6/27/2025, 9:25 PM
Midsommer had arrived, and with it a ray of light that'd pierced through the haze of the plague. The island felt brighter, now, amidst the blooms and preparations. It was enough to distract the gloomy, grief-stricken minds from the harrow that creeps closer.
Good-tidings and great feasts remind Rhadamamthus of home. Of the celebrations he'd once partaken in, behind the walls of Ararnir. He hasn't had much to look forward too, given recent events, but even he's found himself imbued with the celebration's glimmer.
With careful steps, he'd followed the scent of Týr to where his king waits. Watching, with eyes keen; the scent of boar lay thick. Rhad strolls to join his side, eyes of the finest silver roving over the landscape. They would return with a pig before nightfall.
Good-tidings and great feasts remind Rhadamamthus of home. Of the celebrations he'd once partaken in, behind the walls of Ararnir. He hasn't had much to look forward too, given recent events, but even he's found himself imbued with the celebration's glimmer.
With careful steps, he'd followed the scent of Týr to where his king waits. Watching, with eyes keen; the scent of boar lay thick. Rhad strolls to join his side, eyes of the finest silver roving over the landscape. They would return with a pig before nightfall.
Good morning, Skorungr.Rhadamamthus rumbles, voice still thick with remnants of sleep, as he takes a seat.
Today shall be a good one. Blessed.Or so he hopes.
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