After you are offered the job of a caravanner for the town, you are given one week to choose whether or not to accept. It is customary to do this. It is not customary to refuse. Bingo Challenge: Commitment.

Every story leaves its mark. As the man who rid the world of miasma, Thomas has many. But swift and unrelenting, time has already started to sweep away the world caravanners knew, and it has become quite difficult to explain this to the generation that was not born under the shadow of the crystal.

An interaction between the Lueda and Tipa selkies, and the yukes from Shella. Contemplation and chaos abound, just what is in that strange liquid anyways? Contains mild to no language and drunkenness, rated for safety.

Or, why Tag and Kronan really, really hate the Fields of Fum caravan. Happy Birthday to The Trinity Tree!

Elinor hates the fact that Layla got there first. Features characters from the Caravan of Tipa RP. Belated birthday present for SasukeBlade! Elinor X Alain

They were just two travellers in a foreign land.

"If I HAD 15,000 gil, do you really think I'd still be out here every year hanging around with you guys?" - Kronan doesn't particularly want to pay his mother's doctor's bill.

Christmas present for NotMeagain! Adamanta has finally turned of age to leave Shella, and has decided to travel to Leuda to visit Nor Lit. Her plans are distrupted, however, when she finds that the ferryman has closed for something called 'the holidays'.

Princess Fiona loses her temper with the Leuda duo, with comical results. Secret Santa fic for Angelic Sword!

- preferably in a monster, not each other, guys. The members of Marr's Pass caravan have some things to talk out before they can become the caravan everyone knows. Secret Santa gift for The Trinity Tree.

When the Belstone caravan are told their disgraceful behaviour will not be tolerated any longer, they deal with the warning the only way they know how... by behaving disgracefully. But every cloud has a silver lining, right? Oneshot.

The caravan comes home for the year on Hallow's Eve. Hijinks abound in the midst of comedy, confrontation, comfort, costumes, and confusion.

Of all the people he had ever met only four came to see him hang: one in duty, one in justice, one in pleasure, and one in pain.

The loves of David's life, his whole life. Clavat x Selkie, Clavat x Clavat, Clavat x Sword? Based on ladycordelia17's caravan in The Great Revival.

The Lady of Dreams, Dreamweaver, Mio, was the last of the gods to fade. Companion to Ashes to Ashes.

He was a boy, once, before he was a god. Raem-centric in the weirdest way possible, through the memories of things he can no longer have.

A prophetess with a plan to free her world, even if she will never see it completed. A mercenary with nothing better to do. A survivor who knows the harsh lands they must travel. And last but not least, the poet who recorded it all.

Surdather didn't plan on caring for his comrades, didn't plan on needing them, but over the course of a decade something changed. He grew to love them. In the end, that only made it harder.

Where do we all come from? An innocent child's question leads to a promising legend. Where the mushrooms tower over our heads, and the children play. But when adventurous dream turns into a nightmare of loss, there is one waiting to comfort.. (Complete)

Claire is a young Clavatian girl who hoped to travel in the caravan, following in her brother's footsteps. Instead of traveling in a caravan, she ends up with a band of traveling Selkies. What greater destiny lies ahead for her? SelkiexClavat

One shot. He thought it was an innocent enough question.

This is the sequel to my fic Untouchable. Ter Van's life is the life of a caravanner, everchanging and everchallenging. Can he hold on to the love of his life, a Yukish girl, through every trial that awaits him?

Ralthia knows her life is typical of a Yuke: somber and devoid of physical attractiveness. Yet she breaks her tribe's stereotype and longs for a Selkie boy she can never have. What will become of her and her dreams in a world driven by appearances?

Holiday fic, based on a forum prompt. Tradition goes that the Wonderworker brings gifts to the children who ask, and his visit is highly anticipated by the children of Tipa every year. Except by one who knows the truth. And it is better that way.

One afternoon, trainee barkeeper Cirrustralyx meets a very odd Selkie with an even odder talent for music. Together with a restless waitress and a blackmith's apprentice, they form Gambler's Faith, FF:CC's first rock band, for a tour of epic proportions.