The elder waits for dusk as people gather to celebrate the summer solstice. Men play drums and children help decorate the maypole as women chant. The elder notices the passionate anticipation in the king's eyes for upcoming campaigns and offers a smile, reminding the king to raise a wine to his people today. The elders tell stories to the children as men and women dance under the stars after being freed from winter, their laughter and songs echoing through the forests. Spirit folk are drawn to investigate the celebration and join in dancing with the costumed men, with no moment wasted as people revel under the moonlight.

1. "Sweet flower nectar saturates the air around the ancient man as he silently waits for the purple light of
dusk to make way for the coming nighttime procession. Crowned with the wreath of midsummer, the elder
holds his sickle to Sunmåd, the constellation of the summer solstice. Women chant the summer Edda of
Sündyr, the men play on doeskin drums, the children, and elderly flanked by men costumed as beastmen in
green redecorate the maypole in celebration.
The elder turns his attention to the resting king several feet from his side; the passion in the middle-aged
man's striking green eyes burn with anticipation for the years of unfinished campaigns soon to be under his
name. Seeing this passion, the elder offers a smile; his ancient, whitened hazel eyes hinting to many an
exploit in his yesteryears,
"Tomorrow you will raise a sickle to the gods. Today you raise a wine to your people."
The king nods, and raises his glass earnest respect for the old man,
"One can only wish to see as much as you have seen."
The other elders gather in a semicircle alongside the wreathed elder; the elders tell the children, and
adolescents the thousands of years of history of the Volk in this rainy land. The men, and women, restless
from being freed so recently from the icy chains of winter dance, and revel with musicians, and firelight
under the cool, starry summer sky.
The song, and laughter of the Volk in celebration of this wonderous time echoes through the forests, and
fields. Many a dryad, and sprite timidly investigate the cheerful happening. The fair folk of the forest almost
feel a sense of discontent for being so rudely uninvited to this momentous occasion, when their presence is
hailed by the men in the green beast costumes.
The beastmen dance the frenetic dance of the Faelokke. Thrilled, the spirits spin, and twirl alongside the
men and their ancient dance. Man and spirit dance as one amongst the cairnes, and mounds. Not a single
musical note, burst of laughter, nor spare moment was wasted in this ephemeral first night of summer
under a starry moonlit sky..."