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It was a week before Pas Esvada, and all throughout Elbion.
Standing just a few meters from the city square, Alistair clutched the edge of his fur-trimmed robes and looked around dumbly. The spires of the college and the the rooftops of the city were covered in snow, and a thick layer of sleet covered the street. Exams were over, but the college had been snowed in for several days and students had to sleep in the lecture rooms. Alistair and his friends hadn't got out until that morning, and there was week to go until Pas Esvada and none of them had bought presents for each other. The holiday was celebrated across Arethil, and different cultures had varying interpretations of what it meant, as well as different ways of celebrating.
He still didn't understand why the Professors hadn't just used telekinesis to push the snow out the way. Apparently that was too dangerous. Either way, being stuck at college after the term was over had left him decidedly pissy, and Cosmin's complaining didn't help. Night was falling, and they still hadn't got everything they needed.
And where the fuck was Tristan?
"Cos, where is Tristan?" Alistair asked, his arms full of shopping bags. There was a turkey in there somewhere.
Cosmin was busy looking at the front window of a bookstore. Alistair wasn't sure if he was even listening. He had a week to organize the Pas feast, then him and his mates had to put on their robes and sing carols at the college service. And he hadn't had any time to practice. The students were going home until the day, when there would be a huge feast in the city which was organized on behalf of the college.
"Cos!" He shouted.
Hauling bags of shopping up, he ran across the street and met Cosmin out the front of the window, "where's Tristan, I thought he was with you?" He asked, his hair covered in snow.
"And you still haven't told me what you want for Pas," he demanded. He was frustrated now. Every time he had asked Cosmin he said he didn't know. How was he supposed to buy a present for a guy who only liked abstract nonsense? Then again, Alistair had no idea what he wanted either.
There was a pause and he swallowed a long sigh, then exhaled. He peeked out from above the mound of shopping in his hands and slumped his shoulders, then rolled his eyes. He had a list somewhere, but couldn't reach it beneath the mound of stuff in his arms. Muttering to himself, he ran through everything they needed before the feast on Pas Esvada day, including presents, food and decorations. They still hadn't put up the fucking tree. It was laying in the college grounds near the latrine. Squirming beneath his shopping, Alistair gave up, then dropped a ham and a wreath onto the snow. With his free hand, he dove into his robe and grabbed the list.
"Okay, let's see what we need," he gasped.
After a quick skim of the list, he turned to face Cosmin, "Cos, did you get the stuff for the potato salad?"
Standing just a few meters from the city square, Alistair clutched the edge of his fur-trimmed robes and looked around dumbly. The spires of the college and the the rooftops of the city were covered in snow, and a thick layer of sleet covered the street. Exams were over, but the college had been snowed in for several days and students had to sleep in the lecture rooms. Alistair and his friends hadn't got out until that morning, and there was week to go until Pas Esvada and none of them had bought presents for each other. The holiday was celebrated across Arethil, and different cultures had varying interpretations of what it meant, as well as different ways of celebrating.
He still didn't understand why the Professors hadn't just used telekinesis to push the snow out the way. Apparently that was too dangerous. Either way, being stuck at college after the term was over had left him decidedly pissy, and Cosmin's complaining didn't help. Night was falling, and they still hadn't got everything they needed.
And where the fuck was Tristan?
"Cos, where is Tristan?" Alistair asked, his arms full of shopping bags. There was a turkey in there somewhere.
Cosmin was busy looking at the front window of a bookstore. Alistair wasn't sure if he was even listening. He had a week to organize the Pas feast, then him and his mates had to put on their robes and sing carols at the college service. And he hadn't had any time to practice. The students were going home until the day, when there would be a huge feast in the city which was organized on behalf of the college.
"Cos!" He shouted.
Hauling bags of shopping up, he ran across the street and met Cosmin out the front of the window, "where's Tristan, I thought he was with you?" He asked, his hair covered in snow.
"And you still haven't told me what you want for Pas," he demanded. He was frustrated now. Every time he had asked Cosmin he said he didn't know. How was he supposed to buy a present for a guy who only liked abstract nonsense? Then again, Alistair had no idea what he wanted either.
There was a pause and he swallowed a long sigh, then exhaled. He peeked out from above the mound of shopping in his hands and slumped his shoulders, then rolled his eyes. He had a list somewhere, but couldn't reach it beneath the mound of stuff in his arms. Muttering to himself, he ran through everything they needed before the feast on Pas Esvada day, including presents, food and decorations. They still hadn't put up the fucking tree. It was laying in the college grounds near the latrine. Squirming beneath his shopping, Alistair gave up, then dropped a ham and a wreath onto the snow. With his free hand, he dove into his robe and grabbed the list.
"Okay, let's see what we need," he gasped.
After a quick skim of the list, he turned to face Cosmin, "Cos, did you get the stuff for the potato salad?"
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