It was a very hard week… Tar one of the trolls that welcomed me into the Fen and has been my friend this whole time, exploring the Haunted Fen together and was over 400 years old when it was time for him to sleep for a season joined back to mother earth. I could faintly see the newly made hill that was once Tar thru the trees overlooking my little house. He had chosen to be put to rest there so He could always be close in spirit. On this night I was quietly sitting watching the moon out of my window feeling the loss of my friend. Oma had been cooing and curled up in my arms…. when through the open window walked a beautiful creature that looked straight into my eyes and I was mesmerized. A calm settled over me and I felt warmth and love fill my heart. A deep voice filled the air and said… “ My dear daughter I have sent you a sentinel. It is not time for us to meet in person but when you are ready you will be guided to where you are from and you will meet us. This sentinel needs you to give it a name. He will watch over you and Oma your entire life. He will also be your translator for any creature, and creatures will come to meet you. But he will not speak to anyone but you. You have a special bond. Remember you are loved and not forgotten “ I blinked my eyes a few times and was able to look at this new addition to my life. He is a magnificent creature with velvet soft fur that is black and white, very big ears and crystal blue eyes. Gold, purple and blue swirls on the black fur showed up when showing affection. I wondered, what would happen if threatened…. what changes would happen, but I guess we will find out sometime in the future. “ Hmmm … What shall I name you?” I said. He stood up and touched noses with Oma and suddenly he looked like a fluffy white cat with little blue swirls in his fur around his neck and a teardrop in the center…. “This is what others will see when they look at me. “ He said in a deep purring voice.” Only dragons, creatures, and you can see through the illusion. Other humans can not see through.” I sat for a moment and after some time had passed I said “When you are in this form you are white as snow, and you are my sentinel so … Pax which means safe in latin. So your name is Snow Pax. Welcome to my family.”

Friday, November 21, when the clock strikes 12 PM Eastern, the doors of the Confident Introverts village will open wide — and music will rise like light from the heart of a valley. Word has already begun to travel between villages. Messengers carried it across dragon paths and river crossings, from workshop halls to quiet studios where brave musicians have been practicing in secret, their instruments steadying beneath trembling hands. Seven travelers of all ages will step forward to share the pieces they’ve been nurturing — some seasoned, some still new to their craft, all courageous: ✨ @Katrina Wright , Fearless leader of Dragon Village will open the gathering with song ✨ Nathaniel Parant & his daughter of Light Heart Vision song and guitar ✨ Brandon Smith of Mental Momentum guitar ✨ Robert Palmer of Lindsey Wilson College horn ✨ Mark X, your own fearless Path of the Dragon guitar ✨ Jack Shiller of Confident Introverts cello Each has carried their music like a small glowing ember — turning it over, tending it, whispering strength into it until it was ready to be shared. Tomorrow, those embers will rise together in a single warm blaze, 🔥and you are invited to witness it, to lend your presence like a lantern in the crowd, to support the fearless Katrina and lift these performing travelers as they offer something both fragile and fierce. 📅 Tomorrow ⏰ 12:00 PM Eastern - Live

A hush steadies the square as Euphina Emberwright steps onto the wooden stage, Choraleaf’s leafy frills trembling with quiet delight. She raises her brass panflute; the first measure glides out, bright as morning on dew. Choraleaf answers, a ribboned hum that threads the melody. When their lines braid—note to note, breath to breath—an unseen bell tolls, not iron but meadow-deep, a tone like rain on seed. Beneath their feet the dusting of pollen hears it. It stirs. Green awakens. Buds pearl along the boards. The crowd gasps as the stage ripples into color—wildflowers racing in sudden bloom, petals brushing Euphina’s boots, twining around Choraleaf’s claws. The dragon trills, delighted at this inadvertent magic; Euphina laughs mid-phrase startled while Choraleaf keeps singing, letting the bell’s echo ride her tune. Children clap; elders wipe surprised tears; someone shouts that the town will need a gardener for the stage. The last note settles, and a butterfly chooses the panflute like a final chord. They bow together—flutist and lyrical dragon—debuting a song newly named: “Verdant Charm.”

Ever since the first day that I can remember I was surrounded by trolls. Ive traveled to many new places. The scenery would change, and so would the trolls. I'm wanting to let other people understand. The trolls are not all bad. Yes, some are questionable.... And pretty much have morals the size of a peanut. But..... The ones in my family. Are good, and decent but very protective. You see, they are the Guardian trolls. Most trolls are guardians of some type. How did they come into being? To let you know some of the history of trolls. They are not born from parents. When there is a need for guardians. They are created by the earth 3 at a time. Specific for where they need to be. They all are created when there are new Dragon eggs. Every dragon egg nest has a Guardian troll. They care for that nest. And guard it against any problems that could arise. Most don't even see them because they're quietly watching. When you will hear about people or creatures going missing...well they messed with the nest and they have bad intentions. The Guardian trolls use them as an example. (dont ask what they do with them.. Its not pleasant) When they are done guarding the eggs. Or I should say, when the eggs have been joined with who they are meant to be with the trolls are then delegated a second place to guard and keep safe. For example that is when they take on jobs of being the trolls under the bridge, or they are the guardians of a snow pass or guardians of a forest. But they all come into being first as the guardians of the eggs. They have an understanding with the Dragons. That no harm will come to the dragons nest and the dragons wont eat the trolls. Now every troll is male but every 300 years or so one female is created. She is delegated to be the Trollmother. She resides over 12 clans of trolls. She holds the magic that is needed to assign guardianships. Troll Mothers are also like the whole group chief or as the final say in any matter of trolls for example arguments, tussles, and many many pranks that a group of trolls has when there is nothing left to guard. Its the job of the troll mother find the perfect spot for that troll. But when they get so big and bored of all the jobs the trollmom lays a magical layer of Earth over the top of that troll and they sleep until they turn back into stone and earth.

A magical, mystical wish became a beautiful calling. As Euphina plays the pipes, Choraleaf echoes immediately after with a melodic hum. With every note, gratitude is expressed for the gift so generously given from @Night Spirit of the beautiful pipes via her mystical bag of mystplaced wishes. This bard boldly boasts of the wishing wares from the market stall - encouraging those who ogle her instrument to find their own delight from the one there.