Mood: A musician’s song rises above the gathered crowd, winging its way towards his love, as candlelight dances across her dark curls.
Smells Like: Sweet currant, embraced by resinous roots, and entwined by tempting vanilla.
It is time for merry men and fair maids to gather once more to don their finery, their kirtles and kilts, bodices and bows, and frolic among the trees and tents.
A boisterous gathering beckons beneath a blue sky. Music floats through the trees as the savory and sweet fragrances rise from stalls. Horses stamp at the lists, ready for their knights to ride them into battle, and players make merry on a rough wooden stage.
The sun has returned and with it the joyous days of celebrations and meetings, old friends reunited, and new companies formed.