@SilverSerpentine:I followed him after the mushroom post as a joke, and I have not looked away since.
@Osterfuchs4ever:Almost there. #HeraldsChallenge #NewEraOfJoy #ThisIsMyTitle
@IridescentImpling:Vixen is already at the finish line. THE TITLE HAS A WINNER.
@FaerieDailyNews:I have covered so many Oberon-organized events. This is the most commanding performance I have ever seen.
@enchanted_lurker:Osterfuchs nation, we won. We actually won.
@OberonsBiggestFan:Well run, Barnaby. Well run, inexplicable orc. The fox wins.
@BrokOptimizes:Flat. Smooth. The right height. Does the job without drawing attention to itself.
@DustSprite:he is posting about a ROCK.
@MushroomMerchant:Mushroom review. Fish feedback. Rock reference. This account is a journey.
@CrimsonAntler:Vixen is at thefinish line, and this orc is somewhere on the course composing character references for geological formations.
@sylviaofthemeadow:I don’t know what any of his posts mean. I have followed this account for five miles, and I am going to follow it for the rest of my life.
@springseason_fan:Whatever the Title decides, this orc is the winner in my heart.
@HollowOakHag:Something is happening with the Joy Coefficient readings. I can’t explain it. Something is very wrong or very right.
@HeraldsChallengeOfficial:The Title has declared its choice.
@IridescentImpling:Congratulations to Osterfuchs, the most deserving—
@IridescentImpling:Wait.
@FaerieDailyNews:What?
@OberonsBiggestFan:What do you mean, the orc?
@DustSprite:THE ORC??
@TulipFaerie:He was last. He posted four photos of things that cannot move and one photo of a fish he criticized.
@sylviaofthemeadow:I knew. I don’t know how I knew, but I knew.
@HollowOakHag:I told you something was happeningwith the readings. I told you.
@SilverSerpentine:I followed him as a joke. I followed him as a joke.
@deepwoodsdad:Why did a mushroom win the Herald’s Challenge?
18
The Easter Orc
Hazel
Nana didn’t have a great history with men. This was something I’d always known. But one night, over a shared bottle of wine and more chocolates than she’d usually accept, she gave me one piece of advice.
“The only man you’ll ever need will move the world itself for you. That’s the one you have to find.”
She’d been trying to help me with it for years, bless her heart. Countless blind dates, introductions, strategic seating arrangements at charity dinners. It all culminated with Ignatius Gray. But in the end, I’d done fine on my own. Because my very own orc warrior had just won a magical competition against the Easter Bunny. For me.Becauseof me.
