Wicket Lake

Wicket Snippet: The Memories of the Stars

A fog rose heavy over the autumn morning, breaking only a sliver for the first light of the still-hidden sun. Each blade of meadow grass had been frozen in its place with an early frost which now glistened as it melted and slid down to water the fields of New Praet. Two statues had been… Continue reading Wicket Snippet: The Memories of the Stars

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Wicket Lake

Wicket Snippet: Ferry to Ohr

“I need to leave this night.”  “I can ferry you on the morrow. After the Morning Song.” A robust man with a grim expression continued tightening and knotting the ropes on his small ship, paying almost no mind to the young man before him. “I’ll pay you double.” “You could offer me triple, and the… Continue reading Wicket Snippet: Ferry to Ohr