For Didi
SOLAR 5/26 - 5/28 2007
Calanthia - year 607
A Memoir of Sorts
Scalding sunlight fell dappled upon the dry, pine straw strewn earth of Calanthia. As much as town might have longed for a breeze or even the brief respite of the odd wandering storm clouds which had begun to frequent the territory of late; the best that it seemed the denizens could hope for was shade offered by the boughs of the blooming trees scattered across town. Brightly colored banners boasting house colors from the various baronies of the land cover both the buildings and the people, setting out clear lines of loyalty just from the mere act of existing.
May had come, and (along with the predictable antics of the sylvan) with it had come festival. Merchants had traveled all over the lands of Terra to hock their goods to the good people of Calanthia. It is here that the discerning customer could find just about anything their heart desired so long as they knew who to ask. Booths had been set up outside the tavern boasting well made garments and tasty snacks, while elsewhere the pirate bar was doing a booming business: offering both shade and drink.
Lilanthria had arrived late to the gathering. Kept away from Calanthia for many months due to familial duty she had arrived a day and a half into the festival. Wandering through the grounds with one hand wrapping loosely around a strap of her havard sack which is slung across her back, the young elf is greeted by the sounds of laughter and battle from the tournament rings. Her gait pauses as she quirks her head to one side so that she might listen intently.
“Lil!” A familiar masculine voice calls from nearby. Turning, a slight smile has already begun to tug upwards on her lips. Lord Akari of Sahde had seen her through the crowd and moved to meet her.
“Lord Akari! How wonderful to see you. I trust you’ve been enjoying yourself so far?” The girl wonders cheerfully, freeing her hand so that she might wave a greeting to him.
“Yes… actually.” The swamp elf responds with a measure of pleasant surprise in his voice. “Aside from most of the druids dropping colors it’s been enjoyable.” Surprised by this bit of news, the elf maiden’s eyebrows shoot upward in surprise.
“…The Druids..? You mean…all of them?”
Calanthia - year 607
A Memoir of Sorts
Scalding sunlight fell dappled upon the dry, pine straw strewn earth of Calanthia. As much as town might have longed for a breeze or even the brief respite of the odd wandering storm clouds which had begun to frequent the territory of late; the best that it seemed the denizens could hope for was shade offered by the boughs of the blooming trees scattered across town. Brightly colored banners boasting house colors from the various baronies of the land cover both the buildings and the people, setting out clear lines of loyalty just from the mere act of existing.
May had come, and (along with the predictable antics of the sylvan) with it had come festival. Merchants had traveled all over the lands of Terra to hock their goods to the good people of Calanthia. It is here that the discerning customer could find just about anything their heart desired so long as they knew who to ask. Booths had been set up outside the tavern boasting well made garments and tasty snacks, while elsewhere the pirate bar was doing a booming business: offering both shade and drink.
Lilanthria had arrived late to the gathering. Kept away from Calanthia for many months due to familial duty she had arrived a day and a half into the festival. Wandering through the grounds with one hand wrapping loosely around a strap of her havard sack which is slung across her back, the young elf is greeted by the sounds of laughter and battle from the tournament rings. Her gait pauses as she quirks her head to one side so that she might listen intently.
“Lil!” A familiar masculine voice calls from nearby. Turning, a slight smile has already begun to tug upwards on her lips. Lord Akari of Sahde had seen her through the crowd and moved to meet her.
“Lord Akari! How wonderful to see you. I trust you’ve been enjoying yourself so far?” The girl wonders cheerfully, freeing her hand so that she might wave a greeting to him.
“Yes… actually.” The swamp elf responds with a measure of pleasant surprise in his voice. “Aside from most of the druids dropping colors it’s been enjoyable.” Surprised by this bit of news, the elf maiden’s eyebrows shoot upward in surprise.
“…The Druids..? You mean…all of them?”