6th Ashan, 717
The atmosphere in the classroom was one of eager anticipation as Tei'serin watched the children enter, and get settled down. They whispered among themselves excitedly, and Tei'serin simply allowed it. She could hardly blame them. Any festival was a cause for celebration, and the Festival of Languages was one of her favorites; it always had been. Perhaps she loved the day so much because of her own heritage.
She was a Sev'ryn, and although she had never been to Desnind, the home of the people she had been born into, she had thrived on stories about her heritage as a young child. Her favorite bedtime stories had been about the animal spirit familiars that were linked to the souls of every Sev'ryn. When she was little, her mother had always promised her that she would find hers some day, and when that happened, she would truly be complete.
By right of birth, she was a full blooded Sev'ryn. But in a sense, she was a Biqaj, too. The only man she had ever known as a father had been a Biqaj. And when he married her mother, he had adopted her, adding her to his large, boisterous family of sea traders. Tei'serin's fondest memories as a child were of the time she'd lived on their ship. The constant fresh, tangy scent of the sea, and the cooling spray of sea mist as the ship plowed through the waves. Song filled nights surrounded by family. She had been loved, and cherished despite not being one of them by birth. Though vague, her memories of that time were often all that kept her going from trial to trial now. She had been loved once. Happy. And perhaps...someday...she could find that happiness once more.
When the ship she'd called home sank off the coast of Ne'haer, and her father died soon afterwards, her world had shattered. Thorin had brought her out to Treth, installing her on a small farm out in the woods. The farming community had been unlike anything she had ever known, and at first, Tei'serin hadn't known what to make of it. Living on a ship, and traveling from one port to the next was a far cry from living in one place all the time. But there was a sense of peace here that Tei'serin craved. A sense of belonging. The people of the village, and the farmers who lived nearby were a family of sorts. Not by blood, perhaps...but by purpose. Everyone helped everyone else, and lived content in the belief that they would be offered help in turn should they ever need it. Living isolated on her farm the way she did, Tei'serin lived at the edge of that family. But she felt a part of it all the same. As a teacher, she was a welcome part of the community. A small, but diverse community made up of several different races that called Treth home. And it was that diversity that they were celebrating now.
By now, the children were all settled in their seats, so Tei'serin called class to order, and took attendance. With that done, it was time to address the class.
"Welcome to the Festival of Languages. Is everyone ready to share their presentations with the class? Remember that we will be voting for our favorites when everyone has had their chance to show their work. The three students with the best presentations will give their presentations to the entire village during the feast this evening."
At the beginning of the last week of Cylus, Tei'serin had given her class a project to work on. In anticipation of the holiday, she had assigned everyone to put together a presentation about the race that their family was a part of. She had left it up to the students to decide what they wanted to say in their presentations. Some would likely stick to the well known facts about their races. But it was Tei'serin's hope that the children would learn a lot about the different races, and cultures that their classmates hailed from. These presentations would be a way for the class to celebrate the holiday together before joining the festivities of the village. One of the requirements was that each child say something in the language or languages spoken by their race, and teach these phrases to their classmates in the spirit of the holiday. But the rest was up to them. Tei'serin wondered with eager anticipation what her students had come up with.
The atmosphere in the classroom was one of eager anticipation as Tei'serin watched the children enter, and get settled down. They whispered among themselves excitedly, and Tei'serin simply allowed it. She could hardly blame them. Any festival was a cause for celebration, and the Festival of Languages was one of her favorites; it always had been. Perhaps she loved the day so much because of her own heritage.
She was a Sev'ryn, and although she had never been to Desnind, the home of the people she had been born into, she had thrived on stories about her heritage as a young child. Her favorite bedtime stories had been about the animal spirit familiars that were linked to the souls of every Sev'ryn. When she was little, her mother had always promised her that she would find hers some day, and when that happened, she would truly be complete.
By right of birth, she was a full blooded Sev'ryn. But in a sense, she was a Biqaj, too. The only man she had ever known as a father had been a Biqaj. And when he married her mother, he had adopted her, adding her to his large, boisterous family of sea traders. Tei'serin's fondest memories as a child were of the time she'd lived on their ship. The constant fresh, tangy scent of the sea, and the cooling spray of sea mist as the ship plowed through the waves. Song filled nights surrounded by family. She had been loved, and cherished despite not being one of them by birth. Though vague, her memories of that time were often all that kept her going from trial to trial now. She had been loved once. Happy. And perhaps...someday...she could find that happiness once more.
When the ship she'd called home sank off the coast of Ne'haer, and her father died soon afterwards, her world had shattered. Thorin had brought her out to Treth, installing her on a small farm out in the woods. The farming community had been unlike anything she had ever known, and at first, Tei'serin hadn't known what to make of it. Living on a ship, and traveling from one port to the next was a far cry from living in one place all the time. But there was a sense of peace here that Tei'serin craved. A sense of belonging. The people of the village, and the farmers who lived nearby were a family of sorts. Not by blood, perhaps...but by purpose. Everyone helped everyone else, and lived content in the belief that they would be offered help in turn should they ever need it. Living isolated on her farm the way she did, Tei'serin lived at the edge of that family. But she felt a part of it all the same. As a teacher, she was a welcome part of the community. A small, but diverse community made up of several different races that called Treth home. And it was that diversity that they were celebrating now.
By now, the children were all settled in their seats, so Tei'serin called class to order, and took attendance. With that done, it was time to address the class.
"Welcome to the Festival of Languages. Is everyone ready to share their presentations with the class? Remember that we will be voting for our favorites when everyone has had their chance to show their work. The three students with the best presentations will give their presentations to the entire village during the feast this evening."
At the beginning of the last week of Cylus, Tei'serin had given her class a project to work on. In anticipation of the holiday, she had assigned everyone to put together a presentation about the race that their family was a part of. She had left it up to the students to decide what they wanted to say in their presentations. Some would likely stick to the well known facts about their races. But it was Tei'serin's hope that the children would learn a lot about the different races, and cultures that their classmates hailed from. These presentations would be a way for the class to celebrate the holiday together before joining the festivities of the village. One of the requirements was that each child say something in the language or languages spoken by their race, and teach these phrases to their classmates in the spirit of the holiday. But the rest was up to them. Tei'serin wondered with eager anticipation what her students had come up with.