The Glass Harbour
The Glass Harbour's Founding
It was Ymiden's Dawn today, a celebration commemorated by standing by a body of water, a shoreline, or anywhere there was natural water flowing, and washed clean of the past arc. Of all the strange customs of Scalvoris, this one, which she'd only just learned of had to be one of the more resonant for her. Being the mortalborn with a domain of Redemption, ever since the Forging, it's one they'd meant to participate but business always got in the way. Now, however, divested of most of her responsibilities and businesses, Woe sought to partake of this quaint custom as his totemic blend of Anima Lefleur and their self totem, a woman with black hair of average height, wearing simple hide clothing. She was a priestess of Moseke in this guise and Ymiden was the consort of her patroness, as far as she had heard, so it seemed apropos while posing as one of Moseke's priestesses to give homage to the celebration.
However, not only was it Ymiden's Dawn, but also the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the Glass Harbour, a long-standing project that had been arcs in the making, finally culminating in a meeting between Woe and Chamadarst, where the details and assurances were hammered out. The place was magnificent, she had to say. The Glassmakers Guild Master was present for the ribbon cutting, as Woe would not be there as their self. Instead, they attended the ceremony, celebrating both its opening but more so participating in Ymiden's ritual.
Winfreda knelt by the shore, as the speeches were being made on behalf of the workers and people of Egilrun, who'd made the Glass Harbour possible. She took a cup of water in her hands, and splashed it over her. IT dribbled down the hide outfit she wore, which was a duplicity suit. It was a humble attire, befitting the spending of her wealth into the establishment of this place.
On this day all sorts of spiritual and religious people were there to make speeches on behalf of this or that Immortal, spirit, dragon, or ancestor. Whoever they revered in life, it didn't matter. As long as they believed in something. That was the purpose of the Glass Harbour, to look forward and not backward, to not favor one deity or spirit or ancestor over any other, but to respect everyone's right to worship as they wanted.
Winfreda let the waters wash over her face and hair, and then stood by to wait her turn to make a speech on behalf of Moseke, who was the Great Mother, the giver of life and thus perhaps uniquely important on this day.
