Day 2
Guild: Double D’s’

I mend the cracked crystal tea pot - how did I mend it? It is all a blur!

I heard noises in the hedge, and the squeaking of a mouse.

Did not know if they were friend or foe. So I hurried out of the labyrinth…

I see a house in the distance ….

A sweet gingerbread house. I think it’s made of cakes and candy.

A sweet old lady invites me in for tea. She has the most beautiful teapot.  I am skeptical,  i am little hungry so I agree. 

I  step into the little gingerbread house, still brushing scone crumbs from my fingers, and the sweet old lady ushers me to a sunny table laid with shortbread and jam.
On the tray sits the most charming teapot I’ve ever seen: delicate sky-blue porcelain painted with a plump, cheerful chicken wearing a tiny straw hat. Its wings are tucked politely, its beak curved in a friendly smile, and little pink roses twine around its feet. When she tilts it, the spout gives a soft, happy cluck.
“This,” she says proudly, “is the Teapot of Gentle Mending—the gentler twin of the one you just fixed.”
She explains in her soft, grandmotherly voice:
“When you poured your storm-light into the cracked crystal heart back in the Labyrinth, a single drop of that kindness overflowed and found its way here. I caught it in this pot. Every time someone shares tea from Little Hen (that’s her name), the Labyrinth grows a new flower, the paths straighten a little, and the shadows shrink back.
Your courage made her. She’s proof the Labyrinth believes in you.”
She pours you a cup. The tea smells like warm rain on summer pavement and tastes faintly of blueberries and hope.
From behind the cookie-jar comes an eager squeak—the same Tame Mouse, now wearing a tiny napkin cape like a superhero. It hops onto the table, bows to Little Hen the teapot, then bows to you.
The old lady winks. “Whenever you’re tired or doubtful, come have tea with us. Little Hen will always have a cup ready for the Keeper who mended the world with a storm and a scone.”
Outside the window, the Labyrinth hedges rustle—not in warning, but in applause.

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Tara 🇺🇸 031cde

Jour 2 Guilde To the Manor Born
J’ai été faire une promenade au parc et j’ai rencontré une veille dame elle m’a invité dans sa maison en pain d’épices pour boire du bon vin dans un Cor et manger du bon pain d’épices. Passionné depuis son enfance, elle aime inventer des recettes originales et uniques pour le plaisir des papilles.

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Guild Quest Day 2, Gingerbread House
Guild: Double D's

John's Tale – The Salt Road
After the Aztec Charm flared hot in his fist and the cursed Corsair shrieked its last (banished into the shadows between the hedges), the Labyrinth itself seemed to exhale. The twisting corridors unknotted like rope let go by tired hands. A single straight path of black sand opened ahead, lit by drifting motes of violet light.

The Tame Mouse appeared on a low wall, napkin-cape fluttering like a battle standard. It saluted once, then scampered ahead, tail glowing amethyst. John followed without question. Every few paces the mouse scattered a pinch of glittering purple grains from its tiny paws. Where the grains fell, night-blooming jasmine sprang up instantly, marking the safe road home.

Ten minutes later the jasmine path ended at the candy-bright door of the gingerbread house.

Inside, the sweet old lady greeted him with a quiet nod of respect rather than surprise. “The one who faced the Corsair,” she said, as if she'd been expecting him for years. She set out strong tea (smoky with a hint of cedar) and a plate of dark-chocolate cookies dusted with sea salt.

She spoke softly of the battle he'd just won, then excused herself: “I must check the oven. Little Hen gets fussy if her scones burn.”

The moment she left, John's gaze fell on a small leather satchel resting against the leg of the rocking chair. It glowed faintly violet, the same color as the path outside. When he lifted the flap, a cascade of coarse, sparkling purple salt poured into his palm (warm, alive, humming with power).

The mouse, perched on the table licking chocolate from its whiskers, squeaked once: translation clear as day.

**“Labyrinth's Heart-Salt,” it explained. "One pinch mends what's broken. Two pinches banish what should not be. Three pinches call the storm home when the Keeper needs it most."

John closed his fist around a handful. The grains pulsed like a second heartbeat.

He tucked the satchel inside his jacket, right over his own heart. The Aztec Charm in his pocket thrummed in recognition, two guardian tools now bound to the same purpose.

When the old lady returned with a tray of fresh scones, she only smiled at the empty place where the satchel had been.

“Take good care of it, guardian,” she said. “The Labyrinth is safe tonight because of you, but nights are long, and storms sometimes forget their way home.”

John lifted his teacup in salute. “Then I'll leave a trail of salt and jasmine until Tara Storm never has to walk alone again.”

Outside, the sugar-paned window, the hedges bowed low, as if the entire maze had just found its shield-bearer at last.