Instruments: Deck of Cards
Votive is a game of courtly romance and drama. Recall four of your lovers, how you spent your time, and how the relationship concluded. In the end you'll light your candle for only one.
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Word Count: 420 Played: Nov 18, 2020
The first of my lovers was a Falconer of the Eight Winds.
He was quiet and handsome with dark features and a strong jaw.
He gave me a bundle of fennel. I found it on my pillow, wrapped in paper and rope, sealed with a wax crest.
I was pleased beyond measure and I bade him visit me each night he was in my village. He stayed for 5 months then departed in silence.
The second of my lovers was a Magister of the Granite Isles. She had come to the mainland for diplomacy.
She whispered to me that she could not love me long for she loved her duty more than any person.
This saddened me greatly, and I bade her remember me always and I placed a pin with anise on the inside of her coat as she left.
My third lover was a groom from the Granite Isles, he was young and held mischief in his eyes.
**note: groom here means someone who tends to horses**
He sang to me of the horses, the sea, and the valleys of the isles. I watched him play on my old lyre, backlit by the fireplace.
This saddened me greatly, and I bade him sing to me of love, sing of adventure, and sing of joy, but not of the isles, for I knew he would return to them come morne.
My last lover was a thane of the Granite Isles. I was old and so were they. We knew this was the last chance we had of unity.
** a thane is an Anglo-Saxon Lord**
They showed to me the Isles at long last. I had not left my home, the South facing cottage, in decades but for them I would leave.
Card: King of Diamonds
I was content enough and I bade them I would return once a year for the rest of ours.
Card: 10 of Hearts
I light this candle for my third love. The islands were more beautiful than what he summoned from my lyre. He might have returned if I had not bade him forget them for me.