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It was a beautiful night for celebrations, especially for the Summer Solstice. Their air buzzed with an electric energy, tickling Mathias’s bare arms and filling him with an unusual vigor. Well, that, or it could have been the copious amounts of drinks he had allowed himself to enjoy throughout the day.

While not particularly religious, he could still recall the excitement in his mother’s eyes during this time of the year. She would meticulously arrange a small altar and save for months to buy enough flowers for two modest wreaths. Despite the slight browning at the edges, it was the act of crafting the wreaths with his mother that Mathias always cherished. He’d gather all the peonies and attempt to weave the stems into a wreath, a very wonky-looking wreath. 

Approaching the clearing where the ceremony was supposed to be held, Mathias was greeted by the sound of shouting. He blinked, momentarily wondering in his drunken haze if the shouting was part of the religious ceremonies. Maybe in other regions of Varian, up in the mountains, where it had a tighter hold on the people? 

However, the scene before him was far from what he had imagined. Mathias had pictured a large bonfire, food, flowers, herbal drinks, and lots of dancing. This was not it.

[color=94b0c4]“I saw nothing; I was never here.”[/color]

Had he been sober, Mathias might have stayed to help restore some order. But he wasn’t. And he was not about to intervene in whatever crazy thing was happening this time. So, with a nonchalant salute to the chaos before him, he clicked his heels and turned to march back in the direction he had come.  

Probably to a dingy brothel—or a tavern, or a gentleman's lounge, or the guest house. He'd have to see where his feet decided to carry him. 













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