Day 37, Summer, 513 AV
The sky was unusually dim, and Aeolus found himself in unusually high spirits. He had stopped by the White Elk to check up on Sleet earlier, and was considering spending the rest of the day at the Red Diamond, that was, however, until he remembered the event at Mirror Lake. Now, Aeolus was no stranger to Mirror Lake - but he usually preferred going there when attendance was low, and he knew the show was bound to draw a crowd.
Still, something compelled him, and he found himself at Mirror Lake. The show had yet to start, but the crowd was already forming. He headed to the rental shop, hoping to pick something up to chase away the cold churning in his stomach. As he approached, he noticed Aldin was tending the shop - which was somewhat unusual. Aldin, whom was always a bit too chatty for Aeolus' tastes, gave him a nod as he approached.
"Hey, Aeolus! I didn't think you would show up today. What, with the crowds and all. " Aeolus forced a soft smile, giving Aldin a nod. " I figured it had been too long since I had done something that normal people like to do..." Aeolus paused, trailing off as something about what he just said bothered him. He was uncertain when, in his own mind, he had begun to really separate himself from, quote, normal people. Aldin didn't seem to notice, and continued.
"Well, it's good to see you here. You still planning on leaving Avanthal? " Aeolus nodded at the statement, somewhat passively. He had to admire Aldin's persistence; Aeolus had came here fairly frequently his whole life, yet each and every time he had to deflect Aldin's attempts at small talk. "Can I get some food, and, something to drink?" Aeolus was hungry, but more than anything, he just wanted to change the subject. As Aldin set about filling his order, Aeolus set his gaze out over the crowd, and to the lake itself.
He had attended a similar show when he was younger, with his father. His mother had been from Coolwater hold originally, and as his father had spun amazing tales about her abilities on the ice. As if when she donned the skates, she ceased to be just a woman, and became ethereal - a manifestation of the beauty inherent in each individual snowflake. Aeolus smiled to himself, closing his eyes. His father had always had a gift for making ordinary things seem worthy of epic poem - particularly when he talked about mother.
It was a trait Aeolus had always envied.