Afternoon came, like a breeze. Time passed along with the wind.
Everyone enjoyed the food, thus, it was erased from the blanket rapidly.
The friendly atmosphere, laughter... Such occasions were rare for the older principals to enjoy a moment without formalities.
Thomas didn't hold back either. He took out a generous amount of century-aged wine for the old folks. Sendor Ironforge gave them company as one of the same generation.
The old Ironforge didn't disappoint. He happened to be exceptionally tolerant to alcohol.
The tension that had nearly shattered the hall until only recently suddenly seemed to be an old bad joke.
Sky and Rimon still looked dazed. Every few moments, the pair would exchange glances as though to confirm they had not fallen asleep and wandered into some impossible dream.
Accepted into Blue Leaf Academy. One of the ten greatest academies in Bentram.
Neither had expected it. They had not even dared dream of it.
