timestamp : 17:27, august 1st, 1950 location : grappenhall heys walled garden tagging : @arabellacrabbe
lughnasadh was something taliesin used to go to with his mother, and when he was younger he had enjoyed it very much. as the years progressed, however, it became a sign that his time was running out; the end of summer and the coming of autumn was not just a passing of time, but a reminder of his sentencing to the clinic, that no matter what he did he came up short. over the past three summers, he tries to remind himself that autumn no longer means what it does . . . yet, there’s still a lingering feeling of resentment when the season gives in and moves on. his own birthday is the worst offender, only two days before that september 1st deadline, but the festival was never much better. yet, as he wanders through the vendor stalls, picking out what he will have for an early dinner, he tries to enjoy himself. there’s nothing the festival did, and once upon you enjoyed this.
the purchase of a sandwich on fresh bread and a cup of mead sets him right, and he begins to seek out an open seat among the crowded sitting area. he’s about to give in, given the way each time he believes he has found an open table it is snatched up by someone else, when he notices that there is someone he recognizes at a table with an open chair. he moves towards where arabella is sitting and, hovering behind the chair, speaks to her. ‘ mind if i join you ? ’
