1. Forlorn - WC100 - Summary: Don't talk to strange faeries.
Something about the way she stood there caught my attention. Something painfully familiar. Forlorn… Distant... You know, like I have become.
“You look lost.”
“I am.” She sobbed. “They’re all gone! My house is gone. But this the right place!”
I had a suspicion about what was coming. She told me about her and her promise to heal her.
“I didn’t want to die so young,” she explained. “But now! Now I’ll grow old without them and that’s worse, somehow.”
I nodded. I wished I could help her.
But the Elf-queen isn’t of the Dark. So my hands are tied.
2. Lost Skin - WC100 - Summary: A little help for a stranger in finding a very important item...
“We’ve lost him again.”
“He knows where we’re going.”
“What was it with that woman, anyway? Calling him ancient one was pretty rude, I thought.”
He shrugged. “He didn’t seem to mind.”
“He seems to be losing it.”
Great-uncle Will waited for them by the jetty in time for the boat trip. For most of it, he was even more taciturn than usual. Until they spotted the seals. He watched the animals attentively. One came right up to the boat.
“You found it then,” he said to it.
She directed a meaningful glance at her husband, who nodded.
3. Tights... - WC100 - Summary: A bit of evil punning at the expense of an Old One. Warning: This one is just silly.
“That,” said the Old One, “is cheating.” He had arrived too late at the scene to help the newest potential recruit for the Light. It was a pity. The man had had charisma, spirit and dedicated followers.
The Rider laughed down at him. “I didn’t lay a finger on him. How was I to know he’d manage to get himself killed so easily? You could always find a replacement. Or fill in for him. Tights would suit you, I am sure.”
“That would be breaking the rules.”
“True… But the tights… Mind you, you’d have to change your name, Merriman.”