The Village
The square is small, doors on every side, each one leading somewhere real. The bulletin board holds what's worth knowing. Nothing here rushes you, and nothing closes early.
Alba's Cottage
She is always inside. The door is always ajar. She knew you were coming, and there's a chair already warm by the fire.
Go to Alba
The Library
The shared archive. Seasonal pieces, chants, and things worth keeping, added gradually as the year turns rather than all at once.
Step inside
Your Desk
Your corner. Private, quiet, yours. Your journal, your satchel, everything Alba has kept for you.
Go to your desk
The Agora
Ancient stone seating open to sky. Where Weavermere gathers for rituals, for Alba's talks, for the full moon, everyone in the same moment though every seat looks empty but yours.
Go down
The General Store
Just off the square. The step worn smooth at the entrance. It has exactly what you need, nothing more, nothing you don't.
Around the corner
