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“SHLOOOOP!” Arlen thought he’d felt the thing more than heard it, turning away from his cave entrance. Things had been calm since the flights had come together to banish the creature of the deep, but he was still a little cautious. He’d expected to see a creature, a message, or just about anything else other than the benign looking orange squash bobbing on the sea in front of him. He stared at it a moment, noting the candle nestled inside, before the memory clicked. Oh, right, right around Riot of Rot last yea--
A giant gasp exploded behind him into an excited yell. “It’s the TIDELORD! HE’S RETURNED!” Arlen watched Hazel check out the pumpkin and then flitter about like a dodo, sighing his exasperation and carefully keeping from gritting his teeth. More than a little, anyway.
“It’s NOT the Tidelord, settle down!” He didn’t have patience for these antics. Wherever the giant bubble-blower in the sea had gone, they were JUST. FINE. WITHOUT. HIM.
“The Tidelord sent us these last year, so he HAS to be back this year to send them again,” Hazel squeed, busily gathering some shells and kneeling to float them carefully within and amongst the pumpkin lanterns.
“Maybe - just Maaaaaayyyyybe now, the pumpkins didn’t come from Tidelord. Where do you think he would get them anyway?” he asked, scornfully. “Does he have a giant pumpkin patch under the sea? What do you think he’s going to grow next - pineapples?!”
“Don’t be silly, Arlen. Of course Tidelord sent them. Such pwecious widdle wighted pwumpkin babies,” she cooed, still balancing shells atop the water to journey with her ‘babies.’
“Okay, Hazel, so if it’s the Tidelord what did he send us at Wavecrest Saturnalia? Besides Sea Monsters.”
“Bubbles,” she responded coyly, gathering more empty shells before rising. “We’ll celebrate tonight, and send notice to clans from all around. Maybe if we send Tidelord enough exalts he’ll send us the prophecies again too.”
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