently been leaning against the statue’s base), and proceeds to slide down the side of the mountain, letting out an enthusiastic “Thank you!” Soon exhilarated whoops, hollars, and screams echo back up the mountain. They mostly seem cheerful, and only occasionally terrified.“I’m glad that was helpful.” Tonic says with a small cough, still rather shocked “I guess Patches never considered that leaving was always an option?” “Yes, I think a lot of beings forget that after making a choice, you can still choose something different. It is always good to be reminded that you can leave.” Atcher agrees, while trying to face away from the hot, abrasive night wind.Prism nods, like a wave at low-tide, “Knowing we can leave is good, but I want to find the missing knight so that we can make it to the Tree Beyond the Garden. Any ideas?” The sprite, brownie, and gnome try to think of the next step in finding the missing knight, but find concentration difficult with the searing night’s dry heat and scouring dusty wind. Every way they turn still blows rough grit into their faces, and there is no protection from the constant coating of grime.“Okay,” Atcher asks while spitting out sand, “What epitomizes summer? Oh blasting stones…” At the mention of ‘summer’ the bright sky itself shakes to fractures, and the mountain powders to dry, scorching dust. Everything sinks down some into the fine, sucking sand. “Blistering buds! It is boiling hot!” Tonic yells in fear. Reaching toward Prism and Atcher, the gnome tries to pull them out of the sinking sand.Steam hops out of the travel teapot to help, blowing mightily (like gentle puffs of air). Undertow and Turbin

“I don’t like the idea of Never Return.” Atcher agrees.“Easy enough,” Tonic decides, “let’s find out what Restore the Seasons is about. Maybe whatever is down that path will allow us to use the Short Tunnel on our way back.”In agreement, the trio of friends start up the perilous-looking path to the left. Undertow, Turbine, and Steam race joyfully along the path, frisking in the brisk mountain breezes, and playing a game of Motes and Eddies. Brownie, sprite, and gnome hike up the steep incline, bracing against the slippery path and the pushing breezes. The temperature gets colder as they climb.Huffing and puffing, the friends reach a leveled area before the next climb. The air is colder here, distinctly crisp and chilly. Taking out a gear-patterned brocade duster, Atcher is glad they thought to pack jackets.This part of the mountain is a riot of color, the leaves all decked out in their best colors. The trail is covered with crunchy leaves, and nuts are everywhere, ready for picking. The Wind Rabbits race through the leaves, stirring them up into whorls and swirls of rattling color. Apples, pears, figs, gourds, and persimmons all peek through the foliage just off the path. “This is the perfection of Autumn,” Atcher says blissfully, “all those bits of Autumn you love, squished together into one perfect-painting moment. I bet there is a harvest festival just up ahead!” Tonic has made them each a mug of cinnamon-y tea, and happily breathes in the faint, drifting smell of campfire. Prism sips the warming drink, and curls up with Undertow on a seat-height rock, dreamily knitting the clouds into a rainy grey, when the sprite grunts grumpily “What is that up there?”Ahead of the three friends, an intricately-worked bronze statue stands, blocking the way forward. The trio examines the obstacle. The statue’s armor is patterned to look like sheaves of wheat, with cornucopia of ripe fruits and vegetables meeting in the middle of the breastplate. A full quiver is slung across the knight’s back, and a sturdy hunting bow is held in one hand. On the other side rests a shield, depicting a wounded deer, and a field of stars. The bronze knight stands in mud-caked boots on a rocky bronze path strewn with curling bronze leaves and oakcorns. At close inspection, Atcher notices a cloud and lightning pattern on the helm and gauntlets. The plaque beneath the statue says “Blood Knight.”“Well, what now?” Tonic wonders aloud. Atcher muses, “The statue stands like a sentry or guard, blocking the path. Maybe we need to honor the Blood Knight so that we can pass.”Prism lashes out “Who is giving their blood first, then?”“Let’s take a minute to consider the idea.” Tonic suggests. “We might not need blood to honor the statue. What can we tell about the knight?” Prism snorts and mutters “Oh stagnant seas!” but mulls over the statue’s imagery. “There’s storms, and stars.” the sprite grudgingly offers.Atcher nods and continues, “Good observation! This area is Autumn distilled. And the statue is made of bronze.”“There is the wheat harvest, and the deer hunt. And the base shows a long, winding path. Maybe travel or journey?” “Okay, so the Blood Knight is Autumn, bronze, harvest, sacrifice, storms, stars, and journeys. How does that help us get past?” Prism asks.Atcher looks at the clouds still knit grey and rainy. “Can we each offer something to match an aspect of the Blood Knight?”Prism follows Atcher’s gaze and nods. “I’ll offer a storm.” With a quick spin, the sprite hurls Undertow at the clouds. Giving a nasty bite and a kick, the Wind Rabbit herds the biggest, darkest cloud down toward the statue. Undertow nips and harries the cloud until it is rolling and black. As the storm cloud boils over the Blood Knight it lets out a mighty boom of thunder, and strikes the statue’s bow before scudding off toward the sea.The path beneath the knight seems shorter as Tonic says to the statue, “We are on a journey. My journey. And we must continue this path, for the next stage of my journey.” Then Tonic puts a mug full of cinnamon-y tea at the knight’s feet.Atcher takes out the half-folded Night Tent. Unscrewing a citrine star from a join between poles, the brownie says, “Here, a star to guide you, and it was a piece of my Night Tent, too.” The bronze path beneath the statue has shortened, and the three friends find they can easily continue on the trail up the mountain; somehow the statue is no longer blocking their path. The incline is steep here, and the air gets colder. The trio climbs with difficulty, often needing to boost each other up steep parts of the path, and help brace each other against gravity. The Wind Rabbits do their best to help push the trio along, racing and pushing at their backs.The friends reach another leveled area, and can see the next steep climb ahead. The air has turned bitter cold here, and the friends’ breath comes out in cottony puffs. Prism puts on a heavy, weather-decorated deep blue peacoat, and To

Chapter 7: The Season Knights Once inside the cool, still shade of a Quercus Alba tree, the group sits at a table and goes over their options, while eating a midday meal. The Librarians provide a plethora of fresh fruits and nuts, and Tonic makes an energizing batch of tea. Atcher uncaps ink and gets a fresh nib to write notes in the birchbark journal as Vellum offers knowledge and advice. The Librarian’s voice is clear, listing off thoughts and suggestions. Atcher writes quickly, adding to a list of new words, sketches, and meanings:Marginalia – References the beautiful in the borders. In a work of writing, marginalia are doodles and illustrations, sometimes even notations, in the borders and margins around the main text. Not the main story, but most interesting enhancements. Marginalia is also the name for the things that guard the Lintels to the World’s Between.Lintel - the exact spot or feeling that allows a Wildling to travel the World’s Between. These are often in forgotten places, or found on a Wanderlust. Guarded by Marginalia.World’s Between - How we travel to other realities, alongside our own. Tonic tried to explain this idea with a teapot universe and tealeaf realities. The World of Myth is where we end up (the World of Myth is where all our mythology really lives, stuff like sabertooth oxen and stone speaking and writing twigs that bleed color).World of Myth - the place where our mythic tales come from. All the fantasy dreamed of is basically something real in the World of Myth; back when more Wildlings traveled the World’s Between they brought explanations of what they found and did from the World of Myth, and those turned into our mythic tales.Oburoni - a word Graemes uses; translates as “someone from over the horizon.” It means a person from across the World’s Between, someone from the World of Myth. Glazed - one who cannot travel the World’s Between.Wildling - one who can travel the World’s Between, to the World of Myth. Tend to long for other places and ideas. Often feel like they don’t quite fit in.Vellum wraps up the discussion, saying, “Wherever you go, Wildlings, travel boldly and joyfully! You are on a Wanderlust, and you are exploring new things; enjoy what you learn and change. Remember that you may end up places you don’t like. You can’t alter the fact that previous decisions were made, but you can always make new ones from where you are. Relish time with friends.”After looking at maps, and taking into account the warnings about the Marginalia being guardians, the trio decides to set out for the Tree Beyond the Garden. “The tree seems easiest to reach from here” Atcher decides. Prism and Tonic agree. Vellum marks the way on a map for them, and shows them the path to start on. “The map is yours to keep. I hope you find what you are looking for; please stop by and tell us your tales when you are done. Well met, and meet again!”Tonic, Atcher, and Prism wave to the Librarians as they set out, with Wind Rabbits flitting to and fro. The road is long, but not arduous. There are open fields, gentle hills, and pleasant trees along the path. The travel is easy, and they make good time the first day.That evening, Atcher pulls a bundle out of the bronze bag with the exaltation, “We get to try my Night Tent!” The brownie sets up the tent, with gears clicking into place, and canvas stretched taut. The beautiful tent is the glorious riot of a setting sky, dappled with shining stars that gently glow. The completed structure is a cylinder that easily fits the three friends, and has a special netted shelf for holding food and things off the ground. As Prism directs wind traffic outside, Atcher fixes salad and scones for supper. Tonic makes tea, and muses out loud, “I could have shown Vellum my journal Graemes wrote! I wonder what the Librarians think of the written works versus the grown copies? Would the two versions look exactly the same? Would there be differences, like ink splotches and sketches? Is Atcher’s notebook growing somewhere there?”When the trio is sitting together, Prism asks, “What happens to all the Sudden Ideas? You find so many, Atcher but hardly have more than 2 or 3 running around.”Atcher nods and answers “Sudden Ideas take a lot of care. Somebeings can tend to many of them at once; I’m only good with two or three. Some Sudden Ideas are released, when a creator realizes they can’t care for it. Others go dormant and ultimately slip away if they aren’t given enough attention. They will run around until anotherbeing finds them. The few I’m attending to, I let live in my birchbark journal, being tended and groomed, growing stronger and more useful.”“I had no idea!” Prism exclaims. “So any new Sudden Ideas you find, you have to decide to let an old idea go, or let the new one go?”“Well, if I find a really good one I hold onto it for a bit. I can keep a few extra if I let some be dormant a while. But yes, basically I have to choose which two or three to keep,

“Great!” Tonic cheers; although the gnome doesn’t feel completely joyful yet, the appreciation is genuine. “Thank you both for your hard work. Atcher, your pictures of the path and Orchard really helped jog me out of my funk. Prism, you responded quickly and efficiently. I don’t think we ever would have gotten out without working together!” Prism keeps a weather-eye out and leads the way through the dreary, dense clumps of forest while Atcher makes course corrections using the Stratigraphy Skirt.As they emerge from the dripping, shadowed forest tangle, a Librarian with ink-embellished skin and short, straight, parchment-white hair is tending some trees. The Librarian greets them, “Hello. I go by Vellum. I am one of the Librarians here in the Ideas Orchards. How can we assist you?” Mushroom stands by the librarian’s feet, chirruping happily. The orchard has bright, hot, midday light in the open areas, and pleasant pools of shade beneath the trees. “What was that awful swamp-forest about?! Why did Mushroom leave us? I think we were nearly lost forever!” Prism bursts out.Vellum tends to some scrollwork leaves on a tree, checking for any signs of ill-health in the plant and distractedly responds, “Ah, yes. The Preconceived Woods are perilous. Many get lost in their own thoughts, trapped in their old ideas, and never make it out. You are lucky you had such a helpful unicorn to lead you so far. I believe your self-absorption caused you to lose sight of your guide. You must have a good friendship to have stayed focused nearly the whole way here. The forest around the orchard reminds us that we must work through our own fears and preconceptions before we are ready to learn new ideas. I find it best to work together, stand up for each other, and say NO to bad thinking while there. Be willing to admit when you are wrong, and listen to what others tell you. It helps immensely.” the Librarian turns toward the biggest trees, carved and sculpted into a magnificently towering structure, “Briony! Please bring some new ideas for our guests.” From a treetop window, a young figure with many braids is seen to scurry, arriving shortly with a stack of books, then hurrying off again.“We need to learn about forgotten places.” Atcher volunteers.“We are helping Tonic on a Wanderlust, and need to travel...what was it?”“The World’s Between. Nightshade recommended we ask here” Tonic finishes.“Ah” Vellum replies. “Walk with me through the Ideas Orchard while I work on a list for you.”Vellum leads the group, softly sharing the life and habits of the Orchard. The Librarian’s love of the Ideas Orchard, though quiet, is unmistakable. Vellum’s voice becomes suffused with joy when talking about the Orchard.Gesturing at the wide variety of trees in the orchard, all spaced neatly and evenly for maximum growth and nutrition, Vellum says, “All around us are the Book Trees. Gather close! See the small word buds? They are smooth and easy to use. Touch them; aren’t they comfy? These word buds are perfect for beginner Librarians. We start our training as soon as we can stand up, and word buds are often low on the tree, within easy reach for young hands and minds. If encouraged to flourish, the word buds will grow into fantastic, and often loquacious elegance.” Atcher pats some of the small word buds, thinking about all of the things they could become. “What a fascinating way to create!” the brownie enthuses “It is much like crafting and inventing. These are the building blocks and gears needed to realize something more elaborate!” Vellum smiles and encourages Atcher to keep a word bud, which the brownie gratefully presses into the birchbark journal.Walking in the soothing shade of many different trees, Vellum points out more parts of the orchard, “Here are some curious leaflets, they encourage the tree-tender to keep asking and searching. A curious leaflet can go a long way towards helping you complete research; they often have surprising, interesting facts, and they lead us to explore more. These are very useful for those needing to hold or gain interest.”Prism lets Undertow play in the curious leaflets, and the Wind Rabbit races through the tree, wildly rattling leaflets and notions. Turbine and Steam soon wake and poke their noses out of Atcher’s bronze bag and Tonic’s travel teacup. The sociable Zephers join the Gale, playing a game of tag all through the tree. “That’s enough, you three. Don’t shake the young leaflets off!” Prism admonishes with a laugh. The Wind Rabbits flow out of the trees, whirling and bouncing between the group’s ankles instead.Vellum continues to show more of the orchard, explaining differences in leaf shape, trunk patterns, growth habits, and nutritional needs of the trees. After some time, the group comes to a new section of Orchard. The Librarian grins widely and announces, “Over here are words ripe for picking.”Each guest gets to try a word. Atcher has “plethora” Prism chooses “indubitably” and Tonic

Chapter 6: Idea OrchardsWhen the sky is light, Prism, Atcher, and Tonic break their fasts with Nightshade; everyone enjoys leftovers from the night before. Then the friends set out for the Ideas Orchard with marked maps in hand. Having put down roots while trying to fix the gingerbread curse, Nightshade is unable to lead the friends to the Orchard; the dryad instead introduces the friends to a pleasant unicorn guide.“Just follow Mushroom! Well met, and meet again!” Nightshade calls from the gingerbread ruins. Dryads, as you may know, are attached to their plants, and cannot travel beyond them without great sacrifice. Nightshade waves to the group, wishing them well until they are out of sight.The small, round unicorn struts down the path jauntily. Mushroom is no bigger than Atcher’s hand, and likes to whinny songs while trotting. Although they don’t speak unicorn, each friend feels the joy in the little tunes. All of a sudden, Mushroom steps off the well-worn path, and follows a twisting trail of roots and fungi. This path is less populous, and swiftly changes from a wide, welcoming wood, to a dark and crowded forest. Leaving a well-traveled path is always an uncertain thing. It can be dangerous to forge a new path, but there may be great rewards too. Mushroom seems confident, and the trio don’t know any other way to the Ideas Orchard; they follow along, paying attention to their surroundings.The group travels on, following the merry tapping of Mushroom’s tiny hooves. The path forged by the unicorn is long and arduous. It twists, and drips, and not much light gets through. The air is drenched in sweaty vapor, and unseen insects buzz and click. In the gloom of the path, brownie, sprite, and gnome find themselves chatting less, feeling snappish at Mushroom’s silly songs, and growing distant from each other. The journey is uncomfortable and tiring; they go up hills and down, climb over massive roots, stumble on slippery rocks, and feel thirsty and grimy. The friends talk less, and grumble internally about the sticky temperature, loud bugs, itchy plants, and bruised limbs. Slowly Mushroom’s tapping fades, and each friend becomes slower and more focused on their own worries. “No one listens to me... Can I make a difference? ...It doesn’t really matter... Gnomes aren’t good leaders anyway... Sprites can’t understand my troubles... Brownies don’t do real work... Is your job actually important?... I’d like to help, but I’m scared... What if I mess up?...” and on and on their doubts and prejudices grow.Soon, the cheerful unicorn is no longer leading them. The path is no longer marked.All three friends feel querulous and uncommunicative. They mope and grouse, and cannot focus on solving their dilemma. The trio is so self-absorbed and focused on difficulties, they hardly remember that they are trying to get to the Ideas Orchard.A disgruntled forever slowly elapses.Settling into a sullen stupor, the gnome, sprite, and brownie can’t tell how much time is passing; it seems to stretch on interminably, each minute growing more irritable than the last. “How do we get out of here?” Prism sulks. “And where’s the clippy mini-corn?” Undertow spins in stagnant circles, and Prism’s complexion looks like deep and dangerous waters. The water sprite coaxes a rain cloud down to make a cold, dank puddle for wallowing in. Prism and Undertow sink down in the murky water.Atcher fusses with an uneaten raincake, then uses it to act as a lens and starts a small, smokey fire-smudge in a small patch of moist lichens. The brownie vengefully tears pieces out of the Birchbark Journal and feeds them to the moist fire.In a snit, Tonic collects twigs to start a fire and make tea. “Nothing is going right. We may as well stay here.” the gnome gripes. “The plants are wrong, the weather is wrong, the ground is wrong. We are lost and no one is helping.” The gnome angrily makes tea, grumpily spilling leaves and sloshing the brew, which only increases Tonic’s bitter mood. “Ugh! This is making me waste good ingredients! Stupid quest. Stupid adventure.” Tonic sips the imperfect tea, which is mildly soothing, but provides no good answers. Atcher picks up a burned twig and sketches what an Idea Orchard might look like. The sketch has a dark and moody tone.Watching the brownie draw, Tonic quickly stands up “Atcher, that is a great idea! ...Prism! We are looking for an orchard. It will be more open and spacious than this dratted forest. Can you figure out the weather? Which way feels like ‘orchard’?” Prism’s expression clearly says “this is hopeless” but the sprite checks the wind, the clouds, the sun, and asks Undertow to run above the trees for a better weather view.Determined to be useful, Tonic tries to assess their assets. “Atcher, didn’t Nightshade mark the Ideas Orchard on your Stratigraphy Skirt? Let’s have a look. How does this work?”Atcher’s eyes open wide as the brownie wakes up from depressing self-doubt. “Oh, yes! The skirt show

Chapter 5: NightshadeAtcher arrives early at the teapot, ready to start the day, and fretting “How do we start? If no one knows where Graemes is, then it is very difficult to begin our quest.”Tonic swirls around, back toward the house. “People do know Graemes, and might know where we need to go!” Cracking open the hickory hull door, the gnome rushes into the room, Atcher bobbing along behind. Before you can gulp, Tonic is pouring through Curious Rituals of Uncommon Folk. “Here! I’ve been reading through the Curious Rituals of Uncommon Folk. Graemes tells of meeting a dryad named Nightshade when they fought a gingerbread Curse. Nightshade got bound to the house, even though the battle exploded it! Nightshade lives deep in the epicenter of the Epicerie, and we should be able to learn something about Graemes there.”Excited by their find, Atcher sends Wind Rabbit Turbine racing to tell Prism to meet them at Tonic’s teapot. As Prism swims up the river toward Tonic's Teapot home, Undertow bounces ahead and behind, gathering rocks, shells, and cattails (then whipping them away as soon as the items are boring).Tonic and Atcher only have to wait a moment for Prism to roar up in a splash of surf and current. Brownie, Gnome, and Sprite plan their route to find Nightshade in the Epicerie using Atcher’s cartography (and the freshly finished Stratigraphy Skirt. The brownie is too excited to properly explain how this horizontally striped skirt works, but is so clearly proud of it, that Prism and Tonic just nod and agree), Prism’s knowledge of weather, and Tonic’s clues from the journal. The Epicerie appears to be mostly wild forest and glade, with homes dotted sparsely throughout. The roads to it seem old and somewhat unkempt. The trio ensures provisions are tucked into their peach pack, bronze bag, and seafoam satchel. They begin their journey to the Epicerie, which shouldn’t take more than a day or two. The friends travel companionably, at their own pace, with songs, rests, conversations, and only occasional complaints. Mostly occasional. Adventures are difficult; adventures mean stretching yourself, trying new things, and going new places. Adventures mean facing your comfort zone and going outside it. So there are definitely some complaints. But good companions make things better.After much landscape has passed, and toes have definitely begun to tire, the three friends are walking along the path through a somewhat rocky, overgrown wood. The trees and undergrowth here remind Tonic of home, many of them give off tantalizing hints of savory spice when they are brushed. Tonic sniffs the air, nose tilting this way and that, head twisting to face different directions. Steam whistles a snore from within the travel teapot Tonic carries. The gnome pats the teapot and sniffs some more. “What are you doing?” Prism askes the gnome with curiosity.Tonic responds distractedly, “Smelling… have you ever stopped a task to follow a scent?” With eyes closed and nostrils twitching, the gnome continues “I love finding a new scent. Right now, I want to know what that…” Tonic ponderes, trying to find the right description… “that sort of deep, spicy, sweet scent is. It smells a bit burnt, in a good, dark, cooled way.”Prism and Atcher sniff too, but their noses aren’t as honed as the brownie’s tea-sniffing snout is. The tea gnome sniffs some more, and the friends set off in search of the scent’s source while the gnome continues, “You both have scent too you know. Prism, you smell fresh and breezy, kind of like lemongrass, ozone, salt, and rain...” Prism turns and gleams with pride at the apt description.“Atcher, you tend to smell cool and earthy, like carrot or ginger, and copper.” Tonic finishes. Atcher considers this, then makes a note to sniff fresh carrot and ginger next time it’s available. This leads to a list of possible scent blends, sketches of some herbs, and a design for a metal necklace that can hold scents and release them as the metals warm up.Although the friends don’t strictly stick to the dirt path, following the scent trail through the dense forest, the trio does come to a clearing with a large, dilapidated house in the middle, which is made of a rich, tan bread, and is the source of the delicious smell they had followed. There are intricate curls and swirls adorning the house around every door frame, window, and rail that remains; some of the decorations are carved, and some seem piped on like frosting.As Prism, Atcher, and Tonic admire the decaying house’s adornments, Atcher wonders aloud “Would a knock on the door crash the whole thing down?” Then an outraged squeal rings out of the surrounding forest!Bluefire angry, a purple and green dryad bursts upon the three friends, shrieking, “Nibble, nibble little mouse, who is nibbling at my house?!”Prism and Atcher try to ready defenses, grabbing gears and salting seaspray. Although terrified, Tonic manages to whisper “Um. No one. We aren’t eating anything…”Folding down luna-

A large, hardy, well-read and rather worn book full of writing and illustrations sits in front of the friends. They look over the fascinating book and marvel at the intermittent illustrations. The book has a solid binding, rippled pages, and is made mostly of lotus and papyrus. “I think this is the book that fell out of my bag at my Conclusion.” Flipping through the pages, Tonic sounds bewildered, “It’s Graemes’s journal! I didn’t know Graemes kept a journal. I’ve seen the book on the shelf where Graemes always shoves stuff, but I never bothered to read it. It’s all about traveling.”Prism points to a page and asks, quite puzzled, “What things are the worlds between?”Finding the spot in the book that the sprite is looking at, Tonic clarifies “the World’s Between are the places where overlapping worlds connect. It is the ‘between’ space of the worlds, like a doorway. Graemes describes the World’s Between  as… well, there is only so much space… I  mean” Tonic tries again with a nose-wrinkle, “There is a lot of space Universe-wise, but the magic of life tends to cause clusters of reality. So where you have one world with enough magic for life, you get multiple realities overlapping.” Noticing the friends’ confused expressions, Tonic continues “It is rather like when I put leaves in a big, open teapot.” The gnome opens the sourwood teapot on the table, and swirls the water and leaves inside by way of example. “There is plenty of water for the leaves to all spread out. But the leaves tend to cluster together” Tonic points to the settling sediment “they group up in the best spaces for tea leaves to be.”“And the universe is like that too!” Tonic continues enthusiastically. “The universe is like one big teapot, and the magic which supports life and stories settles like clusters of tea leaves!” Beaming at the demonstration, the gnome goes on. “Since there isn’t room in one world (or section of teapot) for all of the realities (or tea-clusters) that settle there, the possibilities overlap, and the World’s Between is how you get from one reality to another.” Proud of the metaphor, Tonic asks “Does that make sense?”Prism and Atcher think it over, exchanging looks.“Not really” Prism admits.“But we are glad you understand it!” Atcher enthuses.Reading quickly while flipping leaves furiously, Tonic motions to the journal between them, “It seems that Graemes wrote this tome while traveling, and it describes the World’s Between, an astonishing array of folk, Wildlings, and the World of Myth.”Prism’s eyes flash “Wait! ‘Wildlings’? Wasn’t that the word your panel wrote in your Conclusion?” Atcher nods in surprise, with coppery-patina eyes shining, while taking the Bit back from Turbine, and tucking it securely into a belt pocket.Tonic agrees thoughtfully, “Yes, that’s right. I think this book is just what I need. Remember when I was thinking about how much Graemes has traveled? How I wanted an adventure? But I put that aside to finish Craft Conclusions, and then there was so much to do I sort of forgot. Maybe it’s time to try again. Who remembers the last time Graemes visited? And no one even knows exactly where Graemes’s most recent adventure IS. I think this journal might help find our missing mentor.” Sprite, brownie, and gnome look over the journal, trying to decipher the point of it all. They peruse the journal, pausing at any story or illustration that catches their attention, and discover a kind of story to it, a story about lives and experiences.After some time, Tonic picks up the previous thought, “This journal is Graeme’s story...Graeme’s life. They might be the same thing.” Tonic’s voice is full with a mix of respect and longing. “Graemes has met and spent time with a lot of people while traveling, and written the stories down. All these stories seem to say ‘I am here. They are here.’ and illustrates that we all have stories; our lives are all stories to ourselves.”Tonic pauses, and Atcher and Prism watch their friend, who clearly has some big thoughts to express. Tonic rushes on, “I feel like my story hasn’t gone anywhere. What have I learned? What narrative do I have? I want to meet some of the people written about in the journal, and learn more stories. I want to find Graemes. I want to travel and learn curious rituals and visit with uncommon folk!”Prism shifts uncomfortably, but waits for the gnome to finish.“I love my house, and my friends, my gardens and my work.” Tonic goes on “But I also want to experience what else is out there! Graemes has traveled so much, and I still live where I always have. Maybe it is time I go wander, go learn new things, meet strange situations. Graemes always said ‘Travel changes you’ and I want to grow and change! I think it’s time to go outside my comfortable and known.”Atcher and Prism look at each other in surprise, then Prism’s stormy eyes look hard at the gnome. “That sounds like a Wanderlust.” The sprite’s blue-grey hair ripples and froths with concer

The Mighty Teaspoon Hammer shimmers in the sunlight, and with a groaning HEAVE Tonic sends the Teaspoon SMASHING down onto the Maple Mortar. With a smash, smack, crash, crack! the seeds become a fine powder and are added to the black pepper and licorice root.As Tonic clears away the debris, Atcher comes down the path at a quick click, huffing and puffing “I brought a Piece!” Prism, too, hollers exhilaration at Tonic, arms windmill through the water, "The collars are done!"Cheering “Greetings and Hospitality!” the gnome waits for either friend to make sense, one hand on a hip and the other on the Mighty Teaspoon Hammer.Atcher explains that the Piece was found while following a Sudden Idea, “and Pieces become ever so useful if there’s a Bit to go with them!” Tonic grins with surprise “I found a Bit hiding in the house just this morning! You will need to go catch it, Atcher; it hid before I could hiccup.”Prism gushes with enthusiasm “I completed the mist collars and caught you each a Wind Rabbit!” The sprite pulls out a twitching, kicking seafoam satchel full of boisterous air to show the friends. Tonic’s orange eyes go saucer-round with delight “That’s amazing, Prism!”While Tonic and Prism make space for the Wind Rabbits outside, Atcher goes inside and catches the Bit with ease, finding it asleep on top of a book in Tonic’s teapot. As the brownie brings out the Bit still asleep on the book, Prism proudly displays two thin loops from the otherwise empty satchel. “I made one for each of us” the sprite explains “they help you form a bond with your Wind Rabbit by telling you their name, and the collars allow you to see them. Otherwise the Wind Rabbits are as invisible to you as a bluster.” Prism scoops a loop out of the air, and for the first time Tonic and Atcher notice a small rabbit, shimmering like the reflection of wind and bouncing like bubbles, racing around Prism; the rabbit jumps and turns around the sprite, kicking up air and splashing flecks of water around. It is the perpetual gust that is always around Prism!“This is my Undertow. A beautiful Gale, and a really lucky wind for me.” Prism states while petting the rambunctious rabbit. Next Prism hands a bundle of air to Atcher. Once Prism puts the collar on, it coalesces into a rabbit-shaped shifting, sparkling, mineral mist. Looking at the cordite-braided collar, the brownie reads the word ‘Turbine’ just above a gear pendant.“I caught you each a Zephyr. They are a playful, friendly breed of Wind Rabbit.” Prism proudly pronounces.With a joyful laugh, Tonic accepts the other fistful of twisting turbulence. Looking at the ceramic collar on the lagomorph materializing of sweetly-scented curling vapor, Tonic says “Hello, Steam! Tomorrow I’m going to make you a teapot to rest in.”Atcher sneezes suddenly, and Turbine bolts around, rattling windows and turning cartwheels. Steam escapes as well, adding a susurrus to the ruckus. Undertow joins in, and the Wind Rabbits tumble playfully around the garden, kicking up brush and knocking over the book and Bit who had burrowed inside it to nap.The book is called Curious Rituals of Uncommon Folk, and it is written by Graemes.

The Wheel of the Year turns. Soon Summer will be over, and Autumn looms crisp and crunchy on the horizon. Atcher, Prism, and Tonic visit together regularly to study and practice their skills. Clover often stops by to share stories and help, between work duties at the Bloomiery and Apis Distillery. While the friends study for their Craft Courses, and try not to fret or worry, they also talk through the day and do their best to support each other. They take turns focusing on each other’s interests, and offer encouragement; sometimes they tend the gardens, or bake scones, or spin dandylion thread, or dig up stones. Always they share stories and ideas.One such early Autumn day, while they practice skills and help each other rehearse facts for the Conclusions, Tonic speaks up. “I was thinking today about how many tea flavors are out there, and that led me to thinking about the world, and how much Graemes travels. I miss Graemes coming to visit! And…maybe I want an adventure of my own.” Tonic takes a deep breath “I want to find Graemes. I want to go learn new things!”Prism’s breeze blows anxiously, gusting around the scent of sea salt and ozone like a tidal wave. “We haven’t even completed Professor Tome’s course yet; you know Tome gets cross when anybeing leaves a Craft Course early!” “You are right. We need to finish our Craft Courses, and do our best on our Conclusions.” Tonic agrees, in a hesitant way. “Whatever they might mean to us, we started with this training and we should finish it.”Atcher adds the encouragement “Then we can decide what to do from there, after Conclusions are completed!”Over the course of days, and in between courses, the friends continue to help each other study and practice. They fall into a comfortable routine as the days slide into crispness, and Craft Conclusion studies become their sole focus. Some days they study quietly, some days are loud with games of Quiz Catch.And then:It is Conclusion day, and Tonic wakes, slowly unfurling limbs. “Time to break our fast!” The gnome calls out the window to Bramble. Sleepily sipping tea, Tonic takes a cooled cupful out to the blackberry by the door. In the tea garden, Tonic ensures all the plants have plenty of compost and a warm layer of woodchips. The gnome sings and talks while working in the garden, tending every plant. Once done, Tonic grabs the peach pack from the door, swiftly shoves in some supplies, belatedly remembers to brush the garden dirt off, and heads to Professor Tome’s Conclusion.It is Conclusion Day, and Atcher wakes with a creak and a groan. The brownie sits bolt upright when a Sudden Idea lands squarely on the bed. Atcher pets the fleeting Idea, and feeds it a sketch and a notion. Dressing in a favorite set of bismuth-hued brogues, Atcher bounds to the door. Then the brownie corkscrews and comes right back in to grab the bronze bag from the bed. Turning several more times, Atcher finally remembers to oil the door hinges, break fast with a hearty stone soup, and bring the birchbark journal along.It is Conclusion Day, and Prism wakes in a fluttering mood, pushing off waves of sheets. The sprite feeds crunchy leaves to the ever-present breeze as it ruffles curtains and blows dust bunnies around the room. Next Prism washes tangled waves, checks on the clouds, and cleans up a messy current. After breaking fast with a bowl of beautifully brined bubbles and grabbing the seafoam satchel, Prism rushes out the door trailing a wake of confidence.A dizzying forever later, after Conclusions, Atcher and Prism wait outside for Tonic, trading tales of their day.“Clover was in the Cluster judging my Conclusion.” Atcher goes on, “They always need more brownie builders at the Bloomiery. – there’s so much honey comb to build, flowers to tend, and amber gems to make. Plus pollen distribution, and the hive works! Clover offered me work there. Did you know I had to build two Devices, while timed, over a volcano crevice? And they didn’t provide me with any Promising Possibilities! Fortunately, I had brought a Sudden Idea in my birchbark, and it worked perfectly. Alloy even asked to keep it – said they could raise it and use it near the Trellis. My final Conclusion was Builder with strong Inventing. Or was it Inventor with strong Building? The point is, I’m stoked!”Prism is ebullient, describing in detail the harrowing tasks with manticores, no moon, razorfish, and a bleeding coral. “With Rivulets and seaspray everywhere! But I tamed the Seaserpent and managed to get the Whirlpools back into the pen. I was docked points for leaving my tasks to untangle a young kelpie caught in seaweed. Professor Woolen gave me extra marks, though, for a Storm Empath.  I still have scratches where the Seaserpent thrashed me during its tantrum. I’m glad to bits that serpent’s tempter finally blew over! My Tally took some time, and I was afraid I had washed out.” Prism gushes “My Conclusion was Weather with strong Tidal Tendencies!”Many more students leave

There are so many places to begin; so many stories to choose from, and paths to take.Let us begin on an ordinary path of soil and stone, through an ordinary garden of bushes, up to the door of an ordinary house. Well, perfectly ordinary for where it is.In the garden, the sunlight glints on metal as the Mighty Teaspoon Hammer crashes down onto the Maplestump Mortar. A resounding CRACK rends the air. In a puff of pulverized dust, the last of the oats and beech nuts are vanquished, ground up fine.The wielder of the Mighty Teaspoon Hammer is a gnome of tea, named Tonic Cuppa.Tonic lives in a teapot house, with one cinnamon tree growing among the tea bushes out front, and a nicely tended tisane garden out back with pine, lemon, elder, sage, lavender, and many more good plants to steep.Tonic and the house both waft of all things tea; the fresh of mint and orange, the warmth of nutmeg and clove, the uplifting of jasmine and peach blossoms, all swirled together. Near the front walk is a sturdy Maplestump Mortar. It is upon this mortar that Tonic uses the Mighty Teaspoon Hammer as pestle to crush and powder nuts, bark, and other tough ingredients for tea. After being ground and mixed, the ingredients are stored in a variety of neatly-labeled tins until they are ready to sip.The ornate Passion Flower cauldron near the front door Tonic uses to brew delicate blends, and the sharp Chestnut Burr cauldron opposite it for tough, unruly blends. The blackberry by the cauldrons watches over the garden. Gnome and Bramble have been best friends since they were both new.Once the Maplestump Mortar is clean and ingredients stored away inside the house, Tonic sits on a brightly colored cushion, buffing out dents in the Mighty Teaspoon Hammer. Looking into a mug of finished tea, Tonic notices the leaf dregs and perks up just before the garden bell rings. With sunlight pouring in through the saucer-shaped windows, the gnome’s house is steeped in light. Racing first to the ceramic kitchen, muttering, “Tea cups! Vaccinium tea cups,” and then walking carefully to the door, Tonic’s brown hair puffs and leafy-green tips seem to glow in the sun, and dirt smudges and tea stains show through the sturdy brown and green outfit’s brightly stitched leaf patterns.Tonic cheerfully declares “Greetings and Hospitality!” while opening the green walnut-hull door of the house and walking out to offer the waiting friends a “fresh cup of Rosehip-Violet-Mallow tea for you; I made this blend for Port Manteau, to help the sailors stay healthy and keep way scurvy. What do you think?!”A small pooka with spiky black hair buzzes up to Tonic first. Putting an acorn basket brimming with honey down on the garden table to sip the tea, Clover Miel dances with delight. “What a sweet concoction; I shall have to tell everyone back at the Bloomiery and Apis Distillery! I would like to trade some for our newest batch of honey.” Then Clover adds confidentially, “Today’s honey is primarily from blueberry, apricot, and thyme.” The two friends agree to trade a tin of tea for an acorn of honey.The brownie sitting on the stone ties back long, quartzey hair and the playful garnet hues hidden in it, with willow reed and grape vine. Grey-green eyes brim with curiosity as Tonic passes over a cup of tea. Taking a big sip, Atcher Service makes a chirrup of delight, and humms so happily that some tea sloshes! With amethyst shirt and citrine socks now soaked, the brownie quickly pulls out an extra cloth from a pocket on the complex belt (which is full of tools for making jewelry, gadgets for fixing gears, and several Possibility Parts). While mopping up the spill, Atcher asks “What makes the blend so sparkly?”As the tea gnome replies, Atcher takes out a birchbark journal (brownies highly prize these birch bark journals, because they keep the ideas inside fresh) and writes down notes including the question “Camellia sinensis; what makes white, green, and black tea?” then discovers a Sudden Idea while sketching a new wire design. Brownies often keep Sudden Ideas as pets; some even transform into Useful Creations and do heaps of good in the world. Sudden Ideas must be fed with research, exercised with practice, and given lots of attention. These cute critters might look like just about anything, they tend to have a snail or nautilus shell, and are most easily seen and identified by brownies and other creators.  Tonic hands a cup of tea to the water sprite, who is happily splashing in the stream. Prism Cirrus swishes the delicate cup joyfully before gulping the tea down, while an ever-present breeze ruffles the sprite’s short, wavy hair, making the ends foam and curl like ocean waves. Offering the last bit of tea in the cup to the whirling wind, Prism’s smile shines. “A delicious blend, Tonic. Thank you!”  With a hiccupping buzz, Clover puts down an empty tea cup, and zooms away down the path. The pooka’s rich voice echoes back “Sorry I cannot stay; I’ve got to fly bac

Hello! This is a quick hello from me, before the real story starts. Sort of like the forward in a book. It is just a small blurb, because I'm betting the real reason you are here is for the story!