[ Back in Exandria, she didn't have anything remotely close to something like this. Carving gourds seemed like it would be a harvest event, possibly sometime between Harvest's Close and Civilization's Dawn, the holy celebration for the Lawbearer.
She does carve one, however, mimicking how she's seen the other ones, a mixture of a "scary" face and something of a mirthful smile.]
Not exactly. [She holds her gourd back a moment, eyeing it from another angle.] This feels like a harvest tradition for me. The closest I can think of to this time of year and how they're describing the day is the Night of Ascension, the day of the Matron of Ravens.
[That made her think of her brother, who was currently back in Zephrah with Keyleth. Let's hope he stays there.] But who am I to talk ill of another's traditions, hm?
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She does carve one, however, mimicking how she's seen the other ones, a mixture of a "scary" face and something of a mirthful smile.]
Not exactly. [She holds her gourd back a moment, eyeing it from another angle.] This feels like a harvest tradition for me. The closest I can think of to this time of year and how they're describing the day is the Night of Ascension, the day of the Matron of Ravens.
[That made her think of her brother, who was currently back in Zephrah with Keyleth. Let's hope he stays there.] But who am I to talk ill of another's traditions, hm?