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======Book III Chapter 3: Stay Strong, Little Ones...======
The fae of [[Schalle]] have never known the outside world.
Frightened and overwhelmed, they travel to the four corners of Valenth with their loved ones-- tucked away atop a snug hat, curled up within backpacks and pouches, hanging on inside pockets or quivers.
The [[Aeneski]] and [[Human humans]], and even the now-rare benevolent [[Flarion flarion]] know of the great cities of the world; of [[Gier]] and [[Axl]], of [[Lassenbhurg]] and [[Faerwethr]] and [[Jetersborough]] and even [[RosAlbion Ros Albion]] and [[LapsDuMent Laps-du-Ment]], for now they have nowhere to call home, and beggars can't be choosers, they say.
So the sprites, the tiniest people in the world, stay close to their tall friends, close their eyes and whisper prayers to the forces of the world that they might be the lucky ones, that they might find a place to stay for now, a place with food and drink and company.
The people of Schalle have yet to hear of the fate of the chimaera of Soril; the inns and taverns are full to the brim, and even the streets boast a surprising number of refugees even before their arrival.
Frightened and desperate, they turn their heads to the sky as they huddle where they may, their heads full of questions that must mirror those in the minds and hearts of the beast-people they share the roads with.
//Why us?
What went wrong?
... what do we do now?//
And in a world made for the tall peoples, the sprites are more lost than any.
"Don't despair," they whisper to one another. "Things can only improve from here, surely."
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Next Chapter: [[BkIIICh4 Book III Chapter IV]]
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Category: [[BookIII Book III]] | [[Story]]
The fae of [[Schalle]] have never known the outside world.
Frightened and overwhelmed, they travel to the four corners of Valenth with their loved ones-- tucked away atop a snug hat, curled up within backpacks and pouches, hanging on inside pockets or quivers.
The [[Aeneski]] and [[Human humans]], and even the now-rare benevolent [[Flarion flarion]] know of the great cities of the world; of [[Gier]] and [[Axl]], of [[Lassenbhurg]] and [[Faerwethr]] and [[Jetersborough]] and even [[RosAlbion Ros Albion]] and [[LapsDuMent Laps-du-Ment]], for now they have nowhere to call home, and beggars can't be choosers, they say.
So the sprites, the tiniest people in the world, stay close to their tall friends, close their eyes and whisper prayers to the forces of the world that they might be the lucky ones, that they might find a place to stay for now, a place with food and drink and company.
The people of Schalle have yet to hear of the fate of the chimaera of Soril; the inns and taverns are full to the brim, and even the streets boast a surprising number of refugees even before their arrival.
Frightened and desperate, they turn their heads to the sky as they huddle where they may, their heads full of questions that must mirror those in the minds and hearts of the beast-people they share the roads with.
//Why us?
What went wrong?
... what do we do now?//
And in a world made for the tall peoples, the sprites are more lost than any.
"Don't despair," they whisper to one another. "Things can only improve from here, surely."
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Next Chapter: [[BkIIICh4 Book III Chapter IV]]
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Category: [[BookIII Book III]] | [[Story]]
