Oh, Mascugani—what an odd old tale to tell…
Not much is actually known of the faerydeer. According to the Encyclopedia of the Natures of Euphora: “They appear when the bonedilies are near bloom and are renowned for the pollen they sweat, which is essential to nature’s pollination and integration of kinds, allowing species of plant to travel vast expanses and find home next to the bonedilies for protection.”
As I draw nearer to the publication of my next book, I find myself filled anew with curiosity as to some of its content. Reading back over it, it feels as though I am rediscovering the adventures and settings as though for the first time. Truly does Fauldon’s Dream and Karier of the Task cover such a broad subject of imagination, thought, and journey.
To much consideration, I have decided to delay the publication of the Grand Attraction’s sequel: the Grand Illusion. Instead, I turn my attention towards Fauldon’s Dream and the Karier of the Task.
“Origin–it is oft a question we all ask of ourselves. But we would be doing ourselves wrong if we didn’t ask the reciprocal: the purpose. To each his own beginning; to each his own end; to all, a purpose to live.” -Turtleback Seer
So are the words of Turtleback Seer, the first and original Seer for the land of Naychurr–a realm where creatures of land, air, and sea have switched habitants and now feud over their new “self-acclaimed” rights and domains. It was the Seer who brought wisdom to their Judgement; who guided their quarrels and corrected their wrongs. Turtleback was revered as the perfect sage of nature–land, sea, and air– as he himself was a sea turtle flying the depths of sea and heights of the heavens. There was no feud he could not resolve. Only his age got the better of him, causing him to suffer from aboulia, an inability to make decisions. In his absence, a new Seer was needed to govern the creatures of Naychurr.
And it is thus your story begins….
“Time has come, my child, to settle down. The sun has gone and night has come. The light outside, the moon, resides–watching over you, my child, while you rest your eyes.