Mid-Tide was the livliest festival for the citizens of Blurwell. Not only was it the mid point of the year, but it was the changing of magic as well. The ether of Kaliros moved differently in the later half of the year.

“The colors really are something special” Risili said to Knoll as she walked him through the market streets. “Obviously, the work of the Elves in Veesmore” she drawled sarcastical...