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Pythia walks the lane at golden hour with her lantern and her book, two Bengal cats at her side, an owl overhead and a small red dragon behind
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Weather Fablesfor iPhone and iPad

The weather, told as a fable.

Every morning a character steps out of the book with your real forecast: one hand-lettered line, in a voice that belongs to nobody else.

Meet the Companions Coming soon to the App Store

Free to download. Pythia tells your weather for free, always. From the developer of Lumen Grimoire.

Sixteen Companions

The sky sends whoever has it that morning — or you pick one, and the whole book follows that voice. Pythia is always there, and free.

PythiaPythiafree, always
Nemesi and AdeNemesi and Adeby the fire
AresAresthunder
KronosKronosstorms
DynaDynacold snaps
VikisVikissnow
TimisTimisclear nights
The AlchemistThe Alchemistsun and showers
The Frost OwlThe Frost Owlfrost
The Storm CrowThe Storm Crowgales
The Sleeping WalrusThe Sleeping Walrusrain
The Lantern StagThe Lantern Stagfog
The Crimson DragonThe Crimson Dragonheat
The Sky DragonThe Sky Dragonwild skies
The Dreaming WhaleThe Dreaming Whalestill nights
SkullySkullywarnings, free
always with you · free

Pythia, who keeps the book

Pythia, on a rainy morning Rain on the library window, the book open on the sill, Ade on the book. Today is spent here.
Pythia turns a page of the book by lantern light, with Ade stretched out on the table beside her

The cats of the house

Some of the Companions are family. Their stories come out a line at a time, all year, and no line comes back for a year.

Nemesi and Ade by the fire, one curled in a basket beside Piggy, the pink plush pig, the other sitting tall beside her
by the fire

Nemesi and Ade

Nemesi and Ade, on a rainy day Rain on the window and a fire in the grate. Nemesi has the warm end by right.

Their sons, Ares and Kronos

Ares at a window on a stormy night, lightning over the tower outside

Ares

thunder
Ares, before a storm Hot and still now, the storm dressing. It comes after lunch; my father Ade is already hidden.
Kronos in his storm-blue cloak on his rock by the lighthouse, the wind in the grass

Kronos

storms
Kronos, on a windy day Strong on the coast, quieter inland. Take the low road. Ares argued for the high one.

And the rest of the house

Dyna wrapped in her starry blanket at a frosted window, a candle beside her

Dyna

cold snaps
Dyna, on a frosty morning I scraped a peephole in the frost ferns and looked out with loathing. Scarf, at least.
Vikis in his green scarf in the snow, his junior inspector the stoat beside him

Vikis

snow
Vikis, on a snowy day Snow by four. I have checked twice. Wear the proper boots.
Timis on his cushion under a clear night sky and a crescent moon

Timis

clear nights
Timis, on a clear night The stars come out slowly. Ten quiet minutes for you, and then I begin on the pillow.
Skully rings the warning bell on the watchtower as lightning crosses the bay, his tortoise on the step beside him
warnings · free for everyone

Skully rings the bell

Skully, when the bell goes When I ring the bell up at the tower the whole village looks up, and he does not. He has heard it before. He has heard all of them before.
Pythia reads under the old apple tree with the Sleeping Walrus, the Frost Owl and the Crimson Dragon gathered round

Sixteen fables, a line a day, all year

Gales bring the Storm Crow, rain brings the Sleeping Walrus, and Skully comes only with a warning. They are all connected, and every one of them is keeping something back.

The whole of it is in the book.

A real weather app underneath

Apple Weather data, ten days ahead, hour by hour, for as many places as you like. Widgets for your Home and Lock Screens, and every official warning, word for word and always free.

Today’s weather in Pythia’s voice Nemesi and Ade’s page The ten days ahead The Lore No ads, no account
the Lore

Old sayings, put to the test

One old weather saying every day, tested against your own sky: kept, or broken.

“Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight.” English · 1500s

The Victorian collectors knew why it works: the red comes from dry dust in the air to the west, and what stands to the west is what arrives tomorrow.

The sayings are drawn from the English weather tradition as recorded by Victorian collectors; the explanations, the selection and the scoring are our own.

A red sky at dusk over a field gate and a lane

Quiet by design

No ads. No account. No sign-in, ever.

Nothing sold, nothing linked to you.

Your place goes to Apple for the forecast, and no further.

At most three notes a day. Official warnings always come through, and are always free.

Pythia is keeping a page for you.

Weather Fables comes to the App Store soon: free, for iPhone and iPad.

Coming soon to the App Store