Cylus 1, Arc 721
“Did you know that it’s already been an arc?” Devin asked his friend Aidan who had come to live with him on Faldrass in an unusually thoughtful tone of voice. The two young men were standing in the Green Room that was, as the name implied, very green and looking at the garden that was cast in twilight and covered with a tiny bit of snow here and there. Other parts of Scalvoris were covered in a thick white blanket, but here, the orange sand caused most of the snow to melt again. “Exactly an arc ago, Saoire made me a Baron – well, one of three Barons. And I only wanted Alyssia to have the job!” he added and shook his head, his tone of voice momentarily tinged with amusement.
An arc ago, Devin had been a young doctor and student who hadn’t known anything about his divine origins. He had dreamt of being a noble and living in a palace – the manor came pretty close to that in his opinion – but he hadn’t known if his dreams would ever come true. Actually being a noble and living in such an amazing house had turned out to be different from what he had imagined it to be. It had been a challenge at times – and it had been absolutely awesome. He had never been so happy in his entire life!
“An arc ago, I was here, on this very island. We were remembering the eruption of Faldrass and the late Baron, and I learned about his last will”, he continued before he turned to Aidan abruptly and told him in a firm tone of voice, “We should have our own bonfire to-trial, our own celebration during which we think about what has happened over the course of the last arc – and how far the Barony has already come. With pirates and dragons, or at least one pirate and one dragon”, he added with a small smile in order to lighten the mood – and because it seemed as if pirates and dragons were becoming a trend.
Trends were something that you needed to pay attention to!
“We’ll need food and drinks”, Aidan who had been quietly listening so far pointed out and added, “It’s a wonderful idea in my opinion. Some of our employees won’t have the opportunity to celebrate somewhere else. I’ll definitely be there”, he told Devin.
“I’ll talk to Mrs. Adams”, Devin decided – Mrs. Adams was the head cook of Smooglenuff Manor. “We’ll also need wood for the bonfire, of course, and blankets, in case people are cold. I’ll let people know about the celebration, and I’ll also put a poster into the entrance hall. I think I’ll finally make that noticeboard a permanent fixture”, he added.
A little while ago, Devin had posted an announcement about sword fighting lessons for the employees of Smooglenuff Manor in the entrance hall. A permanent noticeboard would make it much easier to organize things and notify people of events, what kind of food Mrs. Adams had made this time – and even threats, although he hoped the latter would never ever be the case. Devin disliked bandits, monsters and natural disasters!
“Are you coming with me?” the Mortalborn who suddenly didn’t feel thoughtful at all anymore, but overwhelmingly excited and energetic, asked his friend.
There were a lot of preparations that needed to be taken care of before the evening. He also needed to take care of his outfit and makeup. He’d decided to wear a pirate and dragon inspired outfit, a tasteful one of course, because this was an important festival and not some sort of comedy show!
“Did you know that it’s already been an arc?” Devin asked his friend Aidan who had come to live with him on Faldrass in an unusually thoughtful tone of voice. The two young men were standing in the Green Room that was, as the name implied, very green and looking at the garden that was cast in twilight and covered with a tiny bit of snow here and there. Other parts of Scalvoris were covered in a thick white blanket, but here, the orange sand caused most of the snow to melt again. “Exactly an arc ago, Saoire made me a Baron – well, one of three Barons. And I only wanted Alyssia to have the job!” he added and shook his head, his tone of voice momentarily tinged with amusement.
An arc ago, Devin had been a young doctor and student who hadn’t known anything about his divine origins. He had dreamt of being a noble and living in a palace – the manor came pretty close to that in his opinion – but he hadn’t known if his dreams would ever come true. Actually being a noble and living in such an amazing house had turned out to be different from what he had imagined it to be. It had been a challenge at times – and it had been absolutely awesome. He had never been so happy in his entire life!
“An arc ago, I was here, on this very island. We were remembering the eruption of Faldrass and the late Baron, and I learned about his last will”, he continued before he turned to Aidan abruptly and told him in a firm tone of voice, “We should have our own bonfire to-trial, our own celebration during which we think about what has happened over the course of the last arc – and how far the Barony has already come. With pirates and dragons, or at least one pirate and one dragon”, he added with a small smile in order to lighten the mood – and because it seemed as if pirates and dragons were becoming a trend.
Trends were something that you needed to pay attention to!
“We’ll need food and drinks”, Aidan who had been quietly listening so far pointed out and added, “It’s a wonderful idea in my opinion. Some of our employees won’t have the opportunity to celebrate somewhere else. I’ll definitely be there”, he told Devin.
“I’ll talk to Mrs. Adams”, Devin decided – Mrs. Adams was the head cook of Smooglenuff Manor. “We’ll also need wood for the bonfire, of course, and blankets, in case people are cold. I’ll let people know about the celebration, and I’ll also put a poster into the entrance hall. I think I’ll finally make that noticeboard a permanent fixture”, he added.
A little while ago, Devin had posted an announcement about sword fighting lessons for the employees of Smooglenuff Manor in the entrance hall. A permanent noticeboard would make it much easier to organize things and notify people of events, what kind of food Mrs. Adams had made this time – and even threats, although he hoped the latter would never ever be the case. Devin disliked bandits, monsters and natural disasters!
“Are you coming with me?” the Mortalborn who suddenly didn’t feel thoughtful at all anymore, but overwhelmingly excited and energetic, asked his friend.
There were a lot of preparations that needed to be taken care of before the evening. He also needed to take care of his outfit and makeup. He’d decided to wear a pirate and dragon inspired outfit, a tasteful one of course, because this was an important festival and not some sort of comedy show!
Notes
From the Scalvoris calendar:
The first dusk on the 1st Cylus sees the people of Scalvoris lighting a huge bonfire on the nearest beach and celebrating the night away. Each region does this differently, but celebrations are held everywhere. There might be a number of bonfires in different areas of Scalvoris Town or Almund, depending on what sort of party you want to go to. There's likely to be one that's child-friendly and at least one that's very adult. The only place where this doesn't take place is Immortals' Tongue and Ishallr.
The first dusk on the 1st Cylus sees the people of Scalvoris lighting a huge bonfire on the nearest beach and celebrating the night away. Each region does this differently, but celebrations are held everywhere. There might be a number of bonfires in different areas of Scalvoris Town or Almund, depending on what sort of party you want to go to. There's likely to be one that's child-friendly and at least one that's very adult. The only place where this doesn't take place is Immortals' Tongue and Ishallr.
