let the celebrations begin!
The last light has faded. The bonfire is lit and the fireflies are glowing merrily. The scent of wood-smoke is in the air. Three of the identical serving men have taken up instruments from the bower and have begun to play, varying between soft ballads and dancing tunes. By the fire, a large silver pail holds small, glittering crystals
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Spotting Bryn, and the glass of nectar in her hand, Nieta paused and grinned, "Does it taste nice?"
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"It's delicious. I've never had anything quite like this before," she replied. Bryn looked truly happy. There was something about her contentedness that made her glow, made her seem warm. Bryn looked to Nieta's cups of wine and wreathes with curiosity. "And yours? I haven't tried anything else yet."
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She caught the glance at the wreathes, "Would you like one?"
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"I would love one, thank you," she replied, more than happy to participate in the festivities. "Are we celebrating anything in particular tonight?"
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"Nothing particular. I think once this was called the summer lights festival, so it is always for the beauty of midsummer. But we have just called it Holloway's."
"Why? Is there something you would usually celebrate now?" She doesn't if Bryn is from an America that still celebrates the fourth of July, or even if she's from Earth. But she sounds like she is, and that is enough for Nieta to tease.
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"Well, in a couple weeks or so, we would be celebrating the Fourth of July," she commented, picking up the glass of wine to give it a try. She took a sip, considering Nieta's question. "Though I haven't for the last few years so, I imagine I would be celebrating the same thing as here, more or less."
It wasn't as if she paid much attention to the holidays back home. Not anymore. She pushed the thought aside as quickly as it came with a sip of the wine. It bubbled on her tongue, but Bryn found that for all it tasted clearly of alcohol, she rather liked it. "This is quite good," she commented with a smile.
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"Unless you have tried something like them before and like that kind of drink already?"
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"May I ask where you're from originally? You mentioned home and I realized I didn't know where that was for you," Bryn said, looking curiously at the other woman.
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"I am from Brazil, Earth, 2010." Once upon a time, adding 'Earth' to her home address would have been a joke. Nieta pauses, "Do you know the year that it was before you came here?"
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She couldn't pin it down any more than that. Bryn wasn't exactly keeping a calendar in the mountains. Time had ceased to have as much meaning.
"Northern California," Bryn added.
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As she lowered her glass, she spoke carefully through a more subdued smile. "I..moved up into a more...mountainous region a few years ago. Didn't much pay attention to what day of the week it was." Or month. She remembered how many winters had passed, however, and that it was the beginning of Spring. It was better than not knowing at all.
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"Still, that spring is not so far from when I remember. That is good," She nudged the other playfully, though not hard enough to upset any glasses, "We can both be terrible at old fashions together. Though I think you have learned faster than me." She nods at the dress.
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"I think you look great," she confessed. These styles were did not flatter many, but in Bryn's opinion, Nieta carried it well. After looking both ways to see if they weren't likely to be easily overheard, she leaned in toward the woman and spoke in lowered tones.
"Does it look alright? I wasn't quite sure what I was doing," Bryn said, uncertainty clear on her face. "I'm pretty sure I didn't put on anything backwards at least..."
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