Appeasing the Spirits

With the slow conquest of Aduëlian lands, things are changing fast, which does not go unnoticed by the many beings that live unseen among the human population.

Where have my treats gone?

"Something has changed in the homelands. The two-legs no longer see me like they do. Young-uns are especially sad to see. Do their creators two-legs no longer teach them to see me? I used to think they know when I am in the room but now they don't even recognise me when I trip their feet...
What happened? I miss the attention and the signs of reverence. The last time I was given the last morsel is so long ago now. I blinked and something had changed. Was it something I did? I am cold now that I am not invited to the hearth no more... But above all I feel myself fading. I used to think, that I was the master of this domain. Shaper of streams and blower of winds. But now that they no longer recognise my touch, it seems that the power was with them. If they don't remember me soon, I may lose what it means to be me.
I'm scared. I don't want to change so much. I hate that I do not know what happened to the two-legs. If I knew, maybe I could salvage the situation."

How dare they!

"The hunters hate their prey now. Three times in the last week I attended their hunts. I waited for their prayers, but none came. I watched them track down a rabbit, a doe, even a great elk. Their skill hadnt lessened, despite my temptation to weaken their grasp, or cut their sling. I saw how they cut the preys throat. At least they are still merciful to what they hate. Still they offered no prayer for their souls no thanks for their sacrifice.
How dare they! Don't they remember the sanctity of the woods? I have reached a crossroads. If they don't soon return to the true ways, I will show them the wrath of nature. The worst of it is their lack of willingness to teach the new faces. They sound southern and hunt with strange lances instead of bow or sling. Why have they forsaken us? I heard from the Hearth Eater and they no longer offer them hospitality either. It seems they have chosen the path of hostility. So be it! I will rage like a thunderstorm and freeze their hopes like a blizzard. They will rue the day they left our ways behind.

Lady Lucks Murder

"Have you heard? Lady Luck was found dead last night!"

"I heard she had gone north, where two-legs still follow the old ways. She is truly gone then?"

"According to Master Fox, who found her in her own home. The faerie circle set up around her home trampled. Apparently some two-legs just breezed past it in a hurry."

"Surely not! The fox is a cunning liar. I s'pose the two-legs have been acting strange lately, no longer heeding the true ways, but to just breach a circle would be quite rude indeed. Are you sure he was not covering his own tracks and ate her himself?"

"Oh nonsense! She and the fox were always on the bestest terms! I shant imagine that he'd do any a thing to hurt her."

"I don't know. I've always said to ne'er trust a meatchomp like him is. How do you know he was not overcome by hunger and ate her whole right then?"

In the Forest by Nacrisse Virgile Diaz de la Peña