Rho rolled another barrel over to the tent that had been set on the grassy field outside of town. Plumhollow loved it's festivals and it was time for the Harvest Festival. Traditionally held when the leaves start to change colors, with the mix of green, gold, and orange tones. A celebration of...
The rustle and shift of robes and cloaks sounded soft against the whisper of rush and reeds, bending to the party's way.
"An awful long trek to go for a wagon of apples," croaked Toadwick, the Todokin Moth Weaver, as many beads and shells rattled against his clammy yellow chest.
"Not just any...
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