Weary after a week long of domestic cleaning after the Imbolc events, I took my weekly bath and polished my wings to fly better and went into Dragon's Baine, the village Pub. There I found all the folks hovering over Lady Fawkes Devoix who was in labor with her first child. She was very brave and all the women assisted her in the Healing Hut on Saturday. At 6:16 pm that evening Lady Fawkes delivered a 6.6 lb 22 inch long baby girl. She has been named Luna Eloise and is the spitting image of her mother. It was a happy day on Saturday. Luna is our first village baby and she is already greatly loved. The lady folk will be hosting a Celebration Party for Lady Fawkes and Luna on Saturday in the pub, details to be announced later.
If Saturday had been blissfully pleasant, Sunday was the complete opposite. The town folk began to be harassed by campaigners for the upcoming Council election. The beauty of our village has been tarnished by campaign posters already. Why, as soon as I entered the Market Area, I was handed campaign literature by Lady Fawkes Devoix who was out campaigning after birthing Luna last night. My oh my.
The town folk gathered at noontide in the Elven Hall to hear the Council Meeting. Lady Tammy Connolley announced that Markis Paine, Nicola Lacombe, Fawkes DeVoix, Lyte Quandry and my Fae cousin FairyNuff (Nugg) Melody had submitted the appropriate papers to run for Council Member.
All day, Arstonia has been tense with the politician speech. Nicola wants to ban naughty Fae's from Dragon's Baine because she imagines someone has been putting pixie dust in her bed, Fawkes wants to put mischief makers in the new town stockade. Markis insists he will not punish anyone. FairyNuff was mysteriously absent, but Nicola has my Fae Lily running around as her campaign manager. There is talk of taxing magic and hiring a sheriff. It is maddening at the talk, talk, talk.
Even our good Lady Tammy who never frets over us is worried for us. She tells of seeing a a dead bird on the ground at her feet and a holy man was walking up the walk way. Seeing this as a sign, she quickly scurried back to her cottage to consult the cards and runes. She fears that these Council events will awaken and anger the gods, letting them come back to consume us.
The Council Election is next week. Crossing myself, I sit in the darkness of the night of my hovel tonight and whisper to no one at all in the silence "Saint Michael, come to thee and protect us all".
(OOC: Update - Due to RL commitments, Lady Fawkes' and Luna's Celebration Party has been postponed until further notice)
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