Cylus 10th 721
10th: The moons are full in the sky and the annual mating season for the lunar moths has arrived. The citizens find places around the city to sit and watch the event. The sky is filled with lunar moths causing the sky to turn a beautiful bright white as the light reflects off the wings of the moths. (unmodded)
"Oh..." Strifa, who'd been smiling, frowned sympathetically toward Diana, and sat beside her bed. She brushed Diana's hair behind her ear, kindly. "You need to get out. Have some fun. Think of this as an opportunity to enjoy some much deserved free time!"
Diana shrugged and turned over in the bed. Strifa was heard to sigh. "Well if you change your mind, I'll be around the Lunar Moth festival, near the Tienite Reavers. They're having an exposition of their best statues. I heard they're beautiful in the lunar light... Take care, Diana." And so, her Hex-mate excused herself
Breaks later, Diana awoke again, and saw by the time glass that the tenth had not yet run out of sand. Sighing to herself, Diana hauled herself out of bed and began dressing for the freezing weather. Within a few bits, she was bundled up like a walking pile of furs.
She threw her white buckskin overdress on top of her chemise. The neckline and short sleeves were trimmed with white and gray furs, the arms of her chemise extending down to her wrists. Over this, she wrapped several other layers. A heavy coat of whitened caribou hide, the front of which was lined with red-stained wooden buttons. Finally, she threw over it all a hooded mantle of gray wolf skins. She reached down into her neck, and saw the blue-quartz ice shard pendant. Smiling at the sweet memory that accompanied its gifting, she tucked it back under her mantle. She made for the doorway to her apartment.
Leaving it behind, without bothering to lock, Diana made her way toward the part of the city where Strifa said she'd be.
The Reaver's workhouse was an impressive complex of stone. There, they made the finest ice sculptures, realized in either sun or moonlight, all year round in frozen Viden. Here, Diana stopped by one of the statues. She recognized it as the likeness of Treid, the recently resurrected Immortal consort of Yvithia. Around her neck, should almost forgot about that keepsake given to the folk that had discovered her half-buried in the Southern Continent, and nursed her back to health. She looked at the ice-shard pendant. Carved from ice-like quartz, and hanging from a chain of silver, it retained its shine, especially in the light of the lunar moths.
She remembered those people sweetly, though they'd parted in the winter of the year following her waking in that cavern in the south, they'd left her with something to remember them by. She'd always wondered if the jewelry had some significance when it was gifted to her, or if it was mere happenstance that it just happened to be an ice shard. In either event, she enjoyed the synchronicity of the ice shard pendant, and Treid's form carved by the reavers and illuminated by lunar moths.
Here though, she held it in her hands as she beheld the sight of Treid's form, in Ice Sculpture, lit on the edges and playing beautifully upon the lunar moth's light.