Mar 9, 2023 11:45 pm
Eleven trees grow in a line down the center of Sellean. They are taller and older than any other tree ever found. Some say they are not trees at all but sleeping mystical creatures in tree form. But those who grew up in Sellean know they are trees.
The line runs east to west. To the south of the line, the community built a wide cobblestone courtyard. A library, city hall, and the local market place face the other edges of the courtyard.
Today, as if it were one of the major holidays or celebrations, there are lines of electrical lights, and tables are out filled with food. The accordion and fiddle players are out. It is a festival. The people are in the middle of a party.
A large banner hangs from City Hall
Congratulations Spirit of Leviathan Shipmakers!
It is still early evening when Oril arrives.
Moravil’s feathers gleam and reflect as he banks and makes a grand circular flight around the trees, as if even Moravil must also marvel at the sheer majesty of the plants.
Moravil lands on the North side of the tree line, where there are grasses and rolling hills are used for sports and recreation. Children run about trying to get some kites in the air, a pick-up game of Hillsharrow is just getting going farther out.
The children drop their kites and approach, excited but cautious.
Then Marchal emerges from the crowd, her eyes alight with wonder.
"Oril! I can’t . . . . I can’t believe . . . . First Amez and Sons throw a party of appreciation for The Spirit, then they give out bonus checks to all the workers, and now you arrive on a…" (at this point she is at a loss for words). Could this day get any better? "She smiles and jumps a little as Oril dismounts.
Moravil looks focused and distracted, more like a wild falcon or hawk than the individual from before. As soon as Oril’s feet hit the ground, Moravil bolts to the sky, gives out a shrill, haunting call, and is gone.
"Wow."
What does Oril do?
The line runs east to west. To the south of the line, the community built a wide cobblestone courtyard. A library, city hall, and the local market place face the other edges of the courtyard.
Today, as if it were one of the major holidays or celebrations, there are lines of electrical lights, and tables are out filled with food. The accordion and fiddle players are out. It is a festival. The people are in the middle of a party.
A large banner hangs from City Hall
Congratulations Spirit of Leviathan Shipmakers!
It is still early evening when Oril arrives.
Moravil’s feathers gleam and reflect as he banks and makes a grand circular flight around the trees, as if even Moravil must also marvel at the sheer majesty of the plants.
Moravil lands on the North side of the tree line, where there are grasses and rolling hills are used for sports and recreation. Children run about trying to get some kites in the air, a pick-up game of Hillsharrow is just getting going farther out.
The children drop their kites and approach, excited but cautious.
Then Marchal emerges from the crowd, her eyes alight with wonder.
Marchal
OOC:
Who is Marchal? What is her relation to Oril? Moravil looks focused and distracted, more like a wild falcon or hawk than the individual from before. As soon as Oril’s feet hit the ground, Moravil bolts to the sky, gives out a shrill, haunting call, and is gone.
"Wow."
What does Oril do?