|The Mage Sister||
Nobody who’s anybody misses the Festival! Mark your calendars today!
- The finest food and ale to be had in all of Rowan
- The ever popular Magicker’s Joust – Last year a fierce rivalry broke out between Headmaster Allondo VonBhelded of Rillian Magicker’s College and Headmaster Markus Lender of His Grace Royal Academy, who, to be honest, was a tad ungracious in his victory. Headmaster VonBhelded was later heard to say he’ll win the King’s Cup this year if he has to wrest it from Lender’s cold, dead hands. Don’t miss this fierce grudge match for the King’s Cup!
- The water spout that loves to follow King Nathan around like a puppy (at the Queen’s request, of course). Ever been snuggled by a water spout?
- The Annual Delicacy Bake Off – Last Festival, Mistress Piety won the day with her delectable ‘Peity’s Perfectly Plummy Raspberry Peachy Puffs’. What delightful concoction will she present this year, and will the jealous Master Breadstock finally vanquish her and win the day? (‘Not bloody likely!’ says Piety.) Who will triumph in this dual to delicious death?
Last year the King’s Festival was cancelled due to rain. Lots of rain. Immense amounts of rain, in fact, and a strange cold front that settled over Rowan Capital. I strongly suspect Nathan had something to do with that.
Nathan: Did not! Believe it or not, it does rain all on its own sometimes, you know. It’s called weather.
So let’s hope for a beautiful day for it this year. 18th day of Sommersont, known in our world as July.
Nathan: Maybe it’ll snow. Oooh, ice storm! Yeah! Let’s have an ice storm. Those are grand!
Catherine: Let’s not or I’ll tell Cristov on you.
Nathan: You never let me have any fun.
Catherine: That’s my official job, darling.
Nathan: Yes, well, you’re expert at it.
Catherine: Shush, Nathan. Where’s your crown? I want it clean and shiny for the Festival.
Nathan: What crown? I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.
Catherine: Ah! Here it is!
Nathan: Where did that come from? I could have sworn I’d got rid of all…
Catherine: Prithee, do continue.
Nathan: Hmph. I really don’t like you.
Catherine: The feeling’s mutual, darling, I assure you.