From InBrightestDay on November 21, 2025
Leaffall
I've read several of your "Land" stories, and it is interesting to ponder if this takes place in the same setting. I didn't quite get that vibe, in spite of the heavy emphasis on dealings with fae, but I could be wrong. It does do a really nice job of suggesting a wider world and history outside the story, but not going so far that you feel like there was another chapter you were supposed to read
I also loved the way things are established here, piece by piece. It kept me asking questions, and the answers were a really cool slow reveal. At first, I was extremely alarmed by the "youth" being dragged in attached to a rope, thinking "Uh-oh, is Darri a slave trader or something?" Which rapidly led to greater concern when Angaine turned out to be chained to her workstation, which led eventually to the reveal that Angaine isn't his slave, and in fact Darri is the only human who's nice to her.
I also found myself curious about the "sky ore" concept. My first thought was that it was a reference to iron harvested from iron meteorites, but the references to it throughout the story seem to indicate it's pretty common, and in the first mention Angaine describes her captors having mixed iron with the sky ore, so maybe it's actually something else.
Aside from the story taking place on a sort of equivalent holiday (a fall festival), the story also has an appropriately dark tone. I remember that the exact moment the Cailleach Mhara offered Darri a "trade"...
“Oh, I think we can find something,” the ancient fae said. She smiled, and it was the same shark’s grin as the fae youth had. “You’ll barely even miss it, I think.”
"...Your SOOOOOOUUUUUL!!!"
Except, uh, actually yes, that is what it is. If there is one lesson to be taken from this story, it's that if a fantasy creature offers to trade you for something, and says you won't miss it, they mean your soul.
For the record, it was either going to be that joke or bursting into "Poor Unfortunate Souls". It was a coinflip really.
Joking aside, the dark tone carries through, and the story ultimately plays out as a somewhat different version of the tragedy I'd anticipated. As soon as the trade was mentioned, I figured Darri would sacrifice his soul for Angaine, and then something bad would happen to her. I'd assumed it would have something to do with him losing all of the things that made her think relatively fondly of him, and that might have happened given enough time, but instead she's killed after getting well away from the town, since the sea fae's response to Darri being taken to be sacrificed was the magical equivalent of a strategic nuke, and she was clear of the village, but not clear enough. His choice still results in her death, just in a somewhat more indirect manner. Still, while the sea fae didn't exactly ingratiate themselves to the reader, no one deserves to die out from slow poisoning, and at least Darri's sacrifice ensured that an entire species wasn't about to die out.
All in all, a suitably grim, moody piece for the creepiest season of the year, and one that showcases your talents for really engaging the reader!
First of all, wow! Thank you!
Leaffall is set in a quasi-Celtic ‘verse, only because I have a serious fae problem, and I’m embracing that. Fae, elves, whatever, bring ‘em on! I decided against using more traditional Irish lore because I’m pretty sure I’ll wind up on some list somewhere if I keep abusing the Irish, and I want to be able to go back to Dublin…
It’s a Halloween story so someone had to die, and I didn’t want it to be overly obvious who was going to be the victim. I’m glad that part worked! And while Angaine was a relatively non-villainous character, there’s no hard and fast rule in life that being mostly decent will save you. Not that Wavesinger was particularly awful, either. If I had to pick a villain, it would most likely be the Cailleach Mhara, who knew what she was doing to Darri, and did it anyway. While she did promise him sanctuary among the sea fae, she made it clear he’d always be an outsider among fae and human alike.
Sky ore was just me playing around with the notion of something other than the usual “fae can’t tolerate cold iron” trope. That, and my Elderspawn had been discussing the way Vikings learned to forge iron into carbonized steel using bones during the forging process, along with the technique of pattern welding to blend iron and steel. (The things that stick in my brain are legion.)
In any event, I’m glad I was able to entertain you! After all, that’s why we all write!