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We taguel often call humans the 'dreaming race' {Closed RP blog for ShieldsofSeals}
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Harvest Festival
Shops and stalls lined the area, bright colours and merriment filled her senses as she examined her surroundings. As far as she understood, the harvest festival was an attempt of the man-spawn to celebrate the season. It was a worthy cause to commemorate, but she was still reserved in nature. So as the annual event was nearing it’s end, Panne choose only now to join the other soldiers.
Surveying as she walked, she couldn’t help but criticize. Taguel had similar festivities and she made comparisons as she saw them. The games of humans were materialistic, the smells and colours were distracting at best and nothing like the culture she holds dear. She remembers the warmth of her kin, the happiness and symbolism that fades from her memories the older she becomes. It was a bittersweet feeling to acknowledge, but it was brought on by herself so she refused to linger.
The warmth was still present, although in a different form. Her new warren was joyous and the symbolism of the activities - while strange, still held significant meaning that hers did as well. The purpose of a festival was honoured, and as she curiously inspected a stall’s merchandise she felt a smile on her face.
They were serving roasted carrots, she should have joined sooner.
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Dark skies and cold nights were common in November. Panne sat by the fire, offering her time this evening to watch the camp. Threat of frost growing ever nearer welcomed the warmth of the fire, though such things mattered not with thick fur. Her guard duty was uneventful so far, sounds from the forest were scarce even for her ears. The roar of the fire was emphasized by the silence, and she only hoped it wouldn’t become a distraction.
To be alone on her date of birth, it was like this every year. Hours in the day were few but she grew to appreciate it. She was content, and as she ate her late meal she couldn’t help but be thankful to survive another year.
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