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Threadmarks: Chapter 21: The Heart of the Green Festival
The cozy evening breeze carried the tantalizing aroma of festival delicacies, mingling with the faint hum of laughter and music. The Green Festival was in full swing, and the heart of Windfield had transformed into a vibrant tapestry of color, life, and celebration.
At the center of it all...
Dinner with Ariel was really nice. She was an extremely warm and welcoming person, and Holly and Serah both adored her. But despite that, throughout the entire meal, I couldn’t help but notice Callie was…distant. I’d expected after contributing her flicker to the flames of eternity she’d be...
He predates the Guardian/Controller split, and the Manhunter Revolt is what caused that? Hold on, let me try to figure out the timeline here. First, we're told earlier in the story that the Controllers didn't know the Orange Light Fountain was in Vega:
It also says up there that the Orange...
I've had the same issue for months now! I live in on the east coast of the USA, but all the time stamps I see are actually for UTC+3 (7 hours ahead). Any suggestions for how to fix it? I've tried to search through QQ to find a place to update my time-zone, but can't find one. I was leaving it...
Yugoslavia collapsed more than 20 years ago, the Balkans became the source of the meme when the Ottomans first pulled back from Southern Europe in the early 1900s before WW1, Tito's rise to power was in the 40s-50s and the rest is just me repeating Treble's own words topped off with enough...
Threadmarks: Chapter 20: The Green Festival of Windfield (8) – The Dress
The house stood as a shimmering beacon of green in the soft glow of the magical streetlamps outside. Every corner seemed to celebrate the theme of the festival—the chimney wrapped with garlands of emerald vines, the rooftop adorned with verdant banners, and even the doors of each room decorated...
Threadmarks: Chapter 19: The Green Festival of Windfield (7) -- (Apologies)
The cool evening breeze swirled through the cobblestone streets of Windfield Village as the night descended fully. The magical streetlamps along the way flickered gently before blooming into steady light, casting a warm glow on the houses and cobbled pathways. Emma dashed through the streets...
Threadmarks: Chapter 18: The Green Festival of Windfield (6) -- (Safe And Sound)
A cool evening breeze rustled the leaves of the massive oak tree as the sun's last light faded, casting long shadows across the village. The path Emma followed led her to a sight that took her breath away. Standing before her was one of the most unique homes she had ever seen in this world—a...
Threadmarks: Chapter 17: The Green Festival of Windfield (5) -- (Bond)
The sun dipped lower on the horizon, its warm hues giving way to the deep blues of evening. The cobblestone paths of Windfield glimmered faintly under the first flickers of the magical streetlamps, their greenish glow shimmering like distant fireflies. The lamps, fueled by some arcane mechanism...
Threadmarks: Chapter 16: The Green Festival of Windfield (4) -- (A HELPING HAND)
The scream lingered in the air, sharp and unnerving. Emma hesitated, her heart pounding. She glanced at the dark carriage across the street, shadows spilling over its ornate frame in the sunset's warm glow.
"This isn't my problem," Emma muttered under her breath, turning slightly away. Yet, the...
Threadmarks: Chapter 15: The Green Festival of Windfield (3)
The sun hung low in the sky, casting hues of amber and crimson across the quiet village of Windfield. Shadows stretched long across the cobblestone streets as Emma walked toward the source of the crash. The air was cool, the day nearing its end, and the faint scent of woodsmoke lingered from...
Threadmarks: Chapter 14: The Green Festival of Windfield (2)
Magic grasshoppers were creatures Emma had often read about in the books that lined her library shelves. According to the pages of lore, they were unlike their ordinary counterparts.
They were significantly larger, with shimmering green bodies resembling raw emeralds.
They possessed...
Threadmarks: Chapter 13: The Green Festival of Windfield (1)
The morning sunlight poured through the curtains of Emma's room, painting the walls in hues of gold and amber. Today was a special day—the Green Festival of Windfield Village, a cherished three-day celebration of the season's bounty and the vibrant spirit of the community.
Emma stood by her...
...on his contract with Ebonique. In that instant, Erik felt himself connect deeply with his contracted spirit, much as he did with his wolves, and soon his mind 'opened,' letting him feel everything around him.
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The afternoon sun cast a warm, orange glow over the quiet village of Windfield, signaling the day's slow descent into evening. The light filtered through the small stained-glass windows of the library, painting the wooden floor in hues of red, gold, and green. Dust motes floated lazily in the...
The village of Windfield woke to another tranquil day, its streets bathed in the warm light of dawn. Golden rays spilled over the rooftops, glinting off the dew-kissed leaves of the trees that swayed gently in the breeze. Inside a modest but cozy house at the edge of the village, sunlight...
Can't imagine why the partisan leader turned autocrat who prevented genocidal bloodletting for decades and turned a bombed out barely industrialized mountain range into one of the centers of the Unaligned Movement in a region whose name has become a byword for "fragmented, unstable, anarchic and...