🍂 “The Festivities begin, the Hearth Glows”

A Kinward Festival to Gather, Feast, and Remember

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The Trial of Roots has opened wide the earth’s heart—and whether you came boldly to test your will, or stood quietly at the tree’s edge, the forest has seen you.

Now, as the Scarves continue their dance through mating fields and the whispers of ancient nests still linger in moss and vine, the villagers of Kinward gather once more for something less perilous, but no less sacred:

🌾 The Festival of Quiet Flame

Held beside the Riverstep, near the old barkwood pavilion where kin and stranger alike once shared emberfruit pies and vine-stewed cider, the festival invites all—brave Seekers and cautious Watchers—to come rest, feast, and share stories beneath the flame-lantern trees.

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🕯️ The First Root Walker Rellun was a curious lad, happiest when the orchard’s branches were heavy with apples. On that spring morning, he paused beneath the green-gold light to pluck one from a low branch. Each bite was a small delight, the crisp sweetness a reward for a long morning’s work.

As he chewed, he heard a rustle—a gentle stirring in the undergrowth that was not wind or bird. He turned, squinting into the dappled shade.

There, half-hidden in the tangled roots of an old oak, a Litten crouched. Its ember-bright eyes flickered with curiosity and hunger as it pawed at something that glinted among the moss. A charm of some kind—small and shining, caught between the roots like a star fallen to earth.

The Litten’s movements were quick and sure, but the charm was stubbornly wedged in place. Rellun watched, heart quickening with wonder. This was no ordinary scrap of metal—no coin, no button. It pulsed softly, a quiet gleam that seemed to breathe with the forest.

Rellun took another bite of his apple, thinking. The Litten glanced up at him, its tail flicking with a challenge or a question—he couldn’t tell.

He broke off a piece of the apple and held it out. The Litten hesitated, ears flicking back, then darted forward to snatch the fruit from his hand. It crunched once, twice, then turned and slipped away into the shadows, leaving the charm exposed.

Rellun stepped forward, heart pounding. He reached into the nest of roots and pulled the charm free. It was warm in his palm, humming softly like a memory.

He did not know what it was or why it was there. He only knew that he had found it—and that the forest had let him see it.

Later, when he watched the Scarves return in the quiet of winter to gather what the forest had left behind, he would understand. The forest was not a hoard of treasures to be taken. It was a living cycle, each gift offered and received in balance.

But in that moment—standing in the hush, the taste of apple still on his tongue—Rellun only felt the thrill of discovery, and the first flicker of something he would spend a lifetime seeking:

The forest’s quiet secrets.

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🦉 The Wixxon Are Watching...

Two Wixxons have made themselves known in the warm edges of the village firelight. Creatures of curiosity and twilight loyalty, they have chosen to emerge only during this festival—and may choose you next.

🌟 Adoptable Wixxons Now Available They are flame-marked and festival-born—limited for the duration of this gathering.

🦉✨ The Festival Wixxons Have Arrived

As the flame-lanterns are lit and songs echo into the mosslight, two rare Wixxons have emerged from the edge of shadow and stream. Their presence is no accident—they have come to observe, to choose, and perhaps… to stay.

🔹 Wixxon of Serendipity $50.00

“Still as a reflecting pool, yet none can meet her gaze and not waver.” Bathed in moon-washed hues, this calm-eyed Wixxon brings the stillness of water and the unexpected grace of providence. She carries the aura of a guide—and those who bond with her often find doors opening where none existed before.

🔸 Wixxon of the Sure Step $50.00

“What they cannot outrun, they outmaneuver. What they cannot fight, they outthink. ”Swift-footed and born of dusklight, this nimble hunter is known for navigating chaotic trails others fear. Rumors say they can sense danger before it forms—and will never let a flamebearer fall behind.

🎁 Available Now: Festival Wixxon Adoptions

These Wixxons are only available during the Festival of Quiet Flame and will not return to the common pool afterward.

Let them choose you, if your spirit aligns. And remember: not every companion bonds through battle. Some arrive simply to walk beside you, quietly kindling your path.