Nova Peak [nd] Φ

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painted in blue and white, skorpa felt himself stretched too full with feasting, heady with fermented flora. it was a more jubilant feast than he had ever recalled, and only with a dane's internal twinge did skorpa find rejoicing too in the fact that there was no battle to be fought thereafter.

his thickly accented tongue loosened with the plumfruit; skorpa by turns sang aloud some flyt, or caught ayovi into his arms for a gentle dance that hopefully did not jostle her so much.

the sound of life and of delight and of spring was all around them.

their family was whole, their trusted ones here.

skorpa was content, turning now for a refreshing drink of mintwater as burnbrand eyes searched among the faces.

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