(May 5, 2025)

A cool breeze brushed across the back of Gentlevibe’s neck, and they released a sigh of relief. The sun had been hot today, boring down on them as they trekked the dusty road towards home. That breeze had been the first reprieve in hours, but by the darkness of the clouds coming in, the day was about to change.

They needed to get home before the storm struck. The king had demanded a lot from them today, and all they wanted was to drop into a chair, have a cup of tea and read.

Which was why, when the raven landing in the tree in front of them, Gentlevibes let out a curse.

“What does Sorcerer Maven want now?”