Wide fields flushed green with grass spread out to dense forests in the distant horizon. The sky, which just hours ago had been an azure blanket, was now painted with shades of gold, peach and tangerine.
The bard stood at the gate. She let out a soft whistle, the sound reverberating against the gathering gloom.
Felicitas-In-Gloam lay behind her; the fledgling village illuminated by candle and hearth light. Beyond lay the sea, life-giver, mother to all. Destroyer of boats and extinguisher of souls.
The bard closed her eyes, and listened quietly. Keen elven ears could detect the cacophony of crashing waves, contrasting with the soft lilt of breeze through blades of grass.
“I am homewards-bound”. She thought, with a small smile. Picking up her lyre and settling it on her back, in one fluid motion she turned and walked through the gate, to journeys and stories unknown…
Welcome! This is a series of cozy fantasy stories and poems set in the village of Felicitas-In-Gloam and the surrounding environs, collectively known as World’s Edge.
Read on to join Faerynne’s story!