The land of Wary is a thick, dense, dark forest.
There are narrow paths through it, but one cannot see the way forward.
Tiny peoples live here. Fairies, sprites and brownies dart through the undergrowth. They live in colonies in the pine trees.
When the wind blows, voices carry across Wary.
Wild boars snort and grumble though the forest. They drink deep from dark pools in the woods surrounded by trees, absent clearings.
Miss Emeline Traveler passed through the woods on her way to other places. Then she thought to ask a sprite a boon. The boars chase away unwelcome visitors, but left the Traveler unharried. They walked beside her steering her to the house of Bonnie Bunton, the best magician among the folk.
Bonnie granted Emeline an Emotional Compass. “Those without one may get lost in Wary. Some change into boars over time. Others shrink and join the folk.”
Miss Emeline Traveler passed through the woods on her way to other places. Then she thought to ask a sprite a boon. The boars chase away unwelcome visitors, but left the Traveler unharried. They walked beside her steering her to the house of Bonnie Bunton, the best magician among the folk.
Bonnie granted Emeline an Emotional Compass. “Those without one may get lost in Wary. Some change into boars over time. Others shrink and join the folk.”
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