The western edge of Everdusk gives way suddenly to Accord’s ancient groves, where High Elven nobles sometimes venture for “wilding rites” (discreet trysts with Wilder kin). There is no eastern border to speak of; though the Silverflow River marks the boundary: crossing south leads to Fae’s Mischief, while northward lies Glimring.
Throughout the dark and winding woods, Lesser Fae — Pixies, Dryads, and Whisps — flit between ancient oaks, playing tricks or offering blessings in exchange for tributes and shiny things.