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N'Raha     The place that N'raha has picked out for the event is a secluded campsite in the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest in northern Wisconsin in one of the Tapestries. It's not QUITE the farthest you can get from civilization, but apparently, this is the place where you do these things. That's what Inga showed Raha, and that's what Mr. Dresden showed Inga. A thick blanket of snow has been cleared away from the campsite, and Raha's been busy this afternoon getting rocks together for an altar not far from where a stack of old dead trees and fresh cut new ones lay piled up among some scrap wood and pallets. Just the sort of thing intended to go up like a light when you set it off.

    Not far away, a big old clay oven is crackling away, the smell of roast meat filling the air of the campsite. Wolves howl in the distance, and above, the night sky is clarion clear, Polaris, the North Star, twinkling away in the sky like a pale gem. No light pollution here, save for what dim light the cookfire brings.

    N'raha looks slightly out of place though. He's not wearing his usual armor, nor even his usual comfy tunic and trousers. He's here in a heavy set of woolen robes, stained with a bit of blood, presumably goat's blood.
Remee Halcyon Remee makes her way out. When she starts getting close, she doesn't need directions, she can just follow her nose.

"Hey!" She calls, heading over, sniffing at the air. "N'Raha, right?"

Despite the cold, she's still dressed as she usually is, rifle and all. "Oh, did you start eating already?" she asks, glancing at the blood on him.
N'Raha     The catman looks up and flashes as much of a winning, fangy grin as he can at Remee, before he sighs. "Just you? That's fine." He does hold out his hand though. He smells of catte and goat and smoke and magic.

    Just a touch to the miqo'te's hand will give the Wolf a sense of the warrior. This is a man who, despite the apparently fluff between his ears, is all business.
N'Raha     "Name's N'Raha, Warrior of Light, Savior of Eorzea, Slayer of God, Imperial Annoyance, lots of things. Nice to meet faces."
Remee Halcyon "Remee Halcyon - just Remee Halcyon," she says. Her own touch doesn't speak much about her.

"Well - busy times, I suppose," she says, as she goes to find a spot to sit. "Not too many are interested in things like solstices, I guess. Or are having birthdays."
N'Raha     N'raha is a dull catte who doesn't have Spooky Senses outside of proper combat, though.

He smiles a bit, and rakes a hand through his dusky hair. One of his ears appears to be permanently busted, and droops a bit against the side of his head. "Ah, it's fine. This is mostly for me, and to remember people who aren't here anymore." A smile, though that one is a bit more sad.

    He takes a breath, looks down at his tomestone in the snow near Remee. "Don't think anyone else is coming, so..." He wipes his hands, and smiles. "Bit of a show, sorry."

    And then he's kicking snow on the fire of the oven, plunging the whole campsite into darkness, save for the now smouldering embers of the stove.
Remee Halcyon "Sorry, what's-"

Darkness.

A set of red eyes look back at N'raha now, adjusting to the darkness of the camp. "What's a bit of a show?"
N'Raha     In the darkness, N'raha murmurs. "This is the first time I'm doin' this for anyone what isn't my partner so... go easy."

    "In the beginning, when mortals first beheld the world, there was the day, and the night. The light and the dark. And they knew as it grew colder and colder, the dark grew stronger and stronger, longer and longer." Remee can see Raha plodding about a bit in the dim light as her senses refocus. He's over at the altar now, looking up at the night sky.

    And when the first among mortals found magic... the first spell that any of them learned, the most primal spell?"

    The miqo'te holds up his palm, and... Remee can sense the effort he's making, to conjure up a simple little spark of heat and warmth. "...was a light, to stave off the darkness."
Remee Halcyon "Oooooh..."

In the sudden light, for a moment, does Remee have an unusually long face? Oh, wait, no, it's human.

"The first spell... a little spark of warmth..."
N'Raha     Raha sighs, the words coming easier. "That light mirrored the sparks of other stars in the night's sky, leading people home again. Where more people could push back the night. And the days grew longer and longer, and warmer and warmer, and then once more life sprung up around the sphere."
N'Raha     And then Raha tosses that spark into the pile of tinder and wood, and it sparks hot, and fierce in the night. "And that's why we light the pyre at the Solstice. To help start that fire, that light, that warmth to push back the deep dark cold, and begin the year anew."
Remee Halcyon Remee claps her hands together.

"A fresh start!"

"Ah ha ha... I could use a fresh start..."
N'Raha     And in the sudden fire light, Raha laughs a bit. "And then this is the part where Mr. Dresden or Inga would do stuff with the goat's blood on the altar, but uhhhhh, I'm not a proper wizard or sage like them, so." He waves his hands out, and looks down at the blood on his robes. "I DID sacrifice it the right way, though."

    And then he jerks a thumb at the oven. "Should be done in there, it's been going a few hours."
Remee Halcyon "Ah - don't have any magic here either, not like... proper magic, anyway."

Remee immediately gets up when Raha indicates its food time. "Yes please! Here, I'll handle carving it, then..."
N'Raha     Raha laughs, and picks up his axe, and moves to crack open the oven. "I think that's what you were more interested in." He chuckles, and then peels the goat out of the big leaves it was wrapped up in, brushing off the clay and dirt. "Dig in?"