Holidays and Traditions

Holidays across Muunfel vary with the people. There are some regional variants that all center around the same idea but which are attributed to different gods. For example, a spring thaw festival over most of the continent celebrates the children of the earth god Kuro and their stewardship over plants and animals. However, in Rutan, the harsh desert nation, the same festival is held in honor of the god of storms, Elias, in the hopes that he will bring them plentiful rains.

Most people will have a low key celebration of the New Year on the first of Queen’s Eyes. It celebrates another cycle in the passing of time, and a new beginning. The Fae celebrate it for nine days, some for an excuse to party and others for their respect of the cycle.

Some other holidays found throughout Muunfel:

  • Korvasin has a Festival Day on the birthday of the reigning monarch, though it is mostly celebrated in the cities – more rural folk will actually prepare all year to bring some of their produce into more populated areas to sell.
  • Korvasin also shares a holiday with the Fae, in remembrance of the battle in which a previous king oversaw the maiming of a previous Una of the Fae. It is a somber day of reflection.
  • In Rutan, there is a three-day celebration of the formation of the Rebel Kingdom, one day for each of three key figures in the success of the rebellion: Aaron and Leah Stride, spies for the rebels, and Vale Rutan Galen, the first king of Rutan.
  • Genfierz celebrates the birthday of one of its most prominent inventors: James Mercy, the innovator of steam power. His contribution to the mainstream importance of invention is honored all over the country.

Letters from Camp

Keeping up with the goal is still proving to be a doable challenge. I was so tired all weekend and still managed to get some things done. Haven’t done any yet for today, but who cares, right? Who doesn’t want a letter from camp?!


Word Count: 9203/20000

Excerpt:

“Lady Stride,” one of the guards at the door greeted her. Leah nodded patiently, and the man gave her a stiff bow at the waist. “It’s been some time since we saw you passing this way. Not since before Festival Day, I believe.”

She smiled. Last time, she had met with Aaron to pass along all the information she had gathered, and he had updated her on the state of things out in the desert. As far as the guard knew, she’d had a simple stroll up the waterfront to see a family friend in Northcrown.

“Things have been busy in the Higher Perches,” she admitted, raising one eyebrow conspiratorially. “You’re not looking for gossip, I trust?”

Letters from Camp

Getting there! I’ve been having a lot of fun getting into this story. I may even be able to continue past my goal once I’ve reached the 20k!


Word Count: 13307 / 20000

Excerpt:

“My brother is an exception, not the rule,” Leah interjected, and then looked down hastily. “Forgive me, Your Majesty.”

“It’s … that’s quite alright,” Cole said, the sound of pleasant surprise coloring his voice. When Leah looked up, keeping her embarrassment on her face, he had a faint smile on his face. “I could not have put it better myself.”

There are many things in which you could not best me, O King, Leah thought to herself, though she merely nodded.

“Thank you, sir.”

Letters from Camp

And I made a lot more progress than I expected today! Still not quite 1k words, but more than I had planned (and more than I need to keep on track). I’ve begun writing a different character, and I love her already. I swear, she’s just like her brother when she takes the wheel on the story!


Word Count: 11760 / 20000

Excerpt: 

“Miss?” a timid voice called from her doorway, drawing Leah Stride from her thoughts. She looked up, her eyebrows rising just so and her lips parting in a show of delicate surprise. Like the careful, coiled braids tying her rich brown hair back, every bit of Leah’s demeanor was put in place with utmost care.

She could never relax from playing her part, but if it meant what she hoped, she would continue until the day she no longer breathed. “Yes, El?” she greeted the young maid with a pretty smile that reached her cornflower eyes.