<cues up Rod Serling>
Imagine if you will, a world in which two fates collide at a much earlier period of time. Where mischievousness meets gallantry, where sociability meets reticence, and the fate of the world hangs in the balance, wholly contingent on the ability of two forces of nature coming together in–if not harmony–then strategic alliance, a union whereby….
“Shor’s bones, will you PLEASE watch where you aim that thing. I won’t spend another day picking mountain flowers just because you torched the entire supply!!!”
Elspeth Sigeweald and Trygve Wartooth, as wee kiddos. Gloriously drawn by Memai.