Swordtember Day 27: WHIMSICAL (Patreon)

We’re so nearly at the end of swordtember, thank you all so much for joining me and funding this journey ❤️ I have some different special stuff planned for the rest of the months blades, so this is the last normal sword hehe. And long time followers might remember Horace, Peregrine, and the Carnival of Dreams :} if you don’t know what I’m talking about, go check out this post from a few years back! I miss writing curated curios, but Swordtember is always such a fun time to flesh out this universe a little more. When sprout stuff is at a more stable point, I’d love to revisit this project!

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Peregrini Dilecti, of carnival wishes and tortoise’s dream 🐢🎪

A sudden sharp breath, air floods your lungs as you open your eyes. Around you, a sea of thick white fog across a flat, pale, stone floor. Somewhere out there, lost in the storm, the carnival. You can hear it, far off in the distance. Upbeat, cheery brass horns, rhythmic cowbell, people cheering. All through a warped, immense distance, the sound was so faint. You peer in that direction, but the fog is so thick. Great heavy shadows against the clouds, a towering ferris wheel, tall brass pipes singing summer songs. A huge, lumbering beast making a steady pace, hauling the parade on reins of coloured string lights. Green, red, and blue bleed through the fog from faint, scuffed bulbs. The air is so cold, so crisp as you breathe it in. You take a deep breath, and begin walking. In the distance, the carnival horns pick up their tempo, eager and excited, welcoming you to the dance.