Re: Rhiannon and Cian
Beltane had been a part of his upbringing. His mother and Annie, and the coven had always celebrated the night in the ways of old, offering thanks, welcoming the new year and giving tributes for a healthy and abundant crop. Some years had seen the celebrations take place with all those townfolk who chose to participate in the rituals to welcome the approaching summer, and new life. After his family were lost to the town there had been a sharp drop that year, but it had slowly returned, people gathering again to partake and give homage to the celebration of life and the creation of what gave it, endured it, and brought it sustenance.
When the word had reached them, that Lux was open for all who wished to partake in festivities focused on the Celtic ritual Cian knew it was something he wanted to attend. When he'd brought it up with Rhi he'd been happy to know she was willing to go.
On their road trip they'd talked late into the night some nights, him telling her of some of his childhood and memories that had withstood the tests of time. And she'd shared some of her own. Other nights they simply spoken the language that required no words, discovering just as much about each other then as they had when speaking.
And this would be their first Beltane, the first turning of the year from spring to summer, the first celebration of renewal, of giving of thanks for the harvest, and the honouring of the spirits from whom they sought blessings for the future abundance. Even now, after everything, Cian still believed that there was a balance, even if it was at times hidden in the darkness. After all the brilliance of the dawn was only remembered as such after the darkest of nights.
After saying hi to Gabe he sought out Rhiannon and stood for a moment, looking at her as she stood next to the standing stone, staring into the fire where flames were reaching higher than his head. One could be forgiven for thinking the flecks of gold in her dress were reflected in his eyes as he watched. And that the heat was from him standing close to the flames that lit the surrounds.