In the aftermath of the decisive fight against Szofrit and the magia under her control relations between Falderen and Astorea had become tenser than ever. The Starcalled, once seen as otherwordly heroes that had shown up to protect the land from threats too great for mere mortals to handle, were now considered by many to be a threat themselves, immortal invaders who brought misfortune with them. Many Landers would argue that before the Starcalled arrived life had been peaceful, which made their achievements of repelling threats ring hollow.
Falderen's aristocracy, which had considered the Starcalled a threat to their established power from the very beginning, had seized this opportunity to strengthen their influence over the population and the government, and soon large swathes of the Lander kingdom no longer welcomed any Starcalled, whether they be magia or flesh.
Fortunately this stance wasn't universal, and in places where the people were more personally familiar with Starcalled these immortals could still find friendship and comfort.
Such was the case for Honeyhome, possibly the most Starcalled-friendly location remaining with Falderen's borders. As this was were all new Starcalled entered this world the villagers were more than familiar with their odd nature, accepting them as friends and fellows no matter how quirky. This was aided by the fact that many of the Starcalled also held a benevolent attitude towards the otherwise unremarkable village: if anything ever threatened Honeyhome most likely over half of all the Starcalled would immediately return to the first settlement they happened upon in this world to protect it.
Vina really liked Honeyhome, and would frequently return to it for no other reason than to enjoy its peaceful atmosphere, meeting up with old friends and performing at the local tavern. The villagers could recognise her silver fur from kilometres away, as well as her melodious voice riding the breeze, so as she approached the village those who looked forward to her return would already be waiting.
It was late in the afternoon when Vina entered the tavern she was so familiar with, smiling brightly as she greeted and was greeted by so many familiar faces. After spending some time catching up and enjoying some drinks and snacks the playful vixen finally moved to a spot by the hearth where the floor had been kept empty. The tavern wasn't big enough for an official stage, but it was clear that if someone wished to perform within these stone walls this was the place to do it.
The small amount of alcohol she'd already enjoyed had loosened Vina's lips, and before long her voice would spread throughout the tavern, silken smooth and pleasing the ears of all who were present to listen to her. Standing there her body swayed in tune with the rhythm as she sang about a hero, and while the people of this world might not know about the specifics a hero's ballad was popular in any tavern.
As summer had reached Falderen windows had been opened to let some much-needed fresh air in, allowing the sounds of liveliness within the tavern to also be heard by those passing by outside. The sound of people enjoying food, drinks, and conversation, and underneath it all Vina's song, bringing to mind legends and myths of heroes going on fantastical adventures.
@Harper
Falderen's aristocracy, which had considered the Starcalled a threat to their established power from the very beginning, had seized this opportunity to strengthen their influence over the population and the government, and soon large swathes of the Lander kingdom no longer welcomed any Starcalled, whether they be magia or flesh.
Fortunately this stance wasn't universal, and in places where the people were more personally familiar with Starcalled these immortals could still find friendship and comfort.
Such was the case for Honeyhome, possibly the most Starcalled-friendly location remaining with Falderen's borders. As this was were all new Starcalled entered this world the villagers were more than familiar with their odd nature, accepting them as friends and fellows no matter how quirky. This was aided by the fact that many of the Starcalled also held a benevolent attitude towards the otherwise unremarkable village: if anything ever threatened Honeyhome most likely over half of all the Starcalled would immediately return to the first settlement they happened upon in this world to protect it.
Vina really liked Honeyhome, and would frequently return to it for no other reason than to enjoy its peaceful atmosphere, meeting up with old friends and performing at the local tavern. The villagers could recognise her silver fur from kilometres away, as well as her melodious voice riding the breeze, so as she approached the village those who looked forward to her return would already be waiting.
It was late in the afternoon when Vina entered the tavern she was so familiar with, smiling brightly as she greeted and was greeted by so many familiar faces. After spending some time catching up and enjoying some drinks and snacks the playful vixen finally moved to a spot by the hearth where the floor had been kept empty. The tavern wasn't big enough for an official stage, but it was clear that if someone wished to perform within these stone walls this was the place to do it.
The small amount of alcohol she'd already enjoyed had loosened Vina's lips, and before long her voice would spread throughout the tavern, silken smooth and pleasing the ears of all who were present to listen to her. Standing there her body swayed in tune with the rhythm as she sang about a hero, and while the people of this world might not know about the specifics a hero's ballad was popular in any tavern.
As summer had reached Falderen windows had been opened to let some much-needed fresh air in, allowing the sounds of liveliness within the tavern to also be heard by those passing by outside. The sound of people enjoying food, drinks, and conversation, and underneath it all Vina's song, bringing to mind legends and myths of heroes going on fantastical adventures.
@Harper