When winter comes, this year, the cold does not.
Kin gather in a familiar field to find that it is changed. Perhaps it was the strange events of last Winter Market, or perhaps it's merely that their world each year is different: more magical, less orderly, chaos introduced into the rules they've come to expect. Whatever it is, this year they find their Winter Market location balmy and near tropical. The waves that lash against the shore not too far away are an azure blue, the vibrant color of a tropical sea, a place where fish would delight. The sun above beats down heavy and hot but somehow not oppressive.
It's hot, but it's a plesent heat. The breeze cuts through and tousles fur, the water is cool and refreshing. This year seems like it's going to be a good one.
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The winter market is happening again, and this year the world has turned tropical, a winter market in summer! Once again the usual kin selling wares, or running games, offering pebbles or taking them from the visitors who move through the clearing each day are infected by the energy of this warm setting, often turning booths cheery and light-hearted, in a summer theme. This year's smorgasbord of activity, friends greeting friends, raucous laughter, sometimes take on four-legged shapes, or two, or wings, identities blurred or confused or completely changed....
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