It wasn’t yet noon and the city was already a live with the sounds of revelry. Alric toyed with his simple mask as he watched the gathering crowds from his window. Ebou Dari in elaborate costumes thronged the streets and the smells of a hundred different dishes filled the air. Even at the height of winter, many of the revelers wore revealing costumes. He’d have to remember to point some of them out to Andra. She would enjoy looking, even if she had chose a more reserved costume for herself.
A distant boom and crackle told them that somebody in the city was letting off night flowers. Some eager partier couldn’t wait till sundown. A cheer went up anyway and Alric grinned. “Looks like the party’s already going at full force,” he observed, eager to join the festivities. He stood bare chested, clad only in tight black britches and his carefully shined boots. The rest of his costume lay in a feathered heap on their bed. He buckled on his sword belt and paused before reaching for the cape. “Do you want me to help you with your buttons, Dear?” he asked, experimenting with the sweet name.
A distant boom and crackle told them that somebody in the city was letting off night flowers. Some eager partier couldn’t wait till sundown. A cheer went up anyway and Alric grinned. “Looks like the party’s already going at full force,” he observed, eager to join the festivities. He stood bare chested, clad only in tight black britches and his carefully shined boots. The rest of his costume lay in a feathered heap on their bed. He buckled on his sword belt and paused before reaching for the cape. “Do you want me to help you with your buttons, Dear?” he asked, experimenting with the sweet name.