#RD Whistle

[riddledeep]

WHISTLE AND SOREN: IN SHORT

Brief bios about the second fairy and anti-fairy children born in thousands of years

WHISTLE SOREN FERNFIRE

Occupation: Full-time student; future gemstone mine owner

Birthday: May (Breath)

Height: 3′9″ (Tall for a fae)

Age As of Devil’s Backbone: 163,254 (Mentally young teen)

Alignment: Neutral Good 

MBTI: ESFJ (Assertive)

Love Language: Quality time

Handedness: Left dominant

Hometown: Claystrif - Also known as Patio World; contains intricately carved works of art and the glass shrine to Mother Nature and Father Time

Core: Birdhouse

Core Color: Blue (Layer 1 Yellow; Layer 2 Blue)

Crown Lift: High

Wand Type: Threedspiral

Fagiggly Color: White

Preferred Shapeshifting Form: Canary

Bio: Whistle was the first baby in the common fairy subspecies born after Poof. His parents - Coleen and Richter Fernfire - are fabulously wealthy snobs who oversee several gem mines... They're constantly trying to one-up Cosmo and Wanda and make their precious son as big a celebrity as Poof is. No one cares.

Whistle himself is relaxed and overly friendly. He and Poof have been on the same Little League saucerbee team since they were in Spellementary. They both continue the sport through high school and work out together. They had a lot of playdates growing up and know each other pretty well... despite Cosmo and Wanda's exhaustion and irritation towards Richter and Coleen.

Despite his pushy parents, Whistle doesn’t expect to become a celebrity himself. Still, he’s constantly giddy that he gets to hang out with famous faces like Poof, Foop, Goldie, Anti-Coriander... He has a crush on all four and would date them all if he could. Super-fan or stalker? You decide!

He's "open" about his attraction to Anti-Fairies, but will stutter, flush, and giggle if you bring up the topic of romance. See also, "Happy Holidays."

Whistle is a hard worker who seems to perform well in everything, especially physical activities like sports. He's always happy to offer tutoring, run errands, and do any favor you ask for. What a great guy!

He moved into Poof, Sammy, and Finley's dorm after Foop dropped out when the May Blossom War began. However, he changed rooms when Foop returned for high school.

Whistle appears in "Approval," Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Pixies, "Happy Holidays," "First Impressions," and more 'fics to come. He often appears in saucerbee scenes or works about school, such as when Foop saw him and Soren on the playground in "Sentry."

Related:

Family Tree || Common Fairy - Social Ladder || Fairy Class Overview || Poof, Foop, and Hiccup's Bios || Sammy and Finley's Bios || Eclipse House Heights || Apartment Layout

ANTI-WHISTLE SOREN ANTI-FERNFIRE

Occupation: Student; young aristocrat; future spa owner

Birthday: February 13th, 2009 (Breath)

Height: 3′5″ (Tall for an anti-fairy; average for a fae)

Age As of Devil’s Backbone: 163,254 (Mentally teen)

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

MBTI: ESFJ (Turbulent)

Love Language: Words of affirmation

Handedness: Right dominant

Hometown: Luna’s Landing - Anti-Fairy World’s capital city, located in a crater and lit by glowing crystals

Core: Birdhouse

Core Color: Blue (Layer 1 Yellow; Layer 2 Blue)

Crown Lift: Average

Wand Type: Ebony

Fagiggly Color: Teal

Preferred Shapeshifting Form: Snow monkey Rhino

Bio: Anti-Whistle (Soren) is a regular little socialite who had the misfortune of being born to rich parents who couldn’t care less about their image. Sure, the Anti-Fernfire family has run the spa and castle-like hotel that Anti-Fairies have migrated to for hundreds of thousands of years, but his mom would rather do paperwork with Anti-Cosmo and his dad would rather fiddle around with his inventions. What's a little spa heir to do? ... Take control at a young age, that's what.

Foop and Anti-Whistle aren't stepbrothers, but they are crechemates: Anti-Whistle lives at the Blue Castle and is someone Foop grew up with.

Anti-Whistle and Foop are painfully similar in a way neither will admit: They both prefer taking charge and can't stand working in unorganized conditions. But while Foop struggles with analysis paralysis, the threat of losing his inheritance hanging over him in a way that keeps him in line, Anti-Whistle's at risk of losing his inheritance if he doesn't act. Despite his nerves and frequent panic attacks, he seizes control, comes out successful, and is widely admired by the same crowd that shuns Foop as being an out-of-hand fireball. Good thing that won't come back to haunt the political landscape...

Despite being arguably more successful at running things than Foop is, Anti-Whistle is a massive suck-up who is constantly trying to impress Foop with his political skills... Foop knows Anti-Whistle will be useful someday so he doesn’t want to cut ties with him, but he finds him incredibly annoying. It's a shame the guy would probably be a great partner to rule beside...

Foop’s dream is to be the first Anti-Fairy to graduate from the Fairy Academy, so he sees fellow student Soren as the rival who stands in his way. When Anti-Cosmo returned from his mysterious disappearance (à la “You’ll Never Know”), Foop finally went back to school and was assigned to be Anti-Whistle’s roommate. That didn't last long, and Foop was placed with Poof, Sammy, and Finley again instead.

As part of their counterpart link, Anti-Whistle has crushes on all the same people Whistle does (Foop included) and doesn’t really know how to deal with these feelings... Whistle is overly excited to talk to his crushes while Anti-Whistle is a panicky mess.

Anti-Whistle makes a few appearances throughout 130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash and other projects. He usually appears in Blue Castle scenes during Foop's youth or 'fics about school, such as "Sentry" (where Foop sees him on the playground and young Soren gets spooked), "Naptime" (where Foop throws a sleepover), and "Approval" (where Whistle brought him along to the high school dance).

Related:

Family Tree || Fairy Class Overview || Poof, Foop, and Hiccup's Bios

[kawaiiblue18]

People on Tumblr seemed to like my RD design so I drew more of her (still trying to understand bird wings😭)

I got a lot of questions asking if she’s part zebra so why not make her as such. She’s a fourth zebra on her dad’s side :]

If it’s not clear, all rainbow manes have white roots.

Meanwhile, Windy Whistles’ side of the family is where RD gets the cutie mark-like mark under the eye. It’s good for parents because they have an idea of what their foal’s cutie mark will look like in the future

Also my design for AJ’s and RD’s fan kid. I’ve named her Comet Apple. I headcanon that, like birds, baby pegasai are born with fluffy feathers and their flight feathers finish coming in around 10-12 years old. Comet’s wings will look very similar to RD’s. I’ll draw her older later

[theartisticpixelbit]

Time to finish off the polycule with the fastest thing with wings, its Rainbow Dash!

┌── •✧• ──┐

BIO:

Name: Rainbow Dash

Nicknames: RD

Gender/Sexuality: Female (Lesbian)

Parents: Bow Hothoof(Dad), Windy Whistles(Mom)

Siblings: N/A

Partner: Applejack & Rarity Belle

Children: Golden Gala(AJ+Rarity), Cobalt Spur(AJ+RD), Zapp Apple(AJ+RD), Lavender Lace(Rarity+FancyPants)(Adoptive)

Other Relatives: Gentle Breeze (cousin), Fluttershy(cousin)

└── •✧• ──┘

┌── •✧• ──┐

HEADCANONS:

⚡ RD thrives as the “fun” parent, always finding ways to bring excitement to family life. She loves organizing games and races. While AJ and Rarity handle structure and discipline, RD ensures there’s plenty of joy and adventure in the mix.

⚡ RD is a bit awkward with Lavender at first, as her elegant demeanor contrasts with RD’s bold personality. However, RD admires Lavender’s focus and determination. Over time, they bond over shared interests, like RD encouraging Lavender to step out of her comfort zone

⚡ RD is fiercely protective of her family. If anypony dares criticize their unconventional setup or the kids, RD is the first to swoop in and defend them. Her loyalty is unmatched, and she’s not afraid to get into a heated argument to stand up for her loved ones.

⚡RD continues her role as a Wonderbolt, but she’s learned to balance her high-octane career with her family commitments. She schedules her training and shows around family events, even bringing the kids to practice when possible.RD loves involving her kids in her Wonderbolt life. She brings them to shows, lets them sit in the front row, and even teaches them a few stunts (with safety gear, of course). Lavender might not be as interested, but RD’s enthusiasm eventually rubs off on her.

⚡RD is drawn to Rarity’s elegance and determination. While RD might roll her eyes at Rarity’s fussiness, she secretly loves how Rarity keeps her grounded. She also enjoys surprising Rarity with small, thoughtful gestures, like picking wildflowers during a flight. RD and AJ share an easygoing, competitive dynamic. They often challenge each other to races or physical contests, but their rivalry is always playful. They also bond over their shared love of the outdoors, taking the kids on hikes or camping trips.

⚡As a Wonderbolt and family mare, RD defies Ponyville’s expectations. Some ponies might question how she handles it all, but RD brushes it off with her usual confidence. “What, you didn’t think I could be the coolest flier AND the coolest mom?!”

⚡RD has taken on a mentoring role within the Wonderbolts, helping younger recruits find their confidence and perfect their stunts. This mirrors her role as a parent and gives her a sense of pride beyond just performing.

⚡RD has become the public face of the Wonderbolts, not just because of her skill but also due to her natural charisma. She participates in interviews, promotional events, and charity flights. She enjoys the attention but always credits her teammates

⚡While RD isn’t ready to hang up her flight goggles anytime soon, she’s thought about her future. She imagines transitioning into a full-time mentor or coach role, helping shape the next generation of Wonderbolts. ⚡ Her mother and Fluttershy's mom are cousins └── •✧• ──┘

[saftthefalsenerd]

My personal headcannon names for MLP characters as humans:

AJ - Jacqueline Smith (common but I like it)

RD - Danielle Rein (I think I saw it somewhere, credits to them, but I don't remember who/where)

Twi - Tabitha Stevens (credit to someone on Tumblr I think)

Pinks - Diane Stoone (Stoone cuz STONE and she grew up on a a rock farm? GET IT?.... I'll stop now-)

Rarity - Rebecca Belle (Belle, cuz Sweetie)

Flutters - Felicia Day (Felicia sounds like a name for someone shy, I might be stereotypical but oh well)

Cadence - Miriam Cadenza (Idk were the Miriam came from)

Shining - Samuel Stevens (sounds like a military name.....ish?)

Spike - Spencer Stevens (he feels like a Spencer to me, it's also pretty common)

Sweetie - Samantha Belle (She feels like a Samantha tbh)

Scoots - Scarlett Rein (THROW SNAP AND MANE OUTTA THE WINDOW AND MAKE HER RD'S SIS)

AB - Alex (Alexandria) Smith (Cause, I've seen AB's full name as Apple Blossom but is shortened to Bloom so yeah)

Big Mac - Matthew Smith Jr.

Granny Smith - Annabeth Smith (Because some headcannon her name as Annie Smith so)

Twilight Velvet - Vivian Stevens

Night Light - Nicholas Stevens

Celestia - Catherine Stevens (Nicholas' sis)

Luna - Luna Stevens (Yeah, ain't changing it-)

Bow Hothoof - Bradley Rein

Windy Whistles - Wilma Rein

Discord - Devon Alonzo de Castro (unique last name for some like Discord :])

Feel free to recommend your own or some for diff characters aren't here!

[xsh4rk-bl00dx]

I’m playing rd online as some therapy for myself because I finally got my character to look like me (it’s pretty dang close minus the hair.)

Ooh, also whistle

I need to text you on discord cuz i think Liyahs eeping

[ponyglows]

GLOWVERSE MANE 6 BIOS (Part 1 of 3) :] !! Flutterdash !! 🌈🐾

Rainbow "RD" Dash - Intersex, She/Any, Bisexual

20s at beginning of Glowverse

Youngest of Mane 6, 2.5yrs younger than Fluttershy

Wonderbolt Captain and works with schools to encourage foals to participate in sports and be confident in themselves!

Married to Fluttershy with 2 kids

They live in Fluttershy's now-expanded cottage, which is attached to the animal sanctuary

Tank is still around but can no longer use his flying device - He's way too big now!

Tank enjoys sunbathing and eating lots of veggies and hay

Lost one of her legs in a flying accident

Is able to walk around without a prosthetic as Pegasi have much lighter centres of gravity, but owns and uses a few prosthetics too! (I plan on making some art of him modelling them)

Is officially one of Scootaloo's legal guardians, along with Lofty and Holiday - Considers him a little brother!

Has ADHD (Combined type)

Very short - most ponies are taller than her

Improved his relationship with his parents

Swears like a sailor when frustrated

Struggles with feelings of "not good enough"

Got rainbow wings after performing the first Rainboom!

Parents: Rainbow "Bow" Hothoof and Windy Whistles

Siblings: Scootaloo (not bio)

Fluttershy - Femme NB, They/She, Pansexual

Late 20s at beginning of Glowverse

Eldest of Mane 6

Married to Rainbow Dash with 2 kids

Owns a weasel named Wiggle

Works at her animal sanctuary with the help of volunteers (usually animal science-related students)

Loves being a "housewife" - Makes Dash a themed lunch everyday with a note, bakes with their kids and cooks most meals (RD can't cook)

Enjoys crochet and knitting - sells blankets, teapot cozys etc

Has deep scars in their wings from working with large predators, can't fly anymore

Has a picnic by Angel's grave every week with her family

Has a weekly tea party with Discord (Dash takes the kids on these days)

Is taller than most pegasi

Has Earth Pony blood (Their mother has an Earth Pony father)

Strained relationship with Zephyr Breeze

Binge watches anime (Dash likes the action ones, Flutters prefers romance)

Swears often but always whispers when they do (most don't notice)

Coping much better with her anxiety

Turns into a Bat Pony every full moon, tries to keep it a secret. Only RD knows.

Parents: Cirrus Shy and Petal Breeze

Siblings: Zephyr Breeze

Rough size comparison below! :] !!

enjoy!!! my ask box is open if you have any questions!! ❤️

[sunskate]

Championnats RD-

junior ice dance is so fun - so far they’re going much harder than seniors on the period costumes. a number of these teams were at Next Gen, so it was fun to see them live. i’m adopting Aurea Cincon-Debout and Earl Jesse Celestino- their Jacksons RD is adorable, and they’re currently in 2nd. Gauthier/Thieren made their debut. not sure if they’re coming off injury or if they had a conflict with Next Gen. their Jagger/Bowie RD went from Honkytonk Woman to Fame and Dancin in the Street, which musically felt all over the place

Senior RD was an entirely IAM event - Romain wore sunglasses the entire time but also was peering over them to watch the teams, so idk if they were style or jet lag or what 😅 Harris/Chan with an ABBA RD that felt like a very natural choice for them. Fabbri/Ayer really solid. this is the 2nd year where they skated well here but also felt like they got a bonus from the home judging panel. Pham/Spiridonov- a program that lets them dance - shows you how important packaging is that he always felt overshadowed by Lorraine and programs that didn’t do him any favors at WISA. these two are still learning each other and have things to work out, but the material brings out good qualities in them - like he has some natural dance ability

Fournier/Zhu are committing all the way to their performances - sometimes he feels like he’s focused on his expression more than on her. this RD doesn’t stand out from the many disco programs. but omg Hannah and Ye’s does - big time - it feels like they took a page from Lilah and Lewis’s playbook in that it’s engineered to bring the crowd to their feet at Worlds. there’s cheering and whistling from the crowd on the track itself, the way they play with tempo changes to build momentum to an organic climax - this is potentially the most exciting RD we’ve seen so far this season. there are sharp details in this already, they’re both projecting- i’m excited about this one

[the-great-nome-authority]

How long does Applejack knows Rainbow for? Since Rainbow is trans, how did Applejack react to her during that time to now?

Applejack knows Rainbow since they were kids(about 10-12 years).

Applejack was a bit confused at first, but I refuse to believe her or her family would be transphobic in any capacity, she would just ask a lot of questions to Rainbow Dash. In short, she was very curious to know why Rainbow felt like that and why it was important, she very quickly began to use she/her pronouns with RD.

As a bonus: Applejack would be the 4th pony to know about Rainbow being transgender, first of course, are Bow Hothoof and Windy Whistles, the Fluttershy(childhood friends), then Applejack

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

i require more information about russ and roger’s friendship 👁️👁️

THEY'VE BEEN FRIENDS SINCE THE 60'S, i don't have a whole lot of details but i know that roger had russ help with his albums a lot, he's written songs for him and produced for him and played instruments for him. there's the old grey whistle test video from 1973 i just made gifs of recently where he and bob henrit(who was also in argent and the kinks) played with him. roger had russ with him on a tour in 1985. there's full audio footage of two shows from it on youtube. and then in the 2000's they played in the rd crusaders together for charities.

also the reason the song new york groove exists is because he thought of it while he was on the plane going to new york for roger's ride a rock horse album and he said he hadn't been to new york in a while, so he was like "i'm back in the new york groove" "wait that would be a good song title" (which he later proceeded to make the rest of the song up ON THE SPOT in the studio with hello)

AND the reason roger's "under a raging moon" album was named that is because it was originally going to be called "the fire still burns" until russ told him he was about to release one under the same name, so roger changed his to under a raging moon. russ wrote the third track on that one, played guitar on it and did harmonies.

if you look through info on roger's albums, you'll see russ's name under quite a few either as a writer, producer or under the personnel list. or more than one of those things.

here's a screenshot from a video at russ's studio where he has a picture on the wall of him handing flowers to roger on stage. a fan asked him to give them to him. i love that he just has it framed on his wall. i want it on my wall too

i'm also going to include this video clip from one of the rd crusaders videos of russ asking roger if they can sing happy birthday to his daughter because i thought it was adorable

[riddledeep]

Fernfire Family Tree (via GenoPro); click to enlarge

- The most notable character in this tree is Whistle: the second baby in the common fairy subspecies born after the baby ban was lifted (Right on Poof's heels). Coleen makes minor appearances in Frayed Knots, usually selling jewelry. - Coleen and Richter wasted no time in having multiple kids and love rubbing their babies in Wanda's face... the Fernfires and Fairywinkles have been rivals for a long time. - The Fernfires are one of the cloudlands' old money families, and one of 3 families who've passed their surname down over 100 generations (alongside the Whimsifinados and Sparklefields). They belong to House Rhino and are known for infighting... probably due to having large families. - The Fernfires are jewelers who own most of the cloudland mines. Most gems have passed through their hands- Even the ceremonial ones used by Anti-Fairies. - Coleen is also rivals with her cousin, Tiger. Dottie and Dashell are younger than Whistle, but their parents are always pushing them to be the best... preferably in ways that show up Whistle and Coleen. - Arlo Fernfire was a gyne, but everyone else shown above is a kabouter. - The Fernfire and Anti-Fernfire families are unusual for the fact that both sides of the counterpart line are aristocrats.

Anti-Fernfire Family Tree

- The most notable character in this tree is Soren Anti-Whistle: the second baby in the common anti-fairy subspecies born after the baby ban was lifted (Right on Foop's heels). Anti-Coleen makes several appearances in Frayed Knots (and other stories). - Anti-Coleen holds the Seat of Breath on the camarilla court; she's based on a character who was in the dining room during "Fairly Odd Baby." She and Anti-Cosmo didn't grow up together, but have known each other since their young adulthood. -> When the nature spirit Saturn ditched Anti-Cosmo's mother as his medium, he quickly presented himself to Anti-Coleen's father, Anti-Tuck. Up until this point, Anti-Tuck was considered "a nobody" apart from being Anti-Candela's honey-lock partner. It was a whole thing when "this random guy" was brought into the camarilla court. - Anti-Coleen has "claimed damsel" status within the Blue Castle colony and is married to Anti-Richter, though she and Anti-Cosmo have flirted several times throughout the years. She herself is not technically "under Anti-Cosmo's care," but her kids are since he's their creche father. -> In Reedfilter Rules AU, Anti-Coleen is one of the damsels Anti-Cosmo's mother wants to set him up with. They go on a date in RR Chapter 4. -> Foop and Soren aren't stepbrothers, but they are crechemates: two individuals of about the same age growing up in the same colony. - The Anti-Fernfires run Maplefeather Point: the spring migration location of the Anti-Fairies. -> Maplefeather is a high-class hotel and spa built from a castle. It welcomes visitors of all races during the off-season. During migration, it's difficult - but not impossible - to get a reservation if you're not an Anti-Fairy, but you'd better have the family name to back it up.

Related:

Fae Aristocracy

Chimera Families

Modern Camarilla Court

[aeide-thea]

[ID: Photograph of a field guide to bird identification, held open to its entry on the Chestnut-backed Chickadee. Perched on the top edge of the book, very obligingly, is a chestnut-backed chickadee, in a pose charmingly reminiscent of the example photograph on the page below it. /end ID]

The text of the guidebook entry that is visible in the photograph reads:

Chestnut-backed Chickadee Parus rufescens [now Poecile rufescens] Identification: 5" Most brightly colored chickadee. Dark gray cap; black bib; white cheek; rich reddish-brown back; flanks reddish brown. Birds that live on central Calif. coast have gray flanks. Feeding: Acrobatically clings to branches, searching for insects and seeds. Comes to bi[rd feeder]s for sunflower seeds and suet. [NB: Here the thumb of the person holding the book interrupts our view of the text; as a result, the next two sections are quite fragmented.] Nesting: Nest of moss… [an]d other downy material, placed in n… …[e]d tree cavity, or birdhouse. Eggs: 6… …ght reddish speckles; I: 11-12 days; F: … …icial; B: 1-2. Other Behavior: …cks that roam a fixed area. Chickadee… temporarily by other bird species suc[h as]… [h]atches, creepers, and… …foraging… Habitat: Coniferous or mixed woods. [Immediately above this section is a map of the northwest region of North America, which indicates that the bird is typically found along the Pacific coast as far south as Lompoc (my approximation) and as far north as Prince William Sound (Suungaaciq), as well as in the Rockies along the southern part of the border between British Columbia and Alberta, Canada, and into northern Montana.] Voice: Calls are a hoarse "chick-zee-zee" and a "chek chek." Has no whistled song. Conservation: BBS: W ↓ C CBC: ↑

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[babylove007]

MR. WALKER, stay hidden

THE DAY A GOOD HUMAN/LAWYER CROSSES MY PATH WITH AN UNDERSTANDING

And a ready supepna for my Fitbit watch heart beats,

Come find me.

The data and tumblr will still be there after this year is over. My counsel meeting with Mr. Scher on Bay St, and call to mom's work at his office,

And a bunch of boys in uniform we feed to the witch doctors over seas.

We grind you up like ground beef and show you why white people show up to foreign kids at a school with WHISTLES.

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P.s fuck you

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Mr. Walker and loved ones, take no false cop shop safety for true.

Look at his picture and tell me what you see.

Man nuh hold blistering pox vaccine pon the people. Kingston Police Kettyle cop? A laugh and a piss worthy ride up to Algonquian.

And a badge, gun, cruiser and a paycheque to fucking boot.

Anna camp and black haired Harmony Rd boy cops sink, in swift swampy succession.

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I met Hugh Scher on Bay St in January 2021.

Check my timeline.

I'll check you a sharp memory with feelings and time line, and a body score to blow your generational substance out of the water.

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[lararobertson]

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[dukies333]

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[drshardahomoeopathycenter]

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Clear Mucus: If the cough produces mucus, it is usually clear rather than yellow or green. This is indicative of an allergic reaction rather than a bacterial infection.

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[lordtille]

Lord Tille-RD-CH1

"BORING!"

This was probably the fifth time Myrna, the young, red-headed woman currently stuck in the back of a dusty wagon headed toward the Capital, had shouted this, and again she was ignored by everyone else in the caravan. She tried flopping in her seat, tapping the wheels of the wagon where they peaked up over the walls, and whistling tunes, but still, she was ignored. An hour later, Myrna was ready to cause some serious mischief to kill her boredom.

Quickly scanning the faces in the wagon and seeing none looking at her, she took her chance. Myrna turned inward, muttering under her breath while directing her attention to the cart's front wheels. The wagon bounced, a loud *crack *sounded out, and their movement came to an abrupt halt. Myrna tuned back into the world around her, catching the look of utter contempt on the leader's face, and decided the best course of action would be to feign ignorance. While murmurs were exchanged between the passengers, the young peasant handling the cart stepped down to check the wheel.

"Ne'er seen tha before!" the young man said as he bent down and lifted up the broken wheel of the cart, which was now a bright yellow cheese wheel. He scratched his head, a bewildered look on his face, and Myrna snickered to herself as he went about replacing the wheel with a spare underneath the cart. The wagon was operational soon enough, and Myrna now felt more at ease.

The murmuring in the cart had died down once they began moving again, the silence taking on a suffocating quality. Myrna received looks of contempt, disgust, shame, and anger from everyone, their eyes boring into her. It wasn't the best feeling in the world, having all of that directed at her, but Myrna refused to let everyone else ruin her fun. They didn't even know that she had done it, as Myrna knew no one had seen her cast her little spell, but naturally, they blamed her. Myrna, the youngest in the coven, the little troublemaker, the greatest annoyance, etc. She tried not to let it get under her skin, but the lack of faith in her abilities made her feel like the group's outcast, like they didn't even want her around.

It had taken much persuading for Myrna to come on the trip, and the coven leader had forbidden Myrna from knowing the purpose of their mission. All she knew was the coven was going to the festival, and that they all seemed on edge. Everyone had been more snappish than usual, which is saying something, and that meant even more of their distaste was directed at Myrna. Despite it all, Myrna was determined to enjoy herself; it was a celebration, after all. It didn't matter why her coven was suddenly interested in the kingdom they so vehemently hated; the festival was all Myrna wanted to think about.

From what she heard, the festival was something to behold. There would be more food, dancing, drinking, and entertainment than Myrna had ever seen. Knights would joust in tournaments, foreign performers would conduct shows, and merchants from every corner of the land would be there, selling their wares. Myrna intended to enjoy herself as much as possible, but she also had a plan. Apparently, magic was forbidden in the kingdom, meaning the poor citizens had little to no access to healing. As such, Myrna had brought all the necessary ingredients to make healing potions and planned to sell them while in the Capital. This obviously posed some risk, but that was why Myrna had elected to not inform any of the coven members of her plan. As long as none of them knew what she was up to, everything would be fine.

Lord Tille of Lockewood was a stocky nobleman, short in stature and going on in years. His hair had begun to fade, dulling in color, and his joints would now ache the day before it rained. Many Lords would have let age sour themselves, ruining whatever legacy they may have had, but Lord Tille would not. He was a powerful man, trusted by the King, in charge of a substantial amount of land and subjects, yet, despite his position, Lord Tille was also rather humble. A man of pride and honor, he vowed to carry himself as such until the day he died, which would be a ways off as Lord Tille was not much for fighting. Not that it was an issue, of course; that's what his knights were for.

The Knights of Lockewood served under Lord Tille and were known across the land for their feats of greatness. With his most trusted knights, Captain Ernest Ryder led the knights through many dangerous encounters against unbeatable odds and always returned victorious. Slaying terrible beasts, rescuing maidens, toppling bordering nations, and invading foreign lands; there was nothing The Knights of Lockewood could not do. For this reason, the King asked Lord Tille and The Knights of Lockewood to attend his royal banquet, both to enjoy the festivities and act as a deterrent to those who would wish the King harm.

The Knights of Lockewood were understandably honored by the King's request, but Lord Tille was wary. At any other time, the Lord would have been as delighted as the knights to be asked after by the King, but in recent months some concerning rumors had begun to spread about the royal family⁠—rumors involving magic. There was no proof, naturally, but Lord Tille was understandably tense. If the royal family had indeed turned to witchcraft, there would surely be chaos on the horizon.

Of course, these concerns failed to prevent Lord Tille and his knights from attending the festival; none of them wished their heads a premature departure from their necks. So off they went, Lord, knights, servants and all, to make their way to the capital. Excitement and apprehension flitted from person to person, and before the week's end, the convoy had arrived at their destination⁠—the briefest glimpses of the capital visible through the trees. As the forest around them began to thin and the cavalcade neared the castle, the structure's magnificence was revealed. With spires that pierced the heavens and brickwork that must have taken generations, this castle was the grandest any of them had seen. Every window reflected the rising sun's light to a nearly blinding degree, giving an ethereal sharpness to the place.

The castle's drawbridge was down; thousands of people crossed it to enter the gates and partake in the festival. As the convoy approached the gates themselves, they began to make out the forms of individuals. From the lowest of peasants to the highest of noblemen, merchants, and performers, people from all over the land had come to partake in the celebration. Lord Tille even spotted a few other nobles among the crowd on horseback.

Navigating the bustling streets packed with excitement and wonder, Lord Tille and his knights make their way to the inner bailey, the keep's wooden doors before them. Servants scurry around like ants, unloading the convoy’s belongings and taking them to the rooms set aside for them. The keep's wooden doors open; the King's advisors descend the steps to welcome them, ushering them inside and informing them of their duties. The rest of the festival is a blur to Lord Tille⁠⁠—the many performances and toasts of good health blurring together as the week continues. There are many royal dinners and pompous nobles, their bitterness counteracted by the joyous fervor the festivities bring out in the people. Tournaments are won, deals are made, songs are sung, and on and on and on it goes. All the while, Lord Tille keeps his eyes sharp, never forgetting the rumors that surround the King.

It was the festival's final day, and Lord Tille had yet to spot anything that would suggest the royal family was practicing magic. With the presence of The Knights of Lockewood, no one dared make an attempt on the King, and so the celebrations had gone uninterrupted. It was finally time for everyone to leave, return to their lands, homes, and jobs, and wait for next year's festival, which would surely be even greater than this one. It is now that The Knights of Lockewood gather in the barracks, trading farewells with the brave soldiers who serve the King and had been their equals during the festival. Though it had only been one week, The Knights of Lockewood and the King's knights had formed close bonds, and promises to send aid in times of need were made by many. As the group of heroes gave their final goodbyes, the King stumbled into the barracks.

The room fell silent, the knights of both royals standing at attention. Lord Tille raised a brow, as it was unusual for the King to come to the barracks, though based on the stumbling, perhaps he was drunk from the festivities? The King stopped to lean against a wall and opened his mouth to speak, only to double over giggling and coughing. The King's lack of sobriety no longer in question, Lord Tille decided to call over a servant to guide his majesty back to his chambers. The knights relaxed a little, knowing they weren't to be reprimanded by His Majesty, and returned to their conversations. Just as the servant was about to reach the King, and Lord Tille was about to turn away himself, the room exploded in light.

The stone walls of the barracks shook with the might of the explosion, launching dust and debris into the air. The knights gathered in the room were scrambling, shouting at one another, and adding to the unseen chaos. As the light faded from the room Lord Tille's vision returned. Many of the King's knights had been knocked to the ground, limp but breathing. Most of Lord Tille's knights had been spared, though some had sustained injuries as parts of the ceiling fell on them during the explosion. Lord Tille was fine, dusty and shaken up, but fine.

"The King!" shouted Captain Ryder as he rushed to Lord Tille's side and stared at the wall the King had been leaning against. In his place was a shadow, a mark on the wall in his shape. Ringing from the bell towers could be heard—the attack must have been noticed by the royals—and the stomping of the royal guard as they approached the barracks.

Myrna’s plan kept her occupied for the rest of the trip; the mysterious cheese wheel the only interruption of note. Soon the coven found themselves approaching the Castle⁠ under cover of night—witches have standards⁠—when the leader ordered the cart to stop. Everyone hobbled out, someone handing money to the peasant operating their transportation, and the rest of the way was made on foot. The kingdom was eerie at night, the quiet ringing in Myrna's ears. Even the coven's camp wasn't this quiet; there would usually be the sounds of a crackling fire or the shifting of chimes in the wind, but here there was nothing. The group quickly made their way to the base of the castle wall and began setting up a temporary camp.

Some members set up a fire, others started stamping down grass to flatten the area, and Myrna set about making her tent. It wasn't anything too grand, just a few pieces of dark cloth held with sticks, but the privacy it provided was priceless. She finished placing everything, her bedroll and extra blankets on the ground, a few books scattered about, protective gems hanging in the small entryway, and her supplies safely tucked in the corner. Most of the coven had finished their brief tasks, and many had settled down to eat. The soup Myrna spooned into her bowl was a little cold and watery, but after the day of travel, it tasted like a gift from the gods.

Tomorrow Myrna would prepare her materials for the potions and then sneak her way into the Capital. It would be difficult with the coven here, but with how often they forgot about her, she figured it wouldn't be too hard.

And so, Myrna turned in for the night, and morning followed soon after. With it came the first few rays of sunlight making their way through the cloth tent walls and to Myrna's eyes, waking her. Her first drowsy thought was that it was quiet, wishing this strange place had more life to it. Her second, more aware thought was that it was too quiet. Clumsily tumbling out of her 'tent,' Myrna was greeted by an empty campground. The other coven members' tents could still be seen, but poking her head inside revealed no one. The campfire was still smoldering, so it seemed the coven had been here this morning, at least long enough to cook breakfast.

From what Myrna could see, this seemed less like the coven had gone missing and more that they had deliberately left and made sure to not bring her. She assumed they were treating the cheese-wheel debacle seriously, but it honestly didn't matter too much. Whatever those old hags wanted to get up to was their business, and their leaving just meant Myrna could cut out the sneaking part of her plan.

Myrna got to work after that, gathering her supplies around the campfire so she could make her potions while waiting for her food to cook. She chopped up vegetables for her soup while crushing herbs for the elixirs, and soon she had a bag full of potion bottles and a belly full of warm food. Ready to start, Myra began her trek to the Capital's gate. The drawbridge had been lowered, and the street leading into the Capital was bustling with people. Myrna could see peasants and nobles mingling and even spotted a few lords on horseback. The drawbridge was made of old wood, water-damaged and cracked, but it was still sturdy.

Making her way across and into the Capital itself, Myrna found herself in a sizable courtyard-esk area filled with merchants' stands and performers' stages. She could hear someone singing in the distance and could smell fresh-baked bread in the air. There were more people here than Myrna had seen in her entire life, and all she had to do was capitalize on it. Making her way to the edge of the area, Myrna scanned the crowd for anyone who might need her potions. Nobles would be too haughty to break the law for something so trivial, but an ill peasant would likely do most anything to get a cure.

Myrna had a very successful day from that point, skirting the edges of the festival to find ill people in need of her wares. As she had predicted, the kingdom's ban on all things magic had left the people desperate. By the time lunch rolled around, Myrna had sold all but one of her potions and was spending her hard-earned coin on various festival goods. It was when Myrna was digging into her second turkey leg and watching a juggler that she spotted it. In the alleyway behind the performer, a group of people in dark cloaks rushed by. Anyone else would have brushed it off, but Myran could have sworn the cloaked figures were the coven.

Myrna discreetly slipped away from the crowd, following the coven down the alley. Eventually, they stopped at a dead-end, and Myrna ducked behind a nearby crate. She could hear some murmuring, now certain this was the coven, but she couldn't make out any words.

The coven leader pulled down her hood and raised her hand, a large blue crystal in her hand. She spoke an incantation, and the crystal began to glow, soon floating in the air where the leader had previously held it. She continued to chant, the others joining in until the crystal flashed in a bright light.

Myrna turned away from the light, quickly looking back to see the alley empty. A few blue specks floated in the air, which promptly blinked out of existence, leaving Myrna alone in the sudden silence. The young witch stood from her spot, hoping to investigate the area when a rattling explosion sounded out. People were shouting and screaming, and from the sounds of it stampeding. Myrna broke into a run, knowing the explosion was somehow connected to her coven.

People were, in fact, stampeding, so all Myrna had to do was run in the opposite direction of the crowd to find the blast site. Myrna ducked under overturned carts and ran around fallen people, soon finding her way to the keep's courtyard. Off to the left was the currently smoking barracks, and Myrna could hear someone shout inside. Rushing inside, Myrna didn't know what to make of the situation before her. Benches, swords, and armor pieces littered the floor where knights lay nursing their wounds. The wall to Myrna's right had a human-shaped outline burned into it, and to her left, an elderly man and a knight stood, gaping at the mark on the wall.

Myrna peered around the room but couldn't see her coven anywhere. She could feel the magic in the air and knew this was her coven's doing, but she couldn't figure out why. Myrna turned to flee, not wanting to stay in the room full of witch-killing knights.

"Wait!" the old man hollered as he chased Myrna into the courtyard, where they were both greeted by a swarm of royal guardsmen.

"Halt!" one of the guards said as a half-dozen or so of them turned to see who was running at them.

No time to waste, Myrna quickly veered to the left, running past the guards who were torn between running after the two of them and rushing into the barracks. A few left the group of guards to give chase, so Myrna continued her sprint, running into the heart of the Castle.

"Please, stop running!"

The old man was still chasing her! Myrna rushed through the Castle's halls, taking random turns in hopes of losing those chasing her, with no luck. After running aimlessly through the stone fortress, Myrna came face to face with a set of large wooden doors. One muttered spell, and the doors were forced open, nearly falling off their hinges. Halfway into what Myrna guessed to be the royal dining hall and seeing no other exits, Myrna turned to see the elderly man slamming the doors shut behind him. He locked the doors behind him, trapping them in the room, and stared her down as he began to speak.

"Who are you? Why did you enter the barracks? Why did you flee?"

Myrna ignored him in favor of looking out the window, figuring she could jump out the window if she had to. The man grew angry at Myrna's lack of response.

"I am Lord Tille, and—" cough *"��you will answer me! Are you—" *hack, cough "—connected to what happened in the barracks? What did—"

The lord's coughing worsened with every shout, and he fell to his knees, hacking and sputtering before Myrna. It was just her luck; the old man must have gotten smoke or debris into his lungs, leaving the young witch with a dilemma.

Should she rush out the window and save herself, or give this dying lord her final potion? Biting her lip, Myrna made her choice and rushed to the man's side, laying him down on the stone floor and tipping the brew down his throat. Once the potion had been drunk, the lord's wounds began to heal. The minor cuts on his face and arms closed up, and his coughing stopped. Myrna leaned back on her hands, breathing quickly from all the running, knowing she'd made the right choice.

The doors to the hall burst open, guards storming in and surrounding the two of them. There was Myrna, an exhausted red-headed woman who had fled a crime scene with a bag of herbs and illegal substances in her possession, and an elderly lord who had run with her, been healed by magic, and then promptly passed out on the floor. Myrna wasn't given a chance to defend herself before the nearest guard hit her in the head with the blunt end of their spear, knocking Myrna to the ground and into unconsciousness.