7/2/2025, 2:04 PM
As celebration and a feast sang to many, Rhamanthus couldn't possibly turn down the open invitation and miss out on the festivities. Beneath the rowan tree's epic arch did he meander, eyes of alabaster warm as he took it all in. Týr had done a wondrous job, getting everything put together. He'd be sure to both thank and give praise later.
Few had arrived before him; dressed in pelts or wildflowers tangled within northern fur. The former king felt...woefully underdressed. All he had to offer and adorn himself was a lily of the valley that Siru had gifted him, tucked between the furs of his neck. A treasured thing that flower is; after the celebration, he'd seek a gift of his own to bestow upon the gentle lady.
From across the stretch he watched Týr and his son—the younger of the two twirling about with a smile vivacious and proud. Rhadamamthus cannot help but chuckle to himself as he strides past the boulders holding the feast.
Memories flicker behind his eyes and in his mind. Ararnir's celebration of Midsummer, vibrant and lively. The great feasts held in the great hall. Women and children flitting about, laughter filling the air. It was a time where all the bad and ugly of the world couldn't reach anyone.
And while this isn't Ararnir and these aren't palace halls, Rhad is delighted either way. Today, there would be no worries. And perhaps today, he'd have the pleasure of meeting more of his fellow pack members.
Few had arrived before him; dressed in pelts or wildflowers tangled within northern fur. The former king felt...woefully underdressed. All he had to offer and adorn himself was a lily of the valley that Siru had gifted him, tucked between the furs of his neck. A treasured thing that flower is; after the celebration, he'd seek a gift of his own to bestow upon the gentle lady.
From across the stretch he watched Týr and his son—the younger of the two twirling about with a smile vivacious and proud. Rhadamamthus cannot help but chuckle to himself as he strides past the boulders holding the feast.
Memories flicker behind his eyes and in his mind. Ararnir's celebration of Midsummer, vibrant and lively. The great feasts held in the great hall. Women and children flitting about, laughter filling the air. It was a time where all the bad and ugly of the world couldn't reach anyone.
And while this isn't Ararnir and these aren't palace halls, Rhad is delighted either way. Today, there would be no worries. And perhaps today, he'd have the pleasure of meeting more of his fellow pack members.
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"common • norse"
eve is welcome in all threads.