So you, like me, have come for the facts! Where is Pervinca? Where did it come from? When and why? Well, I'm sorry to say that there are no facts here, just stories that someone heard from some unreliable source or some author who wrote a very thick book full of dates and names, only for a neighbor to later reveal that the writer was not trustworthy and the book was the result of his grievances with a sorcerer's tower that blocked the beautiful view and devalued the properties on the street. But no one will leave here empty-handed, so I'll present you with a few bits of my favorite explanations about the small town.
If you go to the town's antique shop, Miss Olivia's Oddities, and consult a certain book by a certain Pelinore Devoluto, you'll read the following:
"A long time ago, in the early days of Pervinca, there was a tall, shabby tower. Built without the necessary permits from the town hall, the tower was born old, ugly and damp. It only had one entrance, which was hidden among its green slate stones. The tower, as you can imagine, also lacked the approval of the city's fire department."
Yes, Pelinore was the poor bitter neighbor. But if you ask the ghost in the book to tell you the story, maybe we'll have a little more impartiality:
"Once upon a time there was a beautiful little town by the river called Pervinca. It is not known exactly who founded it. The story goes in the neighboring town, the terrible Alberta, that one morning the people on the border woke up and discovered that close by there was now a mysterious forest, a river that no one knew where it came from and a dreadful town full of dreadful people. We know, however, that Albertians are notorious liars and begrudgers: Pervinca was splendid from the beginning."
Or maybe not. But all is not lost, because I have a source in the town hall who told me a little about Pervinca's inauguration ceremony:
"Election after election, all mayors are fools! Right from the start, which leads me to believe that it's a mandatory requirement. Before the first town hall and the first fool, Pervinca already existed and had a river and a forest and everything else, but it was two sisters, Abigail and Karina, who came first. I don't know where they came from and I don't know much about Karina, but Abigail was an old lady with eccentric ideas and she created the forest, the creatures, the river and Pervinca. And then a mayor came along and decided to inaugurate the city! Inaugurate what? The town was already old!
But he arranged the ceremony, set up a stage with a noisy band, hung out a big red ribbon with Pervinca written on it in gold and all that, and just as he was about to cut it? A moss-colored hare grabbed the cloth and ran off across the bridge into the forest! The mayor stood there dumbfounded, scissors in hand. It was a great embarrassment for the man, but a great story for the locals.
So, the symbol of the city became the mossy hare stealing the ribbon and I find it quite poetic in a way. It certainly says something about Pervinca.
And the event had Abigail's finger in it, I believe."
And that's what my source, who is a person of the highest confidence, told me.
In addition, some of the Pervinca characteristics I noticed are the excellent bread from the Cotton Tree Bakery, everything in the antique store is at least moderately haunted, the streets are crooked and the numbering of the houses doesn't make sense, you shouldn't play hide and seek with salamanders because they bite your shin when they find you, the crystals in Mr. Arthur's store are pure scam, the sorcerer's tower is still there, disturbing the view and you can buy tea at the video store, but it's not recommended.
Hi there! My name is Loreny and I am a textile artist, writer and illustrator. I have a degree in Graphic Design, but my passion has always been the creation of characters and universes mixing fantasy and everyday events. I'm from Minas Gerais, Brazil and live in Frei Inocêncio, a small town in the countryside. Moving here was the event that helped shape Pervinca. Just like Pervinca, the town where I live also follows its own logic and rhythms and is full of peculiar and funny people and curious stories. There's even a forest nearby that's said to be haunted, but I'd rather not investigate.
Ever since I was little, I've been surrounded by fabrics and art. My grandma was a painter and made patchwork quilts. I learned my first stitches from her. Today, I use the techniques I first had contact with my grandma, plus everything I've learned over these almost ten years as an artist, to bring the locals and creatures of Pervinca to life and share their stories with other people who would also like a little bit of fantasy to wonder and dream about in the middle of the day.
You can check out the store to take a little piece of Pervinca home and the stories page to find out what's going on in the town.
