Each of the winners would find themselves approached by a particularly active squirrel the evening after the end of the scavenger hunt, flagging them down and delivering an invitation.
The gathering would happen Saturday, midday, in the woods. When they reached the clearing, they'd find a rather large--four feet tall--squirrel with a tophat.
It was a strange, strange look, but anyone who'd attended any of the Twelve's events would be familiar. September of the Twelve was a very common sight at every single gathering.
"Welcome, winners!"
@Kait @Kada @Zora @Bloos
The gathering would happen Saturday, midday, in the woods. When they reached the clearing, they'd find a rather large--four feet tall--squirrel with a tophat.
It was a strange, strange look, but anyone who'd attended any of the Twelve's events would be familiar. September of the Twelve was a very common sight at every single gathering.
"Welcome, winners!"
@Kait @Kada @Zora @Bloos