foxglove jamjar's magical adventure chapter six
February 13, 2026
dear reader,
i hope you enjoyed you love story last week!
this week is a short little diddy
salutations until next week
hues
chapter 6: in which we take a short break
foxglove jamjar was awakened by the feeling of snow falling on her face despite the fact that it was the middle of summer. the water had crystallized on her skin, freezing her to the ground below her, which cracked and stung as she forced her stiff muscles to pull her body up from the ground. she heard laughter coming from behind her and she turned to see whom it was coming from.
around a fire foxglove witnessed the tongue and libations giggling, eating something steaming from wooden bowls. the tongue and libations were wrapped snugly fur blankets, their spoons scraped against the bottom of the bowls. the firelight cast eerie shadows on their faces, emphasizing their otherworldly features.
“well, look who’s finally awake,” the tongue said dryly, not pausing in their eating. their voices sounded more hollow, each word echoing in her chest sending shivers down foxglove’s spine.
libations looked up, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “join us, foxglove. we’ve saved you some stew,” they said, gesturing to an untouched bowl resting on a nearby rock.
foxglove approached cautiously, the heat from the fire a welcome relief against her chilled skin. in her hand she gripped the chalice. she took a seat across from the two spirits, placing the chalice by her side. as she reached for the bowl, she noticed the contents: a thick, hearty stew, its aroma rich and enticing despite the peculiar circumstances.
she glanced at the tongue and libations, their expressions unreadable. “what is this?” she asked, her voice cracking from the cold and disuse.
“food, of course,” the tongue replied, smirking. “you must be hungry after your little nap.”
libations nodded in agreement. “eat up, foxglove. it’s rabbit stew. foxes love rabbits don’t they? you’ll need your strength for what’s to come.”
hesitant but driven by hunger, foxglove took a spoonful of the stew. the warmth spread through her body, revitalizing her. she felt her muscles relax, the icy stiffness melting away.
“why was it snowing?” foxglove asked between bites, still wary but grateful for the warmth. the stew was delicious.
“ah, that,” the tongue said, waving a hand dismissively. “just a little trick of libations. you’ll need to cool off before the next part of your journey.”
libations leaned in, their voice a whisper. “there’s more to this world than meets the eye, foxglove. you’re only just beginning to see.”
foxglove’s curiosity was piqued despite her wariness. “what do you mean?”
the tongue’s grin widened. “you’ll be meeting our younger siblings soon. white candle will be calling soon . for now, rest and regain your strength.”
foxglove finished the stew, feeling the last remnants of cold dissipate. she knew she couldn’t trust the tongue and libations entirely, but for now, their hospitality was a lifeline in the strange and unpredictable landscape she found herself in.
libations stood and gathered the empty bowls and pot and walked over to the reflective lake to wash them.
“isn’t she scared of the ferals?” foxglove asked, snuggling deeper into the furs that the spirits had provided.
“no,” the tongue said coldly, “they are afraid of her. libations is the most unpredictable of my siblings. she is gentle and loving with an incredible depth, but under the right conditions she is like a reckless and vicious storm. her venom can be all consuming, and break down anything in her path.”
“that’s a lovely compliment, brother,” libations giggled as she came up behind her older brother.
“only the best for you,” the tongue smiled softly, looking over their shoulder. libations grinned and took a seat next to him by the fire and the tongue turned his gaze up to the sky as she had conjured it.
“are you the most dangerous?” foxglove queried sleepily over the flames.
“oh no, “ libations said, looking over at the tired but bundled human girl, “that would be white candle. while flames may be chaotic, they are consistent, and very very powerful,” libations manifested some leaves into her hand, and tossed them onto the fire causing it to crackle and smoke, “nothing purges like fire.”