[SE] Oh, Valley of Plenty

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Maea tilted her head and nibbled the fork as she thought, trying to recall all that Wessex had told them. It was not fun, because the information was overlaid with the ascended woman's cold attitude, but... "You're to weave a basket, and fill it with water. Then capture the sun in it - a metaphorical one, or the real one, somehow, it wasn't entirely clear. And while you do this, you're supposed to sing to Safrin, distracting her so she won't bring the night back..." Frowning softly, Maea considered it. There were a lot of things that did not make sense to her, proceedings that weren't entirely clear or so up to interpretation that there was no choice but to wing it. "Also, there's a tradition of giving gifts at the end of the season, so they would make or procure gifts for friends or loved ones. That one is pretty universal, it seems, though we do it at a different time of year." She went back to eating, finishing off the last crumbs on the plate with some regret. A contented sigh escaped her as she leaned back, sipping on the water. Much better. She was feeling so much better already.