[SWE] curb your enthusiasm

Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands

Liam made his way to the Climb without ceremony, trying all the way to prepare himself for the heat. But despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but wince as he disembarked the skyship, sweat already breaking out on his forehead. It was blisteringly hot - worse even than the heat back home - and he wondered, briefly, how long he needed to stay for it to be considered polite. The last thing he wanted to do was offend Tanau and make the season even worse for himself or for the Greatwood.

With that thought in mind, he first wandered over to the bonfire and tossed in his offering: a small carving of the sun, made of a pretty orange stone that he hadn't been able to identify. It fell into the flames, settling amongst the wood and other offerings, and Liam murmured a quiet prayer before backing quickly away from the rippling heat.

He spotted Zavien standing nearby, drenched in what could easily be sweat or water (not that Liam was faring any better) and made his way over. "Hey," he said, offering a friendly smile. "How do you think people are dancing in this heat?"

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Liam brings a small carving of a sun made out of sparkly orange stone.

Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands

Liam