36th of Glade, 121 AS
It was far too lively for the late hour. Lyra thought as she walked through the bustling streets of the Commons. It was past dark, but the number of bodies only seemed to increase with the waning light. There was a thrill in the air, and excitement coming from close to the center square where a large pyre had been built and cast both warmth and orange light around the gathered bodies.
Smells of food being baked, the sizzle of meat, and the cry of wares was matched by equal parts laughter and talks by adults and children alike. Was there some celebration? Lyra had not heard of one save for that which was hosted by House Lekivian. Somehow Lyra doubted that this was related.
Someone bumped into her back as Lyra was walking, and the bundle of supplies she carried was nearly dropped. Annoyed Lyra sent a glare to the person, but they were already gone. With a sigh she pulled her supplies tighter to her test and tried to make her way through the shifting crowd until she reached a clearing with a bench. There she sat, setting the parcel beside her with a shake of her head. Around her people were moving, and now that she paused she thought she could hear the sound of music a bit further into the crowd.
There was likely another way to reach her shop, but it would likely require a long and roundabout detour which Lyra did not desire to pursue. Sighing lightly in frustration she produced a small book from within the parcel she carried, its title is written in flowing script. The light of lamps and the large fire at the center were enough by which to see, and crossing her legs Lyra prepared herself to wait out the majority of the festivities.
It was far too lively for the late hour. Lyra thought as she walked through the bustling streets of the Commons. It was past dark, but the number of bodies only seemed to increase with the waning light. There was a thrill in the air, and excitement coming from close to the center square where a large pyre had been built and cast both warmth and orange light around the gathered bodies.
Smells of food being baked, the sizzle of meat, and the cry of wares was matched by equal parts laughter and talks by adults and children alike. Was there some celebration? Lyra had not heard of one save for that which was hosted by House Lekivian. Somehow Lyra doubted that this was related.
Someone bumped into her back as Lyra was walking, and the bundle of supplies she carried was nearly dropped. Annoyed Lyra sent a glare to the person, but they were already gone. With a sigh she pulled her supplies tighter to her test and tried to make her way through the shifting crowd until she reached a clearing with a bench. There she sat, setting the parcel beside her with a shake of her head. Around her people were moving, and now that she paused she thought she could hear the sound of music a bit further into the crowd.
There was likely another way to reach her shop, but it would likely require a long and roundabout detour which Lyra did not desire to pursue. Sighing lightly in frustration she produced a small book from within the parcel she carried, its title is written in flowing script. The light of lamps and the large fire at the center were enough by which to see, and crossing her legs Lyra prepared herself to wait out the majority of the festivities.
