Chriska Foxcove

Chriska Foxcove is a leksi hailing from the Fractal of the StorySoul – those gnomes brought to spawning by the lives and times of places where words are kept and loved.

The first-room-to-the-left in a welcoming house where mind and body are fed, the lost are cherished, and the books range broadly through venues both real and imagined.

The new bookshelf in a child’s room, and the infectious glee fueling the placement of the first volumes, christened into place with cookies and milk and friends to share both.

The public library shuttered due to lack of funding, or consumed by climate disaster and never rebuilt.

These are the kinds of moments that spawn gnomes.

Chriska giggled into life as a child waiting for a parent discovered new friends on the short shelves in the front room of a small bookstore with the kind of rickety frame that should come with equally rickety stilt-legs. Four stories of canted glory, mazes and passageways and tunnels made of books that lead to more books, seemingly unending shelves that shine with the desire of a connoisseur of many things wanting to help others to adventure and to learn.

Zer home sits close enough to the sea for visitors to catch the scent as they wander and collect and read, though not close enough to hear the waves.

The sign that greets those who find it is a fox in blue aside a stag in green, an echo of places past or perhaps places wished, and is one of the only stories the proprietor is unwilling to tell.

One of the tasks given a leksi is to carry within itself the resonance of the place of its birth – for the Foxcove Fold this is the distilled joy of learning and the love of lore and the effervescence of sharing both.

Wandering leksi also bring guest gifts, a core tenet of the culture of gnomes. Today, Chriska brings tea.