- Ribbons at the Confluence
- Tied Without Asking
- Untangle the Fair
The Knotting Fair
This year Aurora Soldori was asked to help hand out the ribbons. She only wanted everyone to have someone. Now ribbons are tying themselves to strangers all over the fair, and the knots will not come loose.
The people bound together are not angry, exactly. They are confused, a little charmed and growing more uneasy by the hour. You can help Aurora find the right ribbon for every wrong knot, learn which tangled pairs were never wrong at all, and keep the town from noticing just how strange its kind young helper really is.
She drifts through the noise of Three Rivers like a soft song nobody remembers choosing to follow. At festivals, taverns, docks, and drawing rooms, her presence turns heads before she understands why, drawing attention with a warmth that feels harmless until people start giving away more than they meant to. Her smile opens doors, her questions loosen tongues, and her uncertainty can bend a room more effectively than command.
Raised in luxury and surrounded by secrets, she has learned that admiration is both comfort and currency. She wants to be useful, cherished, and trusted, especially by the sister whose approval matters more than any noble compliment. Yet beneath her gentleness, something strange stirs when emotions run high. Attention clings to her too easily, affection gathers too quickly, and danger has a way of making her presence feel almost enchanted.
In the sticky chaos of a festival contest gone suspiciously wrong, her innocence becomes difficult to separate from influence. Whether she is helping, meddling, or accidentally tilting the odds, the trouble around her is never simple. In a city where gold flows and secrets collect interest, even sweetness can leave fingerprints.
- Enchanted Innocence
- Unseen Power
- Dangerous Naivete
- River Wealth
- Whispered Deals
- Hidden Power
Three Rivers is a great walled city on a long peninsula where three waterways meet: thousands of stone and half-timbered houses under grey slate and terracotta tile, a grid of streets and squares, and round-towered walls along both banks. Arched stone bridges carry the city across to suburbs on the forest bank and the farmland bank, and quays crowded with barges and small ships line both rivers out to a harbor at the western point. A castle keep, a cathedral spire and a copper-green guild hall roof rise above it all. Merchants, lenders, guards, bargemen and every sort of artisan live here.
Where three waterways meet, wealth gathers fast and learns to wear perfume. Barges crowd the docks, bridges knit the districts together, and market streets ring with the calls of merchants, artisans, lenders, guards, and charming liars with excellent posture. The air carries river mist, roasted grain, ink, wax seals, damp stone, expensive spice, and the faint metallic scent of coin changing hands too often to stay clean.
Prosperity gives the city its shine, but influence gives it teeth. Grand halls rise above busy streets, their polished doors opening for those with the right name, right purse, or right secret tucked safely behind the smile. Beneath the public bargains and respectable ledgers, quieter deals move through backrooms, side alleys, and candlelit rooms where silence is not free — just very professionally priced.
This is a place where opportunity feels close enough to touch and dangerous enough to bite back. A strange little mystery can vanish into the trade flow before supper, a glowing oddity can become someone’s investment, and every rumor has at least three buyers before it reaches the river. Fortune lives here, but she flirts like a thief and leaves fingerprints on the throat.