It’s time for Birkacon! This Viking’s favorite holiday, where she gets to shop until she drops, and then maybe sit in two to four hours of court and recover from shopping.
The shopping portion of our event went from the time I arrived, about 10, until 3, with a break to eat. I think. I hope I ate… Anyway, Aneleda had advised that there would be my second favorite things, singing and rounds, outside the fighter pits, at fighter-o’clock. I eagerly was early to her class, which was not formally in the site booklet. We sang for an hour, and then Aneleda took me to my first Vigil. I didn’t know who this person was, or what to say, but I clung to Aneleda like a frightened child holding fast to her mother’s skirt. Her son was a few years removed from this age, so I’m sure she was fairly used to it.
Then we sat down in the hall together, I don’t even remember what floor we were on, all I remember was we were fairly removed from the rest of the event, and it was quiet. I had been looking to start my bardic journey, but was in desperate need of guidance, and she knew that. My knight, Sir Marcus, had been scheming behind my back, to make this next event happen.
Aneleda, in her dulcet tones, asked if I would be her student for the next year and a day. Star-struck, I agreed, barely having a voice to confirm, barely having air to push through my vocal cords. I quickly told her a story I found extremely embarrassing because it featured her, and the only reason I did so was because I wanted to make sure this relationship was still kosher.
With her sparkling, warm eyes, and a curled tendril framing her face, she blessed this relationship with a smile. I was now ready to be the best bardic student I could be.
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 