A Day For Celebration

A Day For Celebration

It was the Day of First Song, and celebrations echoed throughout Adiha. Her residents, supporters of the Church, packed Civic Square and its adjacent streets. The mingling of their cheers and jeers created a festive melody that was contagious to all. White fluorescent orbs lined every street and hung from every doorway, fighting off nights impending darkness in recognition of Aeskar. Elm Tower watched over the people, a bright white beacon in the fresh spring air. And this was fitting, as it was a day for celebration. A visitor entering the city would likely be swept up by the crowd, add their own melody to the Katharos songs, and drink merrily through the next morning. They might even lose themselves in the cities joy, having drained one too many mugs before stumbling through an inn door. And they would not be judged for their befuddled state, as it was indeed a day for celebration. It was on days of celebration like these that people forgot. They might cherish time spent with friends, laugh at their own blunders, and even chance at love. But the greatest joy of the night was in forgetting the small hassles that plagued everyday–life. The luxury of discarding these weary thoughts, even for a single day, was priceless. Andorian Ages did not know this luxury. He looked down on the crowds from Elm Tower. Shackled by iron chains and reputation, wishing that for one moment he could forget the troubles that consumed his life. And so he stared, fruitlessly feigning

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