The tavern hummed with warmth and laughter, its wooden beams covered with garlands of dried herbs and paper stars. Fir branches braided with crimson ribbons hung from the walls, their scent mingling with the sharp tang of spiced mead.
A bard perched near the hearth played a cheerful tune, his hat tipped jauntily as patrons clapped or hit the tables with fists in time to the beat. Plates of honeyed pastries and sugared nuts made their rounds, passed from table to table with generous smiles.
Taryn slumped into her seat at the corner table, peeling off her gloves. "Remind me why we're doing this."
"Because it's Bountiful Hearth Day," Lucien replied, sliding her a large mug of mead. "And because you need a reason to scowl that isn't me."
As if on cue, a roar erupted from the bar. A large man in a patchwork coat stood on his chair, tankard raised high. "To our Bountiful Hearth!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the room.
Hey readers!
This little holiday interlude is my gift to you—a warm, festive detour from the usual chaos of Taryn, Lucien, and Kah’el’s world. Think of it as a bonus scene, like finding a surprise chocolate in your advent calendar. It doesn’t exactly fit into the timeline, but I couldn’t resist the idea of our favorite trio in a tavern full of holiday cheer, rolling dice, and trading banter over mugs of spiced mead.
That said, if you want to imagine this as canon, go for it—make it your own! I just hope it brings a smile to your face and a little extra warmth to your day.
Happy Bountiful Hearth Day (or whatever you celebrate)! Cheers to shared stories, cozy vibes, and the occasional absurd boast about saving villages with oversized fish. Be back tomorrow with normal updates!
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