EVENTS

“I won’t accept any other excuse! Manalitch is more than old enough to be introduced to the Matis people!”
Tamiela Fera Fillia di Torani lowered her head before her Royal Spouse's ire. She hadn’t really tried to keep her son for herself. Not really. After all, she had only just obeyed the Karan’s order when He had ordered her to take good care of her second son. In addition, deep down, she had been in need of something to cling to after her Court had been stripped of almost all the topics for which she had won responsibility.  Even botany, despite being the traditional field of the Karae, had been moved back under the Nobles heel. Of course, He hadn’t told her that she had overstepped His orders. 
She didn’t want Him to be jealous, she only wanted to be in her correct place, so she had accepted and allowed herself be relegated to the Palace. And she had enjoyed Manalitch as much as possible.
 
“If I may, Father.”
Tamiela slid a look toward Aniro, her first-born, now aged almost 23. He was showing the proper deference to the Karan, but he was also the Karin, the second figure of the Kingdom, and it could be felt in his posture. Although he was accepting the orders of his father, he would not stay quiet if he had something to say.
Stevano turned sharply to His eldest son and His anger seemed to ebb slightly. He signaled him to speak.
“I discussed this at length with the Herena Antonichi, and we came to the conclusion that it is surely the will of Jena, may Her light be blessed.”
 
Tamiela stared at the finely crafted floor. She couldn’t prevent herself from wondering at which point Aniro was trying to let her save face, and at which point he was believing in his explanation. She had seen him change during his student years with the Karavan, and he was now almost mystical. But she hadn’t known Stevano yet when he was at the same age: maybe it passed with time.
 
As for the Karan, he seemed to be considering the idea with the utmost attention. Finally, He nodded:
“You may be right. At any rate, I’ll present Manalitch to my people at next spring.
"We."
"You said something?"
"We’ll present my brother, if that pleases  you. You’re both his father and Jena’s Great Priest: I understand that you had to choose between the two functions at my birth, but you now have an assistant and I would be honored to assist you during the Ceremony as Priest of Jena.”
Once again, there was the correct amount of deference both in tone, and in the words, but Tamiela felt herself tremble. She kept her head thoroughly lowered while waiting the answer of her Spouse.
 
After a time that seemed unbearably long, he said: “So be it.”


A few hours later, the town criers were shouting the good news all over the Matis cities:
  
(*) [OOC] Friday, 12 February 2016 20:00:00 UTC (9 years ago) [/OOC]
 

Die Veranstaltung - sowohl eine "Präsentation" als auch scheinbar eine religiöse Inititation von Manalitch, dem jüngsten Sohn von König Stevano - fand am Karavan-Außenposten nicht weit von Yrkanis statt, wo früher der Jena-Tempel gestanden hatte, der von den Kitins während des zweiten Großen Schwarms zerstört worden war.

Gebet des älteren Sohnes Aniro:

"Du, Jena, gütige Göttin, die Du Atys mit deinem Licht einhüllst,
Du, die Du Deinen Kindern in der Not Deine unendliche Liebe gewährt hast,
Du, die Du die Homins vom Großen Drachen errettetet hast und Dein strahlendes Lächeln über ihr Schicksal gebreitet hast,
Du, Mutter der gesamten Hominheit, geliebte Patronin des Matis-Volkes,
Du, Jena, höre unsere Gebete!"

Ansprache von König Stevano:

"Meine Vasallen! Mein Volk!
An diesem glorreichen Tag, sehet meinen Sohn Manalitch, Geschenk Jenas für die Blutlinie von Zachini!
Möge die Göttin ihn in Ihrem Licht leiten, für die Größe des Königreiches und den Ruhm der Matis!
Möge sein Lebensamen blühen und Blüten tragen im schützenden Schatten der Bäume seiner Linie!
Möge er wie seine Vorfahren den Pfad zu Dir finden, zu Deiner Herrlichkeit und der des Matis-Volkes!
Ô Jena, unsere Mutter,
Wir, Deine Kinder, beschwören Dich, auf dass Du unser Ersuchen erhören mögest und Deinen geliebten Sohn Manalitch schützen, leiten und beraten mögest, der Deine Stimme hören kann, wie alle von Zachinis Kindern vor ihm.
Jena, die Mutter allen Lebens, hat die Linie von Yasson und Zachini mit Ihrem Licht gesegnet, und hat unserem geliebten Karan die Gunst eines zweiten Erbens gewährt.
Alle von Euch, erwähltes Volk von Jena, Adelige und Vasallen des Königreiches, versammelt an diesem Ort und Tag, grüßt Euren Karin: Manalitch!
Möge Jena ihm lange Lebensdauer schenken!"

Nach einem allgemeinen Ausbruch von Jubel und Glückwünschen erhielt Manalitch eine Reihe von Geschenken von einzelnen Homins und Gilden, teils wundervoll symbolträchtigen.

Das waren glücksbringende Blumen von Nilstilar, Holzsoldaten von Luxee, Baumsamen von Zakkk, ein Plüschtier vom Ranger-Vertreter Zorroargh, Kleidungsstücke zum Hineinwachsen von Ozwomen und den "Spears of Eora", und sogar eine Nachbildung der handförmigen Wurzeln aus dem Jungfernwäldchen, die die Geberin Marae als "Hand Jenas" bezeichnete.

Das Fest fand seinen Ausklang mit einem langen Feuerwerk, während der Kleine in den Armen seiner Mutter wegnickte, und schließlich wieder von seiner Familie und den meisten Anwesenden zurück nach Hause nach Yrkanis eskortiert wurde.