Of all the Longheat traditions that Jigano had learned about, entertaining Safrin had been the one the bard had most been looking forward to. She had been kind and wise and gracious when he had met her before at Amalia’s side, and the thought of offering her a song or story had appealed to him greatly. Preparations had begun first with Amalia and Rory, and from there to a small handful of others who might enjoy such a convivial little get-together. Perhaps selfishly, Jigano hadn’t wanted things to get too big, lest they become difficult to organize, but he had been glad of the interest his idea had stirred up.
Bring food or drink to share, your voice, a willingness to use it, and an instrument of your choice – however simple or skilled you are at it.
Those had been his requests of his friends as he had gone about his own preparations for the night, borrowing a shovel from Rory to carefully cut and remove sod from a corner of the Glade and shifting rocks and glowstones around to form a well-contained firepit in a clearing beneath the evening sky. He stacked it with wood; fragrant apple and birch and steady ash. Two bottles of Valair cider stayed cooled in a nest of snow moss as his own contributions to the evening entertainment, and his harp was carefully packed in its case in the shade of a nearby tree. As the light faded and the stars began to come out, he settled down on the woolen blanket he’d brought to protect himself from the dew and began to idly tune the harp, drawing forth a coaxing, cheery melody to lead his friends to the fire that began to smolder and catch beneath the sprinkle of stars in the darkening sky. Beside him Isuma chirruped along, when she wasn’t distracted pouncing after the fireflies that began to rise from the grasses all around in their timeless summer dance.
What will you bring to the fireside?
1.Amalia
2. Deimos
No posting order
Bring food or drink to share, your voice, a willingness to use it, and an instrument of your choice – however simple or skilled you are at it.
Those had been his requests of his friends as he had gone about his own preparations for the night, borrowing a shovel from Rory to carefully cut and remove sod from a corner of the Glade and shifting rocks and glowstones around to form a well-contained firepit in a clearing beneath the evening sky. He stacked it with wood; fragrant apple and birch and steady ash. Two bottles of Valair cider stayed cooled in a nest of snow moss as his own contributions to the evening entertainment, and his harp was carefully packed in its case in the shade of a nearby tree. As the light faded and the stars began to come out, he settled down on the woolen blanket he’d brought to protect himself from the dew and began to idly tune the harp, drawing forth a coaxing, cheery melody to lead his friends to the fire that began to smolder and catch beneath the sprinkle of stars in the darkening sky. Beside him Isuma chirruped along, when she wasn’t distracted pouncing after the fireflies that began to rise from the grasses all around in their timeless summer dance.
1.
2. Deimos
No posting order
