Tweechik is stitched together with freaks and misfits, each carrying the weight of their own story. But most of them would call themselves human, begrudgingly or otherwise, and part of something like a family.
When an Elven half-orc searching for his centuries-missing brother is shot on their borders, all who call the town home do their best to hear out his story.
I promised ya’ll a crazy story, right? Well here you have it. A complete multichapter on “my favourite elf turns up in Tweechik”. I don’t pretend this work is relatable, or even that coherent plot wise. It’s a lot of character study centered around a specific mysterious plot that fits into a greater whole that I just sort of point blank refuse to address here.
But I also think it’s a good story, and good character study, and you know, I’m proud of that.
So if you give it a read and like it, let me know <3 all my thanks to Mary Oliver’s wonderful poem.