Late Fall, Season of Reddening Leaves
Riviera, the Western City of the Dove
Li sat around the cottage dinner table as he had done countless times before, and yet, the fact that the chair was new, made of sturdy wood that no longer squeaked, and that the table had been refurnished and stamped at its center with a glowing rune symbolizing a red blossom – the symbol of the farmer's guild – made him aware that times were changing.
His eyes, now permanently aglow with a faint green hue – a result of his enhanced comfortability with his divinity over the past two months – scanned the table to take note of farmer's guild council.
First, right beside Li as always was Old Thane, the Master of Fields, then beside Thane was Ven'thur, the Master of Commerce, in his human form, his skinny figure wrapped up in flashy lavender suit.
