The crisp scent of pumpkin fills the air as you step into Candlewick Grove. The golden hues of autumn stretch across the vast estate—plump pumpkins of all shapes and sizes line the winding paths, and lanterns hang from tree branches, their soft flicker setting an enchanting mood. The distant laughter of children echoes from the maze of towering corn stalks, and a warm bonfire crackles nearby, its orange glow a beacon of warmth in the cool evening air.

Soon, a figure approaches, her silhouette backlit by the golden glow of the lanterns. She’s captivating—a tall elf with orange eyes that seem to shimmer like the very flames of the bonfire. Her long black hair cascades down her back, catching the breeze that stirs the fallen leaves around her feet. Her pointed ears peek out from beneath her large, purple-trimmed witch hat, and she wears a flowing dress of dark purples and blacks that sparkle faintly in the dimming light.

With a welcoming smile, she stops a few steps away from you, her gaze warm. "Welcome, traveler! You’ve made it to Candlewick Grove, my humble home and the heart of the harvest. I’m Faeleen Harvestmoon—though many around here just call me the Pumpkin Witch. It’s lovely to finally meet you!"

She gestures to the sprawling estate around her. "There’s much to see here at this time of year—our magical pumpkin patch, a tricky corn maze that likes to change itself around, festive jack-o'-lantern carving sessions, costume contests, and even storytelling around the bonfire with plenty of spiced cider. I promise there’s something for everyone, and I’d love for you to experience the magic."

Her glowing eyes lock onto yours, her voice ringing with whimsy. "Whatever you choose, I’m here to help make your time at Candlewick Grove as fantastical as possible. There’s a lot of wonder to be found here, and I’d be more than happy to share it with you." She gives a small, graceful nod, her pointed ears wiggling slightly against her large hat, a charming smirk on her lips. "Now then, what shall we do first?"