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tanaquiljallA follow up to yesterday's Traditional.
Day 249
as part of the Heavens' Embroidered Cloths series.
First of all things the stars of heaven
Coming home, Faramir found the hall was littered with piled greenery and other mysterious packages: preparations were in hand for the ball Éowyn would host the night before mettarë.
Stepping into the Great Room, he gaped. The walls were hung with dark blue velvet, onto which the mistress of the wardrobe was pinning silver-threaded roundels in familiar patterns – the Swordsman, the Sickle of the Valar, the Butterfly – to honour the Kindler at the dark of the year.
Suddenly aware Éowyn was at his side, he murmured, "I had thought it was but a dream from childhood. How did you know?"
Day 249
as part of the Heavens' Embroidered Cloths series.First of all things the stars of heaven
Coming home, Faramir found the hall was littered with piled greenery and other mysterious packages: preparations were in hand for the ball Éowyn would host the night before mettarë.
Stepping into the Great Room, he gaped. The walls were hung with dark blue velvet, onto which the mistress of the wardrobe was pinning silver-threaded roundels in familiar patterns – the Swordsman, the Sickle of the Valar, the Butterfly – to honour the Kindler at the dark of the year.
Suddenly aware Éowyn was at his side, he murmured, "I had thought it was but a dream from childhood. How did you know?"
