Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jan 18, 2024 22:14:23 GMT -5
Autumna
(Open thread)
The sun had started to go down and even though there were plenty of things for Rhedara to do at home she decided to spend the remainder of the day walking outdoors toward the docks while the weather still had a pleasant warmth lingering from Aestas. Goddess, it was Autumna already. To think that the last time the leaves fell from the trees, the last time she was patrolling as one of the kings soldiers was nearly a year ago. It felt like more time had passed than that. How strange. How strange how fast time flew by now that she wasn’t a child, how strange because of what all could happen in one year. From losing her job, to finding to losing love, then an opportunity to marry a Morrigan. If someone told her that all that would happen—especially having a Morrigan as a suitor, she would have cursed them for teasing her with such lies. But there she was. What would her mother think of her if she gained the noble title that she had so easily thrown away?
She was drawn from her reverie by a flash of fire in her peripheral. Frowning, she turned toward the source and saw a shirtless man…spitting fire? She’d seen plenty of witches do something similar during training, but seeing a man spit fire was a novelty, and she found herself drawing closer to the crowd of fishmongers and fishwives. Now that she was closer, she saw a whole slew of performers, some were also playing and dancing with fire, while others were setting up some sort of stage that had a long rope. What were they doing, she wondered?
(Open thread)
The sun had started to go down and even though there were plenty of things for Rhedara to do at home she decided to spend the remainder of the day walking outdoors toward the docks while the weather still had a pleasant warmth lingering from Aestas. Goddess, it was Autumna already. To think that the last time the leaves fell from the trees, the last time she was patrolling as one of the kings soldiers was nearly a year ago. It felt like more time had passed than that. How strange. How strange how fast time flew by now that she wasn’t a child, how strange because of what all could happen in one year. From losing her job, to finding to losing love, then an opportunity to marry a Morrigan. If someone told her that all that would happen—especially having a Morrigan as a suitor, she would have cursed them for teasing her with such lies. But there she was. What would her mother think of her if she gained the noble title that she had so easily thrown away?
She was drawn from her reverie by a flash of fire in her peripheral. Frowning, she turned toward the source and saw a shirtless man…spitting fire? She’d seen plenty of witches do something similar during training, but seeing a man spit fire was a novelty, and she found herself drawing closer to the crowd of fishmongers and fishwives. Now that she was closer, she saw a whole slew of performers, some were also playing and dancing with fire, while others were setting up some sort of stage that had a long rope. What were they doing, she wondered?
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