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In Herbergen, the island off the east coast of Silkkassa, the summer harvest festival was a time not only for selling produce but for building and renovations. Woodcarvers and loggers competed in festival games to show off their skills in creating the most complex and beautiful pieces of woodcraft or to see who was the fastest sawing team on the island. It was a very busy time of year for farmers and innkeepers, who provided the food and lodging for seasonal wor...

“A mushroom tart? What do you even mean?” Tallak sighed and flicked his ears in irritation. “It is a pastry. Something made with ground wheat and then other things to make it tasty,” replied a very eager shroomkin. Altan was still young and therefore had an intense interest in the nearby villages. Reheva was the village nearest to Altan’s home den and despite the hike taking most of a morning, he had returne...

A rainstorm hid the first light of dawn, yet the birds were diligently singing despite the downfall and darkness. The Rainsong Forest was aptly named, Folwin thought to himself as he slowly woke from sleep. Beneath a shelter of woven vines and twisting branches, thanks to the clever magical hands of his friend Tapeesa, the aitielkh stood and shook his mane. Suppressing a yawn, he watched the raindrops fall in a stuttering and sparkling sheet from the roof of his...