12-22-2021, 08:59 PM
It is the start of Yule!!! This is pack-wide knowledge making it read-only since it is the holidays but feel free to participate in break-off threads from here! Ideally, tag event or yule in the title so we know its part of the festivities too! Everyone is welcome no matter the age to feast, sing, exchange gifts or tell stories as the days come to an end. Yule ends with the new year. @Rea@Hieronymous @Orlaith @Quicksilver @Nimueh @Dagr @Renn @Ries @Cleo @Liutheri
The days had only grown colder and with each passing star did the moon grow brighter. Vanderfell would be blessed in the light of the full moon, its distant shine already visible as the sun sank down beyond their claim. Winter had come in its full glory and she knew well enough that from here on out the days would be harder. Spring would come at a snail's pace, though its bounty would be beautiful and worthy of the wait, but for now, they could rest and appreciate what they had accomplished in the year's passing.
Darkened clouds threatened to blotch out the sky as white flakes began to drift down ever softly, a blanket to form over the mountains she now called home. It was time to celebrate, and so, with a tilt of her crown, Ira called to those who knew the summit as home with a joyous tune for all to feast in the coming days and enjoy time amongst themselves. Whatever they ate could be replenished later, but as she saw things they had all worked hard and the majority of their mouths were small.
Such was the way of Yule, no matter their numbers she knew the tradition well. Feasting was well-practiced in her homelands and many enjoyed wasting the nights away with songs or tales. Never had she truly been welcomed in many gatherings, but she enjoyed the season all the same. Only now would she truly be able to appreciate the time though with a loving husband at her side and her own young to coddle and fill malleable minds.
Darkened clouds threatened to blotch out the sky as white flakes began to drift down ever softly, a blanket to form over the mountains she now called home. It was time to celebrate, and so, with a tilt of her crown, Ira called to those who knew the summit as home with a joyous tune for all to feast in the coming days and enjoy time amongst themselves. Whatever they ate could be replenished later, but as she saw things they had all worked hard and the majority of their mouths were small.
Such was the way of Yule, no matter their numbers she knew the tradition well. Feasting was well-practiced in her homelands and many enjoyed wasting the nights away with songs or tales. Never had she truly been welcomed in many gatherings, but she enjoyed the season all the same. Only now would she truly be able to appreciate the time though with a loving husband at her side and her own young to coddle and fill malleable minds.
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