[AW] [FALL] i can hear the ocean whisper

[Rhone]

The festival that Denocte had put on was lavish in every sense. There was laughter and cheering in every inch of the famous Night Court Markets. Children are laughing and playing, adults are playing games for prizes. Vendors have booths set up along the streets, selling trinkets, food, and other items. It reminds him of stories he had heard of fairs set in ancient times where people walked through the booths of vendors dressed elaborately in costumes. This isn’t much different, only it isn’t set in times past but in the present. He has sampled some of the foods, preferring the warm cinnamon apples the best, played a few of the games, but he is ready to really dig into why the festival is here.

He walks quietly now, his steps slow and without noise. He can see the alters set up along the path and he remembers the candle he had lit for his daughter who he hopes is looking down on him from above. Many of these are doted with pictures, flowers, candles, and other various trinkets. Most of the names are names he does not recognize, names that probably only mean something to those that had placed them here. But there is one that he comes upon that knocks him back. Breath ceases to fill his lungs as he looks at the alter that reads: Asterion. He can feel the waves of emotion that rush over him, the pain of loss and the hope he has for Terrastella.

There is another standing there, honoring Asterion in her own way. He’s seen her before, though he doesn’t know her personally. He comes to stand beside her quietly, just allowing their closeness to comfort one another. She is from his own court, having also made the journey to participate in the festivals.

He lets a comfortable amount of silence fill the space in between them before he slowly lowers his head to the alter. He breathes hot air upon it, letting his magic flow through him and into the ground he touches. As he pulls back, there is a small sprout, new life breaking through the tinniest crack in the cobblestone streets. And as his magic flows through him, the flower grows. It grows until it blooms into a beautiful lily. It represents hope - hope that Asterion is safe and hope for Terrastella. He sighs softly as he turns to offer Corrdelia a soft smile.

@Corrdelia