“No, thank you. I hate snow. Unless I’m inside and don’t have to leave my room.”
Obsi laughed. “You’re just mad that I used to get you first with a snowball every time.”
Dally narrowed her eyes in mock anger. “You will pay for that one day,” she whispered menacingly.
Lorenzo jumped up on the platform at the base of the tree and held up his hands. The crowd hushed.
“Welcome all to the Frostwreath tree ceremony!” he called. The crowd applauded briefly. “I first would like to thank Queen Rosheen of the dwarves for this beautiful tree. Our new friends, Socrates and Raven, have donated some stunning ornaments for our tree, as well as held workshops for the citizens of the town to make their own.” The crowd turned to applaud the duo, who were standing next to Dally. They waved and smiled. Obsi heard a snort to her left and looked over her shoulder to see StormyRaven standing behind her. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Lorenzo.
Lorenzo gestured to the dozens of wooden tables that line either side of the square. “Ovidius has generously donated plenty of ale and wine for the celebration.” He paused to let the thunderous applause and cheers for the innkeeper die down. “Queen Rosheen has also brought a bounty of food and pastries for us to enjoy, and our local businesses have donated food, dinnerware, drinks, as well as their time, for this wonderful evening. So, without further ado, I shall step aside to let the Queen and her entourage light the tree!”
The dwarves made their way onto the platform, Obsi noting that they were taller than she expected. The four men were about 5 feet tall, while the four women were about 4-4.5 feet tall. The Queen was the shortest at just under 4 feet. They were all dressed in light blue garments lined with white fur and matching cloaks and white fur-covered boots. Queen Rosheen carried a large scepter that could easily double as a weapon. The four blueish crystals that adorned the smooth iron diamond shape at the top of the scepter had to weigh at least five pounds each. The crystal at the bottom of the staff seemed to glow. The dwarves sang a song in a language unknown to most of the people there, but it was so full of hope and love that it did not matter. At the end, the Queen smashed the crystal on the bottom of her scepter and hundreds of specks of light flew up and landed on the branches of the tree and illuminated the entire square.
“Let the festivities begin!” she said, raising her arms up. The crowd cheered, the musicians began to play and Obsi headed to one of the tables to get herself and Dally some wine. As she turned to walk back she suddenly faced Stormy.
“What do you want?” she asked, startled.
Stormy laughed. “Relax, I’m not here to harm you or anything. I was asked to talk to you and see if you’d be willing to do someone a favor.”
Obsi looked over his shoulder at Dally, who was deep in conversation with Socrates and Sareen. She looked back at Stormy and sighed. “Who?”
“Why, Queen Rosheen,” Stormy replied with a grin. “Seems she’s having a spot of trouble with some dragons.”