Day 83, Spring of 512 AV
Early Morning
Cubacious Inn
Early Morning
Cubacious Inn
The morning was silent, and the majority of the population was asleep, with the exception of the hardworking few who had to get up extra early to set up their businesses. That included Eridanus, whose rainbow coloured hair lay splayed messily over his face as he mumbled to himself in his sleep, clutching the fluffy blue pillow on the blue linen of his rented bed.
On any other day, it would have probably remained silent. However, it was the start of a special annual event, one that paid homage to Ionu. It was with this that there was a sudden loud horn that boomed throughout the city, followed by a joyous orchestra that seemed to emanate from the air itself.
The music was a gift to the citizens, and a reminder that the city and its spirit would still live on despite the heavy tragedies suffered by it in the past two seasons. Eridanus had been looking forward to this event, and though his sleep was interrupted he was not cranky as usual.
Instead, his heart was with anticipation, and he quickly washed up and prepared his clothing to take a stroll.
On any other day, it would have probably remained silent. However, it was the start of a special annual event, one that paid homage to Ionu. It was with this that there was a sudden loud horn that boomed throughout the city, followed by a joyous orchestra that seemed to emanate from the air itself.
The music was a gift to the citizens, and a reminder that the city and its spirit would still live on despite the heavy tragedies suffered by it in the past two seasons. Eridanus had been looking forward to this event, and though his sleep was interrupted he was not cranky as usual.
Instead, his heart was with anticipation, and he quickly washed up and prepared his clothing to take a stroll.
