Saun 16, Arc 721
On the 16th of Saun, Doctor Devin Thorn, High Priest of Delroth and Baron Von Smooglenuff stood on his favourite meadow that was close to the beach, holding a fancy white parasol in one hand because he didn’t want to get a sunburn or an ugly tan, and stared at the man opposite of him quite incredulously. He didn’t stare at him because he was ugly, or unusually beautiful, or just plain strange – he was a very normal looking man in his thirties, with brown hair, brown eyes and a short beard – but because of what he had just told him.
“Say that again, please”, he demanded because he wanted to be absolutely sure that he hadn’t misunderstood him – the man spoke with a very thick accent and was, obviously, one of those tourists that had been invading Scalvoris recently. “What did you see?”
“I saw a multi-colored chicken. It glowed. I was wondering if such things are common here. The travel guide that I bought mentioned that the fauna of Scalvoris is on the unusual side, but it didn’t mention multi-colored birds that glow”, the man said patiently and in grammatically perfect, but nonetheless strange Common – he emphasized his words very differently from what the Mortalborn was used to.
“Right”, Devin said.
“Which color are my hair and my skin?” he wanted to know a moment later.
“Black and … pale?” the bearded man replied, looking confused.
“In that case … where exactly did you see the multi-colored glowing chicken, if you don’t mind me asking, and when did you see it?” Devin wanted to know. He had briefly wondered if the man might be high and see everything in strange colors now, but if he looked normal, then the chance of that being the case was miniscule at best. If you were high, you usually saw more than just a single multi-colored glowing chicken, and come to think of it, the man's behaviour was pretty normal otherwise!
“Such birds aren’t common here, but strange events definitely are”, he added, grinning, before he listened to the man’s tale quite attentively, his eyes widening a bit more with every passing trill. It sounded as if the multi-colored glowing chicken was actually real, and if it was real, then he wanted to have it because he absolutely loved glowing things!
On the 16th of Saun, Doctor Devin Thorn, High Priest of Delroth and Baron Von Smooglenuff stood on his favourite meadow that was close to the beach, holding a fancy white parasol in one hand because he didn’t want to get a sunburn or an ugly tan, and stared at the man opposite of him quite incredulously. He didn’t stare at him because he was ugly, or unusually beautiful, or just plain strange – he was a very normal looking man in his thirties, with brown hair, brown eyes and a short beard – but because of what he had just told him.
“Say that again, please”, he demanded because he wanted to be absolutely sure that he hadn’t misunderstood him – the man spoke with a very thick accent and was, obviously, one of those tourists that had been invading Scalvoris recently. “What did you see?”
“I saw a multi-colored chicken. It glowed. I was wondering if such things are common here. The travel guide that I bought mentioned that the fauna of Scalvoris is on the unusual side, but it didn’t mention multi-colored birds that glow”, the man said patiently and in grammatically perfect, but nonetheless strange Common – he emphasized his words very differently from what the Mortalborn was used to.
“Right”, Devin said.
“Which color are my hair and my skin?” he wanted to know a moment later.
“Black and … pale?” the bearded man replied, looking confused.
“In that case … where exactly did you see the multi-colored glowing chicken, if you don’t mind me asking, and when did you see it?” Devin wanted to know. He had briefly wondered if the man might be high and see everything in strange colors now, but if he looked normal, then the chance of that being the case was miniscule at best. If you were high, you usually saw more than just a single multi-colored glowing chicken, and come to think of it, the man's behaviour was pretty normal otherwise!
“Such birds aren’t common here, but strange events definitely are”, he added, grinning, before he listened to the man’s tale quite attentively, his eyes widening a bit more with every passing trill. It sounded as if the multi-colored glowing chicken was actually real, and if it was real, then he wanted to have it because he absolutely loved glowing things!
Notes
From the Scalvoris calendar:
Rainbow Glowing Eggs!?: We've had rainbow eggs, we've had glowing eggs - on the 16th Saun, a tourist asks one of the locals about the multi-coloured glowing chicken they saw. It spreads like wildfire - random chickens (and other birds) have become rainbow-coloured and glowing. They lay rainbow-coloured glowing eggs, they shed rainbow-coloured glowing feathers!
Rainbow Glowing Eggs!?: We've had rainbow eggs, we've had glowing eggs - on the 16th Saun, a tourist asks one of the locals about the multi-coloured glowing chicken they saw. It spreads like wildfire - random chickens (and other birds) have become rainbow-coloured and glowing. They lay rainbow-coloured glowing eggs, they shed rainbow-coloured glowing feathers!

