Phoenix Maplewood The Blooded Moon

PPing a conclusion and archiving with permission

The night was lovely; everyone settled down for a story, and Lanawyn told it beautifully. It seemed so much more enchanting under the strange but beautifully altered moon. By the time the group had dispersed and said their goodnights, it was late and Alarian was more than ready to fall down somewhere and turn into a wolf-shaped rock for twelve hours.