faeries

The elf stood at the edge of his vineyard looking out into the woods with a disapproving frown. His fists were propped on his hips, but not quite firm enough to crease his fine silk tunic the way his scowl had creased his features over time. He had not ventured beyond the well-manicured grass...

Underhill was alive with color, sound, and light. The city under the mountain had been transformed for the full moon that heralded the new year by the Pnerian calendar. Its streets were decorated in lanterns, painted with sigils for fortune and luck or to look like Pneria and Lessat. Fae from...