New Life and Saturalia, Celebrating Chorrol's 20th Anniversary Options

[Acadian]

I hope you are over - or well on the way to fully recovering from - that recalcitrant covid.

Good thinking on letting this thread focus on short stories, and giving your longer one its own thread.

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This was beautiful – in so many ways!

Once again, your rich and deliciously leisurely descriptions set the scene to perfection as I found myself reaching for a warm blanket and hot drink. Given the season, I found your description of Taren’s struggle with poverty and the guilt about being able to provide for his family reminiscent of Bob Cratchit (Tiny Tim’s dad of course in ‘A Christmas Carol’).

I was on the edge of my seat as Taren chased the mysterious thief through Riften. Your description of the town’s layout well-matches what we see in ESO by the way. Arggh! Downed by a bag of marbles!

Your hints early in the story that Taren was blessed with a treasure of a wife were born out once he made it home. We have strong suspicions about the source of the feast waiting for him, but Elara is far too crafty to let more than the barest of hints slip. Taren is a town guard after all.

Again, beautifully done!

[Grits]

It's freezing cold outside and there are piles of snow everywhere, so I'm brewing a fresh pot and settling in for a good read.

A Cloud Dancer's Pilgrimage

Oh my gosh! Buffy was there at the beginning of Alderglean, as Alderglean was for Buffy. And of course, so was Acadian. What a beautiful story for New Life.

I love what Kynareth said about currents not flowing in one direction. It's the only explanation I need for the how of Buffy's very magical life.


We'll Drink a Cup of Kindness Yet

We’ve heard you try to sing before so I hope you're volunteering the small elf wriggling in your grasp.

What a delightful image! Dear Buffy in a forest of Nords.

An enchanting song to close out the old year and welcome the new. Happy New Life!



The Long Way Home

Burnt, your rich descriptions had me right alongside Taren through the icy streets of Riften to his own family hearth. Absolutely beautiful!

Oh my gosh, Elara is delightful. I wonder where she hides her hood?

The gesture was both grand and sly, a private performance for their small stage.

I love this so much. From their one scene together I feel like I might know them.

I had to immediately read this story again just to enjoy the imagery. And I'm not going to get my hands on any venison, but I'm definitely going to make some beef soup!