Mood: The champion has completed his quest and proved his worth. He approaches his monarch and presents his blade. As he kneels, the flat edge touches his shoulder. He has achieved his goal.
Smells Like: Notes of black violet clutched in a steel gauntlet, warm blonde wood, and elegant vetiver.
It is time for merry men and fair maids to gather once more to don their finery, their kirtles and kilts, bodices and bows, and frolic among the trees and tents.
A boisterous gathering beckons beneath a blue sky. Music floats through the trees as the savory and sweet fragrances rise from stalls. Horses stamp at the lists, ready for their knights to ride them into battle, and players make merry on a rough wooden stage.
The sun has returned and with it the joyous days of celebrations and meetings, old friends reunited, and new companies formed.