Among the town of Moonflower flowers begin to bloom with the rising sun that had not felt so warm in months. A dew settles over the open patches of grass and windows. From the trees birds begin to sing as a radiance washes the horizon. The first day of spring in Templehelm has arrived.
Light pierces through the stained windows of Ada’s house. Her face scrunches, and slowly she opens her eyes. For a moment, she enjoyed taking in the ambiance of her room. She laid there serenaded by the finches outside, and the snoring of Hazel just out of her view.
Eventually, the duty of the day wills her out of bed, and towards her wardrobe. On the door she had picked out an outfit prior for this day. A special day. She turns to leave once fully prepped, only to stop for a moment to look back at Hazel still asleep on the bed.
Ada smiles, sneaking back over to the bed to place a card beside Hazel’s slack hand, and gives her a peck on the cheek before she ventures to the beach of this exciting party. On the way, she makes sure her pin is fastened to her low-cut shirt tightly. The clown face on the pendant gleamed in the light of the first Spring morning.A sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips as she saw a trio of golems on the beachfront hoisting poles up for the canapes. Afar she saw Condor banging nails through the board of the newly made stage. Stepping through the developing festival area, she focused her gaze on the grand blue ship at rest just before the beach. On the deck, she smiles at the sight of vibrantly-colored frogs working in a line to pass around and spread the bounty of snacks across the deck floor. Mealworms, grubs, maggots and insects. At the top of the compost bin where these delicacies were being harvested from was Roger the white frog who helped prepare all this. No doubt sampling the food to assure the highest quality.In her ear an effeminate voice chimes in. “The notes are ready, though I ask if this is all worth it for your ego.” Ada turned back to the beach, stepping back towards the field.
“This is a religiously sanctioned event, Virginia. It’s just a grand party for the turn of the season.” Ada said nonchalantly as she spotted a stripped-down golem holding a packed envelope. “And if a lesson can be made from this for Svarog, all the greater.”For the late morning, Ada heads around the hotspots of Templehelm, leaving notes and flyers for a grand festival hosted by Svarog at her home. All the while continuing the chat with her assistant. “Yes because there is not a better lesson than to not pull a prank on the mighty Ada Do O’ Grant, is there.” Virginia said, dripping with sarcasm.Ada walks under the shade of one of Moonflower’s many cherry tree branches, revealing brief streaks of pale-white makeup and blonde hair before reverting back to Ada’s more natural appearance. “She wedded Beroe without telling me, Virginia.”“Actually Magister, going through their vows and the ceremony, I can validate that the only region in Templehelm their vows would be legally binding is Tyrmrdis, where Svarog has no such jurisdiction to wed people.”Ada hums as she slips a note under the next door on her visit list, addressing it to Byron, though he seemed to have had a misprint, stating the party to be an hour later than intended. “It’s the principal of things, Virginia.”“And so your plan is to humiliate Svarog, leave her to clean up the mess and expect she will concede after all your specially invited guests cause havoc?” Ada folds an invitation to a paper plane, and tosses it into the hallway of The Abbey. “Well no. I’ll incentivize her to concede.”“And how are you going to do that? By pantsing her in front of everyone if she says no?” After a long day, Ada returns to the complete festival grounds, now with a wooden box under her arm. “Pirates love treasure, Virginia. And this one loves dragons most of all.” She taps her fingers on the box, ready to watch Svarog’s Springtime party commence.
