I've got a tale brewing in the cauldron of my mind and if I tuck it away in corners like I normally do then maybe I'll never share it, so it's going to leak out here.
I make no promises about what is to unfold or how this may evolve, but this is a tale that is yet to be.
Imagine that I've laid out a thick cloth marked with circles within circles within lines like rays. I pull staves of apple wood with rune like symbols from a small pouch and cast them over the cloth.
They fall in patterns that slowly resolve into visions, glimpses of the future.
The future is malleable, we weave our thread across our little part of it, adding to the overall pattern. Often our choice of threads is limited, and it's hard to change the pattern entirely from halfway through a design. But sometimes we pick a thicker thread from those we're offered, one of a colour that will influence the final tapestry, with dye that bleeds over into the ones that touch it. And sometimes there are threads that change everything they touch, that shimmer and offer the chance for a new pattern entirely, if we only say yes to what is possible.
The visions in the apple staves tell of one such shining thread...