All Hail the Hedonist Healer
25 Cylus 720
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21st - 30th of Cylus: “Celebrations of Light”
Following the shared experience of pleasant dreams, Melrathi decides to celebrate the last trials of Cylus. Bonfires are put together, the spirits are worshipped, and there is a ton of drinking. While most Melrath events involve drinking… these trials especially are filled with extreme hedonism that isn’t usually considered acceptable. Stir-crazy due to the cold and dark, many Melrathi walks around the interior of the holds while near-naked (when not bundled under furs together). Extremely loud dancing, drumming, and chanting/singing is common.
For Outlanders new to Melrath though, this is likely startling. Only the adventurous and open-minded find themselves able to make sense of it. Some Outlanders mutter about leaving the nation as soon as the docks reopen to the public and the coastal waters are cleared for safe travel. Others proclaim that they might never leave this wonderful place!
Food and alcohol stores from the cold season are at a bare minimum, if not cleared out during these trials.
Following the shared experience of pleasant dreams, Melrathi decides to celebrate the last trials of Cylus. Bonfires are put together, the spirits are worshipped, and there is a ton of drinking. While most Melrath events involve drinking… these trials especially are filled with extreme hedonism that isn’t usually considered acceptable. Stir-crazy due to the cold and dark, many Melrathi walks around the interior of the holds while near-naked (when not bundled under furs together). Extremely loud dancing, drumming, and chanting/singing is common.
For Outlanders new to Melrath though, this is likely startling. Only the adventurous and open-minded find themselves able to make sense of it. Some Outlanders mutter about leaving the nation as soon as the docks reopen to the public and the coastal waters are cleared for safe travel. Others proclaim that they might never leave this wonderful place!
Food and alcohol stores from the cold season are at a bare minimum, if not cleared out during these trials.
The celebrations of Light had gone on for trials and nights, and this was on the evening or the fifth trial. Ashling Grawhawk, a healer from Fensalir, a stranger in Raelia and there for other reasons than work was on her way to The Hold of Namdalen, the main residence of the noble house Namdalen. She walked at a good pace in along the snowy streets of Raelia in Cylus. It was cold, but she was Melrathi and dressed for cold weather.
She didn't know these nobles and they didn't know her. But, a dishevelled and inebriated errand girl had arrived at Ashling's place and said that a healer was needed. All the Raelian healers seemed to either be busy celebrating the light or taking care of the less pleasant consequences of the festivities. Somebody, unclear who, had directed the girl to Ashling, saying she was a kind of forest doctor from the oldfashioned south. So please, please would she come to the rescue of people who had a bit of bad luck.
The girl had rushed back to the hold. But first, Ashling had managed to make the tipsy being give her a description of the way to the hold. It was all she needed to find her way there. While she walked she thought of the celebrations. The common folks very partying, sure, but the orgies in the noble holds were famous (and infamous). They were a recurrent topic of entertaining tales circulating in Melrath. Every arc's celebrations added more to the tales. The excesses of the nobles and their households were a never-ending favourite topic for conversations and gossip.
Now, she would get to see it, with her own eyes ... Ashling had jumped at the opportunity. It was work, yes, it was work, but it was work with an extra bonus.
As a betrothed woman she might have gone there with Tristan if they had been invited as guests. But, she was only invited as a healer. It had seemed to be urgent and Ashling had found it best to just pack the things she might need and be on her way. No need to let injured or ill people wait for her to get an escort. Besides, she was grown up and could cope on her own.
She didn't know these nobles and they didn't know her. But, a dishevelled and inebriated errand girl had arrived at Ashling's place and said that a healer was needed. All the Raelian healers seemed to either be busy celebrating the light or taking care of the less pleasant consequences of the festivities. Somebody, unclear who, had directed the girl to Ashling, saying she was a kind of forest doctor from the oldfashioned south. So please, please would she come to the rescue of people who had a bit of bad luck.
The girl had rushed back to the hold. But first, Ashling had managed to make the tipsy being give her a description of the way to the hold. It was all she needed to find her way there. While she walked she thought of the celebrations. The common folks very partying, sure, but the orgies in the noble holds were famous (and infamous). They were a recurrent topic of entertaining tales circulating in Melrath. Every arc's celebrations added more to the tales. The excesses of the nobles and their households were a never-ending favourite topic for conversations and gossip.
Now, she would get to see it, with her own eyes ... Ashling had jumped at the opportunity. It was work, yes, it was work, but it was work with an extra bonus.
As a betrothed woman she might have gone there with Tristan if they had been invited as guests. But, she was only invited as a healer. It had seemed to be urgent and Ashling had found it best to just pack the things she might need and be on her way. No need to let injured or ill people wait for her to get an escort. Besides, she was grown up and could cope on her own.