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The meaning of happiness and fulfillment differs from person to person. For Breigh, happiness is a day of good work, good food, and a pleasant evening, but for Cabhrin, happiness is not so easily defined :                 W hile the party in Tyfferim gathered round their bonfire, honouring the light that ushered in the beginning of winter’s evanescence, other fires across the kingdom were burning. Amber glows raged from frosted windows, features brightened and bodies warmed behind tempered glass, furoles davered about under the ascendance of frigid gales. The ululation of the gelid gusts traveled down the eastern coast and caromed along the seas, the barm and brine blending with shards of forming ice, the undulating waves carrying them south, their frozen sheets crashing against the docks at Glaoustre with a tinkling rote. The brume of dispersing rime clouded the distance, and Breigh and Cabhrin sat in th...

 Here is this year's Frewyn life gingerbread showcase, done specially for Ailineighdaeth! Of course Martje did not make these; they would be much more professional if she had. This year, we have Lochan and Beryn on the Donnegal and MacDaede farms, with Jaicobh's signature blue farmhouse.... And over here we have Alasdair with his beloved latrine tower, with Draeden and Ghost Bryeison in the background. Poor Bryeison: death has not been as kind to him as it has been to Draeden. From everyone in Frewyn, and from everyone on the continents who celebrates, Maith Ailineighdaeth and happy holidays!

Every family has its grievances. There is someone in the family circle who is disagreeable, disgruntled, or simply revolting, and being forced to spend the better part of a holiday in the company of such immense delights is as uncomfortable as it is undesirable. While Cabhrin Donnegal is not disagreeable or undesirable, trying to get him to visit is like pushing a cart sideways, and while no one likes to force him into paying his respects to the family, around the holidays his absence cannot but be felt: A nyone who knew Cabhrin knew him as a first mate one of Frewyn’s premiere trade vessel, one reputable for its fishing and conveyance services along the northern and eastern coasts, supplying the kingdom with goods form the north, and as some reports implied, of fending off several attacks from Livanese pirates, which Cabhrin had himself never confirmed, probably for fear of worrying his mother. Cabhrin’s place on the Bear was one that all who went to sea knew well, and though not y...

“ T hat was amazingly done,” said the commander, astonished. “I don’t believe I have ever seen Alasdair turn around half so fast in all my life. Vyrdin should be confounded at your powers of command.” “Aye, well,” said Calleen, abashed and yet pleased, “I said what a mother would say, and I meant it. I don’t need help, but my Shea needs to know his family loves him and is here for him.” “Poor Alasdair,” said Carrigh, sighing into a raised hand. “He will feel as though he’s neglected Sheamas and talk of nothing else at home.” “That is rather the object of Tyfferim guilt. It is all certainly true, whatever is said, but it doesn’t make whatever it be any less distressing.” “He will panic now,” Carrigh laughed. “And so he should, girl,” said Calleen. “If it keeps him outta here, all the better.”         “Who gave Deal the tea to do?’ said Aiden, coming up behind Adaoire. “Was it you, Ma?” “Aye, so it was.” “Water’s out, and she was about to come ba...

Tyfferim, a municipality of farmers and craftsmen, have powers of persuasion like no other subjects in the kingdom. Tyfferim guilt, a longstanding understood ability, always prevails when someone born and raised in Tyfferim is speaking to someone who wasn't, but never is Tyfferim guilt more prevalent when guests from out of town are visiting for the holidays. It is all well and good that guests should want to help their host prepare what needs to be done for the festivities, but be you king or beggar, may the Gods help you if you dare insist on helping an old farmer's wife manage her kitchen. An extra long story today, courtesy of our Patrons: A iden and Adaoire moved toward the kitchen, taking the scene by the hearth in their way. Sheamas had come and was sat down with the children, and they and Kai Linaa listened to Jaicobh tell his stories with childlike zeal, wanting to know what happened next, who would marry whom, and what villain would be trounced in the course o...