Well it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year

[pinprick]

WHO: Anders, Nathaniel, and invitees!
WHAT: Fancy birthday party in Camp Shady
WHEN: Harvestmere 27, evening
WHERE: Camp Shady
NOTES: Will update.

Since many Wardens moved into the Kestrel House, there is plenty of space in the camp for a big top tent. Finding enough candlesticks, tables, and chairs required a lot of time and a number of bribes to pull off. The tables are nicely draped with fabric lent by one of Anders' patients, and each is decorated with flowers. The tent is alight and smells like good food--more donations from grateful patients.

One of the Wardens is known for her fiddling, and she plays lively dances and crooning ballads. In the center table is an ice sculpture of a cat chasing a butterfly (you guessed it--donated by a mage patient). It glitters spectacularly in the candlelight.

On the menu is a slow-roasted pig, spiced hot cider, spectacular salads, jams, cakes, delectably seasoned vegetables, a lamb-flank, and your choice of wine. There is even a hard-won bottle of Antivan brandy Nathaniel had to win several card games to achieve.

Relax, enjoy, greet the birthday boy, and mingle. The nights will be cold soon, but under this tent, life glows.

Comments

[universal_charm]

At least it was a birthday party too, and not some formal function, otherwise he would hesitate. But here he was happy just to step in time to the music on the fringes, leaving those who knew the steps the room to have their fun.

"Did you dance much, back in your era?" he asked him, hand resting on his shoulder.

[conqueredhearts]

"Nothing of this kind. We would do things quite differently in my era. Possibly because we never had songs like this!" He was fond of the music here though. It was like stories unfolding which made it have layers that he liked. Perhaps it was why he'd started to learn some of the songs for himself. Just to be able to partake in singing them for others. Now all he needed was harp or lyre.

"We had many a celebration when during my rule. I made sure of that."

[universal_charm]

Kirk was the opposite. Many of the songs ran to long for his taste, things more at home in plays in his mind than taverns. He preferred his homelands songs, throbbing beats and sliding guitar ranges and lyrics that spoke to you on some level (the Beastie Boys did have a few, he would defend them til death). But that wasn't to say he couldn't appreciate instrumentals like now, running his fingers to the back of Iskandar's neck to knead the bunch of muscle.

"They're good for morale," he agreed, giving the other a knowing look. "I bet you were the biggest rabble rouser though."