Since we were at Hall and the Sun was so high up in the sky, we decided to go into the village despite our nightly strolls through Nog's tunnels. The village looked to be in full spring bloom, a music with a tint of fey magic and an intensely sweet smell filled the air as we walked towards the town center. From the houses Eladrin and Elves made it to the center and we managed to speak to a friendly woman named Sylphine Dewglitter who explained to us that we could participate in a stone sculpting contest. And indeed, at some places in the town center elves and eladrin were working on a wide variety of statues, and lucky for us three stones were left for us to work on. And more importantly: if the statues were considered worthy they would be animated to life, clearly this was what Vivienne hinted at as a way to get mounted transportation.
After taking some sweet wine from Sylphine's husband we split up in groups of two and worked on the stones. Hayley and Lil excitedly split off towards a stone block, talking about their ideas for a giant goat. Gael mumbled about having magic that could help him and walked, with Dadroz in his shadow, to start work on a plant tiger (don't ask), leaving Luke and myself to ponder what this slab of stone would turn into, landing on the idea to make ourselves a drake. The rest of the day was spent hammering large chunks of stone away, interrupted by some extremely sweet food. Meanwhile the Fey were looking at us with a sense of amused curiosity that made me feel like we were on display for what felt like hours, though those hours did not reflect on the Sun which was still high in the sky as we made our way to the edge of town to make camp.
The sun stayed up the entire time we were asleep until right before what is to be the morning and a cloud rained snow on us as the season switched to winter (at least if we go by Gael's seasonal forms) and the sun plummeted towards the ground setting night upon us. Yet this didn't phase the citizens of Hall who continued their celebrations and were eager to see us continue sculpting stone. The fae were so unphased by the changing weather and comitted to the festival they didn't even consider that the contest would ever end, but they would give us two days to finish up. Pondering the strangeness of Fey I joined Luke in continuing our work, carving out even more chunks of stone to get a rough shape of the Drake ready, and my mind must have wandered hard because we were suddenly beset by winter wolves. They looked very similar to the wolves we faced on the way to Hillfield all those years ago, but now there was over half a dozen of them to fight and Luke and I were the first they pounced on. In the end two of them ran off with their tail between their legs and we were not much worse for wear, we did notice the Elves and Eladrin already left before the wolves were on us and slowly started returning in the minutes after our fight, acting like nothing was going on. But our bodies were tired from the many days of work so we went to bed not long after, and this time we could sleep in the dark.
But we would not wake at dawn, rather the snow melted immediately in the morning as Summer arrived and the Sun shot up to high noon. We went back to focus on the sculptures, Luke had now summoned his familiar and had it help sculpt scales for us to put on the Drake, making our creation look closer and closer to the real thing. But luckily not all of us were too eneamored by our work as Gael yelled out in warning that another pack of wolves arrived, this time hot, fiery wolves. And thanks to restraining vines from Gael and life draining magic from Hayley the fight was easier than the one in the snow the day before. But this time we tried to ask the locals what is going on, and apparently a self styled "Warg King" had settled nearby and sends their young to Hall every day. We were happy to help and asked in return for some help in navigating the Feywild, something they agreed to. But before that we wanted to finish our sculptures, as they would be brought to life if the villagers approved of our creation.
In the evening the Sun kept up on high as we went to sleep, and during my watch it was hard not to wonder about how much time had already passed, the chaos of the Feywild obfuscating this information from us. In its own way the Feywild almost invites you to let go of worry: the whimsy of the weather, the people are inviting and nice, the food and drinks are good, just go with the flow. I'm even quite liking the sculpting of the Drake and it's now clear to me why people are pulled to the Fey. So it is a pity there is too much worry in my heart to truly enjoy it: making it in time to appease Davozan and Ulther, Galiene's curse, leaving Wolf's Rest and its people on their own again,... but I'll have to bury those for the time being, there's sculpting and fighting to be done, and Fall had arrived.
TO BE CONTINUED