Auld lang syne
Who: Seed and Culgan.
Where: The courtyard.
What: Celebrating a new year.
When: Very early morning on the first day of the year.
The ale was imported from Higheast, the songs were the ones they had sang, huddled around a fire during a harsh campaigns or while spilling their drinks from silver goblets as they brandished them high at the Highland court... but it wasn't the same.
They had traveled to Vinay, to have kilts made for this occasion, to wear for the end of year celebrations. The fabric was perfect, so was the cut, but it wasn't the same.
Nothing was the same in the world since the fall of L'Renouille.
Nothing was the same here since...
"C'mon, let's go back", Seed drawled, finishing his tankard in one long gulp, setting it down on the bar a little roughly.
Where: The courtyard.
What: Celebrating a new year.
When: Very early morning on the first day of the year.
The ale was imported from Higheast, the songs were the ones they had sang, huddled around a fire during a harsh campaigns or while spilling their drinks from silver goblets as they brandished them high at the Highland court... but it wasn't the same.
They had traveled to Vinay, to have kilts made for this occasion, to wear for the end of year celebrations. The fabric was perfect, so was the cut, but it wasn't the same.
Nothing was the same in the world since the fall of L'Renouille.
Nothing was the same here since...
"C'mon, let's go back", Seed drawled, finishing his tankard in one long gulp, setting it down on the bar a little roughly.