In the dusky predawn, the Carnival changes. The rides speed up. The music turns frantic, and the dancers match the pace. Fairies, earlier drifting and enjoying the sights, clear the rows between tents and stalls as a new crowd strides the carnival grounds ( Read more... )

Summer in the Wood has always belonged to the Fox, and the weather has taken a distinct turn in that direction now ( Read more... )

Not long after the reality storm dissipates and the Wood returns to normal, three men will find themselves waking up in the woods near the barracks ( Read more... )

In the castle of the Princess of Storms, there's a Time Lord roaming the halls. Not that this is anything unusual lately, but today he's picking up random bits of clockwork and shoving them into his pockets as he goes. Anything that seems to have any hint of a personality gets left alone... and he's letting go anything that tries to crawl out of ( Read more... )

Neal is just inside the barracks gate, staring out at the woods. He's been sleeping, at least - too much in fact. Whenever he wakes up, exhaustion claws at the edges of his mind, making it hard to focus on much of anything. Eating, conversation, reading. Even walking around is an effort, which he tries to hide, like everything else ( Read more... )