Celebrations
There were complaints among some of the Eor kurach that they had more right to be pronounced the winners since their competitors had placed in the top four of each contest more than the Nyre kurach had, to which the Nyre kurach reminded them that the quality of their victories surpassed the quantity.
"That is enough," declared a Falnor captain. "Our opponents have won fairly based on the rules. We will be honorable and concede to them. Not another word from you otherwise. Let's prepare the victory feast, and end this amicably."
Begrudgingly, the more disgruntled ones complied, and all began to prepare for the celebrations to come the following day.
The chefs pulled out their best ingredients and recipes for the celebration feast on the final day of the festivities. Good wine was served with good food, and the jollier of the relaxed attendants made toasts in praise of the good show and good sporting nature of those who had competed over the past week.
Tempers were much lower on full bellies, and as the minstrels and bards lead the slightly more sober ones to dance, the Sylvans came together again to enjoy each other's company.
All was looking well for the Sylvan kurach despite the coming changes.
We won! The Scissortails won the tournament! The Nyre won in the end too. And everybody is being so nice now. There was a little bit of protesting at the beginning, but I think it's all finally over and we can get on with our lives now. Thank goodness for that, because I don't wanna get skinned alive by a grumpy Arctic priestess! I wonder what all there is for me to do now?
~ Shanku Ravenwing
Notes & Commentary
October 5, 2017, Thursday
Celebrations
Nothing like a night of music and dancing.
Thoughts and prayers of course to the families of the 500+ involved in the Las Vegas shooting Sunday night.
Chapter Notes:
I must confess that the original draft of this six or seven years ago came from my days of being a DragonBall Z junkie. The only problem is that the Sylvans do not have any Japanese influence, so I had to go digging into the cultures that I have very, very loosely based them on. (Or drew inspriation from. However you want to word it.) It was so worth it. While wrestling and hand-to-hand combat styles have a lot of common ground between cultures, the differences are fascinating. I like the little curtesies. Such as in malla-yuddha, if the opponent's topknot falls, you stop long enough for them to tie their hair back again.
It's probably cliché to have Gadon being the "polite, older guy", but, whatever. There is a trope of everything, including anti-tropes. I ended up doing a bit of research into "proper writing", so now I'm self-conscious about even more than the "said is dead" elitists. Thankfully I found somebody who disagrees with trying to avoid "said". I think I'll go back to ignoring the "rules" before I end up focusing on being more of an author than a writer. Art has become stressful enough with all the dumb designer rules bouncing in my head without making my writing nerve-racking too. Technically I am making a huge booboo by putting the taboo first draft up first, but, whatever. I'm a hobbyist not lookin' to get agents and publishers. I'm gonna have fun and do what I want. 
I keep thinking about how this story is coming along from webcomic to webnovel. Two of the very first webcomics I read did that. Malakhim and Strange Fruit went pure webnovel, and then Wicked Alchemy had a pretty detailed "transcription" below each comic page. Given that these are the only webcomic-to-webnovel people I know, I'm hoping JAD doesn't follow suit. Or me. Aleph is in horrible health, Raegan Millhollin has just about vanished off the face of the internet, and Inqy died unexpectedly. Is there a conversion curse I need to know about...? 
Characters - Shanku Ravenwing -
Tags - Just Another Day -
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