Vhalar 35, Arc 722
Spring had made way to summer, and summer had finally made way to autumn. The leaves of the trees were turning red, orange and yellow, and the sun had lost much of its previous strength. The sweltering heat of Saun had made way to a more pleasant kind of warmth. Everywhere on Scalvoris, people were getting ready for the harvest – a harvest that promised to be quite bountiful. Fruit and vegetables, and plants in general, grew unusually well that season – with the exception of carrots. Carrots were very scarce which was why Mrs. Adams, the cook of Smooglenuff Manor, had decided to replace them with vegetables that were kind of similar to carrots and kind of tasted the same.
Fortunately, the Barony didn’t depend on carrots. Devin had already decided that he wanted to focus on grapes – and the newly discovered Fire Grapes in particular – a while ago.
Most of the time, the young Baron preferred to sleep in, but on the 35th of Vhalar, the trial of the first harvest of the arc, he had already gotten up at dawn because he wanted to take part in a certain local tradition. He didn’t only want to take part in a certain local tradition because doing so would be good for his reputation, but because said local tradition was just so lovely. Of course, he decided to take part in a certain local tradition in style, and he was dressed after the newest fashion. He was wearing a very fancy canary-yellow suit because yellow was all the rage in Vhalar and very extravagant boots. His boots were ankle boots with small heels in midnight black. The boots themselves were yellow and embroidered with harvest scenes, and they were decorated with bits of black lace.
Devin wasn’t sure if he was a farmer or not. He definitely wasn’t one of those hard-working individuals that stayed in the fields all trial long and had little money and no fashion sense, but he did occasionally enjoy being in the vineyard or in the garden, so he decided that he would walking down the candle-lit path to the vineyard with his helpers that trial, in a slight adaption of Harvest Dawn. Well, he was actually skipping down the hallway, and he had a wide smile on his face because he was so excited about finally harvesting his grapes.
Upon reaching the front door, where his employees as well as the trainees from Cally’s that had been involved in every step of the vineyard project so far were waiting, he stopped skipping quite abruptly though. He put on an extremely serious face, put a hand in the center of his chest and bowed to them, very deeply and somewhat dramatically. A slight twinkle in his violet eyes remained though because he was unable to control his overwhelming joy entirely, and he didn’t really want to do so, either. He was really happy to see them all again!
Spring had made way to summer, and summer had finally made way to autumn. The leaves of the trees were turning red, orange and yellow, and the sun had lost much of its previous strength. The sweltering heat of Saun had made way to a more pleasant kind of warmth. Everywhere on Scalvoris, people were getting ready for the harvest – a harvest that promised to be quite bountiful. Fruit and vegetables, and plants in general, grew unusually well that season – with the exception of carrots. Carrots were very scarce which was why Mrs. Adams, the cook of Smooglenuff Manor, had decided to replace them with vegetables that were kind of similar to carrots and kind of tasted the same.
Fortunately, the Barony didn’t depend on carrots. Devin had already decided that he wanted to focus on grapes – and the newly discovered Fire Grapes in particular – a while ago.
Most of the time, the young Baron preferred to sleep in, but on the 35th of Vhalar, the trial of the first harvest of the arc, he had already gotten up at dawn because he wanted to take part in a certain local tradition. He didn’t only want to take part in a certain local tradition because doing so would be good for his reputation, but because said local tradition was just so lovely. Of course, he decided to take part in a certain local tradition in style, and he was dressed after the newest fashion. He was wearing a very fancy canary-yellow suit because yellow was all the rage in Vhalar and very extravagant boots. His boots were ankle boots with small heels in midnight black. The boots themselves were yellow and embroidered with harvest scenes, and they were decorated with bits of black lace.
Devin wasn’t sure if he was a farmer or not. He definitely wasn’t one of those hard-working individuals that stayed in the fields all trial long and had little money and no fashion sense, but he did occasionally enjoy being in the vineyard or in the garden, so he decided that he would walking down the candle-lit path to the vineyard with his helpers that trial, in a slight adaption of Harvest Dawn. Well, he was actually skipping down the hallway, and he had a wide smile on his face because he was so excited about finally harvesting his grapes.
Upon reaching the front door, where his employees as well as the trainees from Cally’s that had been involved in every step of the vineyard project so far were waiting, he stopped skipping quite abruptly though. He put on an extremely serious face, put a hand in the center of his chest and bowed to them, very deeply and somewhat dramatically. A slight twinkle in his violet eyes remained though because he was unable to control his overwhelming joy entirely, and he didn’t really want to do so, either. He was really happy to see them all again!
Notes
From the Scalvoris calendar:
This is the first harvest of Vhalar on Scalvoris. At dawn on this trial, as the farmers and agriculturalists make their way to the fields, the people of their area stand holding candles, lighting a path to the fields. This is done in Qylios' name as the light is believed to protect and give courage to the farmers. The same path of carefully held candles returns at dusk in order to lead the farmers home.
This is the first harvest of Vhalar on Scalvoris. At dawn on this trial, as the farmers and agriculturalists make their way to the fields, the people of their area stand holding candles, lighting a path to the fields. This is done in Qylios' name as the light is believed to protect and give courage to the farmers. The same path of carefully held candles returns at dusk in order to lead the farmers home.
