Yay, thank you ! I had to sit there and debate which one I love the most cause your coloring is just, well, it's just always so stunning.

Thank you, I'll be able to pay likely Tuesday next. I am waiting for paycheck, and that is payday. I totally forgot to ask for a fawn locks, but you picked the one I wanted anyway LOL.

Sweetie. I asked for Box D. and what you have in trades is box C.

sorry ive done like, over 120+ trade lots and i might've swapped one or two lol Trade Lot there you go!

Event 2: Based on

The attention to details were flawless, they had to be for this kind of summoning. A flower out of place, a stone slightly off-centered, and everything would go to hell. Doing another once-over, he nodded his approval of the altar and beckoned for his apprentice to continue. Taking a shaky breath, the apprentice began the chant:

Excitare mortuos quod quaerimus, quod planum e producere. Educ animae in immaturum perniciem adferret sanitatis. Isto enim nox noctium cum mortui resurgent ultra.

After a brief blinding light, a figure began to emerge from the altar. A pale form, with ebony hair and ruby eyes. Upon the figure was steched a marking, almost a tattoo, a black circle with intricate designs and white roses upon the top. The figure turned towards them and the men were taken aback; this was not what they had meant to do.

i have the wrong box in my trade, (6723434) i wanted the Shiny box (D) + Cryptic Fawn Locks, .,..shoes, bow and bg :)

apologies! i've done 120+ trades and I probably crossed a couple of them by accident. Honestly I shouldve stopped at some point and resumed today lol QQ

Trade Lot there you go!

not a problem, it's certainly understandable to happen at times <3

Very understandable, and I'm amazed you're still standing! But still, good for business and artists. <3

Could I get Box D, please??

Edit: And if I have a choice I like most the cryptic fawn. ^^

Day 2

[Item=song of the archer]

A lonely guardian stands silently watching and waiting. By his side he holds onto this bow. The shining stone that sets as his guide beams with radiant light. It is his most treasured thing in this world. Not long ago it was merely a simple bow belonging to the one who held his heart. Sadly this item is cursed, yet he will never allow it to leave his side. Trapped insode that gleaming stone is a voice, the voice of his love. She was taken from him too soon, and as she began to leave this world she quietly sang her last words to him. "Never shall I leave you, never shall I die, my heart is yours forever, I will not say goodbye" Then her spirit ascended to the heavens, yet her essence remained trapped in this stone until her love joins her. The last gift she could give him was this song of sorrow and love, this song he holds in his hand, this song he hears in his soul.

Butting in to let you know that the items in the box (except the bonus item, which is limited/sold out), are available all month long - until the next box is release! ^^

Sorry if there's some confusion? I posted today's challenge a little late yesterday afternoon, but there's still time to submit your story if you have one.

Due to an appointment RL, I won't be able to post the new challenge until probably 6 or 7pm tonight! You have a few extra hours to submit your story entries.

For as long as anyone can remember, there has always been an incense carrier. And, for all anyone knows, there will always be one. The way she is chosen remains a mystery, but her duties are clear, as inscribed on the Holder's staff itself: Be the way for those who are lost; lead with your rich fragrance those who need guidance; remain unnamed - it is not about you but about the tradition of women helping one another in times of distress and despair. May she always be there until the triumphant day that she is needed no more!

is box B still available? ;o;

This photograph seems to glow with its own colours. Local folklore says this priceless photograph, treasured dearly by the citizens of Elysea town, is taken by a photographer whose passionate wish to capture the scenery looking out from his wife's final resting place as a memento touched the gods. From that mystical moment onwards, the black and white scenery in the photograph would shimmer with beautiful colours for those with a pure heart if they quint hard enough.

Keep dancing and stay shiny <3

Once upon a time there were four dragon sisters. Adena the Fire Dragon loved to collect magma shards. Avani the Earth Dragon fell for all things shiny, especially gold. Anat the Water Dragon liked to gather vials with water from all the places of the world. And then there was the smallest one, Aiah the Ice Dragon, who was in love with shoes, much to the chagrin of her parents.

„What are you needing those kicks for?“ they demanded when Aiah brought another pair of exquisite shoes back to the lair, proudly sorting and shelving them in her special shoe cabinet. „One day, I´ll be dancing at a ball!“ the little one always answered with shining eyes and anticipation, to the ringing laughs of her family.

In their 390th year of life, at winter solstice, a mage came along who wanted to trade some gold with Avani. He was in the process of crossing the shaking bridge to their lair when Aiah rememberd suddenly that Anat had crossed the bridge in the morning on a trip to the river and Aiah had dashed after her because her sister forgot her scarf which means the bridge would be frozen over by now, her icy steps did that with water.

Aiah hurried to the bridge, catching the sliding mage just in time before he plunged into the abyss. The old man was shattered and chilled to the bone and happily sat down for tea with the dragon family before doing business with the Earth Dragon.

When he was about to leave, he found Aiah kneeling before her shoe cabinet, caressing a soft suede boot. The wizard looked thoughtful, then rummaged in his bags and digged out an ancient looking amulet. It was carved out of rose wood and a clear crystal sat in the middle of the ovale setting.

„That´s not a permanent charm, I am not that mighty, yet when you wear the pendant on this day of the year, you´ll be able to shrink to a size which allows you to wear all your dainty shoes!“ the wise man promised.

And that´s why when you partake in a festive ball around winter solstice and you look at the dancers more closely, you often find a tiny dragon waltzing around, lost in thought. If you wait a bit, you can see the little one changing its shoes almost every dance. It´s the only night in the year Aiah the Ice Dragon is able to wear her precious shoes and she enjoys every minute of it!

Sorry, I read wrong and misunderstood ^^;

ahh jeez what a time to have writer's block...writing when sleepy is also probs a bad idea, but i'm so glad for the extra time! been offline all day so at least i still get a shot for today yey ^^

day 2 It was just an ordinary Spring night. She couldn't remember feeling tired, but she must have dozed off because suddenly it felt like she was drifting on a dream. The air was lethargic and warm and smelt faintly of the earth. There were glowing crystalline cave walls, and drips of floating light that she seemed to swim alongside. As one drifted by illuminating her sparkling green eyes, she realised they were glow-worms. She was delighted at seeing them so close and for that matter she had never in all her studies seen stones that glowed so vividly in these colours. She reached out a hand and trailed her fingers along the crystalline structures, mesmerised as their glow increased and warmed her delicate fingertips as she floated along deeper into the tunnel. It felt like she drifted for hours, but she never bored of her silent glowing companions or the subtly changing colours of the cave itself. The morning bird-calls woke her from her slumber, and she snuggled under the covers not wanting to wake up. She vaguely remembered what she now believed to be a dream, but what had felt so real at the time. She sighed contentedly, never having felt so rested in her life. Wriggling deeper into her blankets she bumped her arm onto something that hadn't been there the night before. Pulling it towards her it tinkled delicately like faraway bells. She sat up and pulled on the ties of the bag in her lap. Crystals as long as her hand spilled out and all she could do was blink and wonder if her dream hadn't been real all along...

Day 2:

Gnarled Incense Holder - She just started the apprenticeship at the temple of Death, and was suppose to wear this heavy incense and being poised and proper all the time, and the incense was suppose to be kept with bath hands in front of the body. All the apprentices were dressed from head to toe, and having dark gloves, it was crazy in the summer. Years passed, and people came and go but she was there, for some reason she was chosen for immortality and protector of the temple, the incense was still required as giving a lot of power. The worshipers and priestesses were becoming fewer and fewer with each year passing, and the surroundings just a forest without people, and with it monsters and spirits. When the last priestess died, she removed her crazy clothes, but left the dark gloves and opted for a more airy shawl, and did what she knew best, protecting the ruins, but keeping the incense with one hand and behind the back being easy to strike in one small motion.

This bow contains every song ever sung, every story ever written. The owner of this bow must protect it at all times. For whenever a song is needed, or a story must be told, the archer then pulls back an arrow, and fires it into the sky, in a glorious streak of light, like a shooting star, it finds where it must go, into the heart of those who need it most.