After a bit of prep, the young woman who served the haunted village of Peyroux and surrounding areas as the “maker of smoke, be your needs mystical or mundane,” opened the back door and appraised what the forest had brought her.
“You have broken the rules, your highness. That ghoul was fair play,” a shadow whispered, itself unmoving but its voice following the monarch as she hefted her skirts and hurried to attend her champion.
She went to Bat Heart Spa, coming out fresh, clean, and smelling like lilac wyvern scales. At home, she considered two lipsticks. Unable to decide, she showed both to the lazily judging cat lounging on her bed. “This is…?” it asked. “Date two.” Indigo.
Strawberry, the first mermaid to live in Peyroux, has tricked not only her wife, Red Kelp, dryad, but the vast majority of the community into believing mermaids need a hot, bubbling pool of water to remain warm and toasty throughout the winter.