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Asvari had been born at the very border of Withermore, but his family and his town had still celebrated Halhain with great respect and festivities. One giant bonfire would be held in the town’s centre, and several smaller ones on farms a bit outside of town. Putting food outside for recently deceased, while celebrating their lives.
When his town had been attacked and wiped from the map, celebrating Halhain had become less festive, more necessary, and more saddening.
After he broke away from his grandmother and the survivors of the town, he no longer knew who was alive and who wasn’t. And he simply placed food out for all of them, always in secret, afraid someone might see him do it and realise he was doing it.
It made for a heavy feeling in his gut whenever this time of year came around, but it was different now. He was actually going to be in charge of making sure these things ran their course properly. He’d spend the weeks before the change of seasons connecting with people from the three major courts, ensuring all three main holidays could be celebrated next to each other and bring everyone together rather than push them apart. Even if right now it was just symbolic, as he had no actual power yet.
And then when Halhain was actually there, he was whipped. Tired and contented, yet sleepy and saddened. His seeking Evelyn’s company was more out of a selfish need to not be the one to take the reins than anything else.
He slid into her home without being invited, though he thought she might expect him. He’d hinted at it a few times now, and hoped she had caught up on it. Of course, if she already had company, he’d gladly step aside, or perhaps share, if she so wished.
