A Well Earned Celebration

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[The battle was over and the god Reshiram defeated, driven away by the aid of Union and its allies. The city was safe, by and large, and as the news spread throughout the peoples of the tundra, they began streaming back into the settlement in droves. Dirty, ash-coated faces were filled with relief and gratitude when they saw that it wasn't just a rumor and that their home had indeed been spared. Not everyone was so lucky, but they'd weathered worse, of course. The people of Glacier endured, as they would always endure, and they were also a people that repaid their debts. And they most certainly all agreed that they owed their rescuers a debt.

So, as night fell after the battle, a great celebration was prepared in the center of Glacier. A wide square was cleared away in a matter of hours, and the people gathered what they could in a show of thanks. Tables of food, bonfires towering into the night sky to keep out the autumn chill, and throngs of cheering wellwishers lined the area. Warriors of glacier, men carrying swords and women all bearing axes offered enthusiastic handshakes and claps on the back. Music of all kinds was played, though tribal tunes full of horn and percussion, chanting and yodeling, and even some brass groups dominated the soundscape.

A platform for various elders was set up, and they offered speeches, of course...but those were somehow dwarfed by the presence of the divine beings that were waiting silently for the proceedings to end. Some of the gods that had come to the aid of the war parties had apparently decided to stay, though their reasons were as mysterious as they themselves. The humans would have their time, and the Servants would mingle freely throughout the evening.

Food, of course, is set out in piles. Meat, fish, arctic berries, and various pastries and the like line table after table. A smorgasbord of Glacier specialties, each with a new and unique flavor all their own, and some (such as the stew) possessing a smell that only a native could probably endure. Akutaq in particular seems to stand out among the worst offenders, but the Glacier natives seem rather fond of it, and offer it to their rescuers with great gusto.

And the rewards do not stop at simple meals. either. As the speeches begin to wind down, a woman some might find familiar walks up onto the stage carrying a singularly massive trunk and dropping it down onto the wood with a heavy thud.]

Southerners! You have done a great deed this day! We, the people of Glacier, would like to thank you and honor your sacrifice! Few would do as you have done, coming to the aide of strangers against the might of that dragon...and you have accomplished something we did not think possible. To that end, we would like to present you with the first of many gifts, a token of our gratitude and a promise that should you need it, we will come to your defense in a time of need!

[And then with a sharp kick, she cracks open the trunk and reveals a veritable treasure trove of three different stones to be distributed by her subordinates.]

Rest well, and enjoy the festivities! You are welcome here, for as long as you like! Eat, drink, and be merry within our halls!

Comments

[wise_maiden]

I'm glad you agree! Let's see... you've already seen to Entei, and I plan to approach Cresselia to thank her. That still leaves the other six. [She flips back a page to consult a list that Ami gave her.]

[untalented]

We can divide it up however you want-- or we can talk to others and see what sort of luck they've had too.

[wise_maiden]

There's no reason why we couldn't do both. See for ourselves what they're like, and then talk to those who are more acquainted with them and likely to have learned more...

[She glances at her list.] Divide them by element, perhaps?

[untalented]

That sounds like a good idea, actually. We may be able to hazard a few guesses on their temperament that way as well.

[wise_maiden]

With that in mind...

[She's half musing as she separates them, having pulled out her pen again for notations and making a small chart. It honestly was weird to divide literal gods up in this manner, but that was the way of research. At least it helped with the nervousness, somewhat. For now.]

I... could try approaching the god of thunder, [She circles Raikou] and the bird of frost [Articuno] and... the remaining fire type? [Moltres?]

Although, there's also Cressalia's opposite...

[untalented]

I can try to approach him, [Waver said, recalling what he had heard about Cresselia and Darkrai from the archived news articles in the library.] And I can try the Thunder Bird and the Water Hound as well. That should cover all of them.

[wise_maiden]

It should. [She looks back over at him.] Haha, it seems like we've got a lot of work ahead of us after all. And we still have to watch for those lights...

[untalented]

We can work that in, too. There's nothing stopping us, and not many trees or rooftops to block the view.

[wise_maiden]

That's very true. So long as I keep my head out my books, in any case.

[untalented]

Mine as well-- although I much prefer keeping my hands in my gloves rather than flipping the pages out here.

[wise_maiden]

Haha. We scholars do endure such unique forms of torment for the sake of knowledge...

[No, she's really cold too. Time to sip up the rest of that tea while it's still warm.]