#the fallows

"A shoe-headed chicken! That means a corn blight is imminent. Or was it an early frost...? I must consult the almanac! Hurry, Otto!" "Okay, Grandma..."

A drop in soil temperature was thought to be the trigger for certain seasonal fae, such as frost imps, to wake from summer hibernation and leave their burrows.

A cozy nest of soft lichens was the chosen bedding of many fae creatures in the wood.

On her travels as a researcher of flora and fauna, Roan had encountered few creatures as peaceful as the gargoyle tortoises of Sangenruck, whom she had never seen awake.

Folksy bedtime stories abound to explain the abundance of fog seen in the Fallows during fall; everything from fairies steaming their laundry to frogs cooking stew. The reality is... less charming.

The light of the mirror elk's antlers could be difficult to distinguish, being lit by the rays of the setting sun during the time of day when everything already looked a little bit like fire. But for those lucky enough to find themselves in the right place at the right time, the sight was well worth the risk of getting burned.

It’s common knowledge that the harvest sprite’s favorite food is squash. Oftentimes veteran farmers in the Fallows designate a pumpkin patch as an offering to the pesky fae, while the less experienced are doomed to spend hours a day chasing them off and still wind up with nibble marks in their crops.