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4. Edelweiss Hot Springs

“Emery sounds like an odd one,” Aalap said and then sipped his tea.

Avery pinched the flesh between his eyebrows. “He truly is.”

The sun was setting, and warm light filtered into the haberdashery, revealing particles of slow drifting dust. It had been a few hours now, and not a single customer had interrupted their gathering, though the gray shop cat—Ruby—had revealed herself and chosen Birger’s lap to loaf upon. It was cozy and the three savored the quietude.

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Pronunciations and Pinterest (lol)

I was poking around pinterest and thought I'd share the moodboard for TToT. I don't know if that's interesting or not, but maybe it might help with visualizing some stuff. The top is Sachie and her homeland, which fades down into Birger and his homeland, and then fades further down into Avery and his homeland.

https://www.pinterest.com/bingster69/ttot/

Speaking of the gang, I thought I'd share the p...

3. Prince Emery

Avery blew on his tea. “So, Sachie found her mace. We then looted the brigands and quickly made our way out of the woods, following the trail of markers Birger had left behind. I don’t remember if anything was formally said about me joining, but we pressed onwards. One location after another, working our way southeast towards Hov. Sachie had a list of scrolls, amulets, and armor pieces she wanted to collect along the way. Nothing of note happened, a few trivial snags here and there, but n...

Bonus!

This won’t be considered a typical update (but there will be one next week). I thought I’d share the old vignettes I gleaned from in order to write The Traum Woods. Three in total, all written around 2017/2018—and a little cringe but it’s nice to see I’ve improved LOL. I left them as they were, with even their old chapter numbers. 

I don’t know if it’s interesting to see the characters then vs now, or how the latest installment is just a reworked version of establishe...

2. The Traum Woods (III)

Aalap glanced over at Sachie who was still picking at her cake. “And what happened to you?”

She looked at him, chewing. “Oh, well, I found the mace,” she said, with a hand covering her mouth.

“No, Sachie, embellish. The man wants a story,” Avery said.

“What’s there to say? I found it, that’s it. Mission accomplished.”

It was then Aalap realized how young she was compared to her companions. Though far from an adolescent, she was clearly new to adulth...

New Update Day

So, it's looking like Fridays will be feasible and sustainable for updates~

I hope everyone enjoys the latest installment! It's been a pleasure to work on.

I should explain my process. I'm curating all of my old writing I've done for TToT, and sort of patch-working everything into a more chronological and streamlined narrative. The Traum Woods is comprised of three old vignettes that I'm reworking with each update, same with the others too.  I was thinking of sharing the orig...

2. The Traum Woods (II)

Avery was impressed with his own athleticism, though his calves and lungs burned as he sprinted, all spurred by the blood pounding in his ears. He knew this was a stupid idea. The Traum Woods! A celestial mace! For some wannabe mage! She wouldn’t even be able to wield it anyhow; the vigor and reserves needed to use it at its full potential would be staggering.

He vaulted over a thick root and crouched down, hiding, calming his breathing. The trees around him swayed then still...

2. The Traum Woods (I)

“From what I can recall, the Traum Woods was shrouded in a dense fog, thick, and turbid with ancient theurgy. I could feel it like pinpricks along my skin; the mingling of my magic with the unknown…”

The air carried a heavy, herbaceous scent, which was caught and condensed by the surrounding mist. The groaning trees observed the trio as they quietly made their way through the neglected path, overgrown with slippery moss and twisting vines of violet and deep green.

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1. The Haberdashery

The haberdasher was reading when his store’s doorbell chimed. He offered a courtesy glance towards his visitors and then quickly stole another. There were three of them, clearly in the midst of travel, each from a different region. The haberdasher discerned from their attire: a Tatran with a long black braid, a delicate face, and ornate modern clothing; a broad-shouldered Ourensean, weathered and pale, half outfitted with scuffed armor and a tattered cowl; and lastly a small woman with a hi...

Hullo!

Thank you for visiting my humble patreon page for The Three of Them (TToT), a mostly lighthearted fantasy serial with an all-queer cast. 

I'm aiming to post three times a month, but I also work at a roastery and have other writing responsibilities that often leave me pretty beat, so two posts a month will be the minimum. The posting days might change, since this will be at the mercy of what will work well for me and my time. This is all very new to me and will definitely take some ...