1st of Summer, 514 AV
Sometimes, Alia thought the very gods hated her.
Her luck seemed to be horrible today. She had woken up, jumped out of bed, and immediately tripped over her own feet and hit her head on the dresser. Even though it hadn’t hurt much, it had bled a lot. After washing off the wound, Alia soon realized she didn’t own any bandages, unfortunately. That was one of the moments where she was extremely grateful her hair was the same color as blood.
Even if someone did notice it, it wasn't as if it would be someone she knew. She was heading for the beach, on the first day of summer, so it was cooler than she expected the rest of the summer to be. It was a bit sad, actually, going to the beach to celebrate your birthday alone. Then again, only oneself could buy the absolute best present for oneself. And the best present, Alia had gotten.
After two seasons in wait, Alia had finally gone out and gotten herself a mandolin. The absolute best present she could have hoped for.
Happy birthday, Alia, you got yourself a mandolin and no one wished you a happy birthday. Have a great day. She let herself wallow in self pity for several chimes before reaching the beach and forcing herself out of it. She was being silly and she knew it. Stupid, even. She hadn’t told anyone it was her birthday, so no one would talk to her about it. It was obvious, how come she was sulking over it? She had the best present anyone could have gotten her, and now she had a place to play it. She should be rejoicing.
Speaking of rejoicing, it seemed as if all of Riverfall was celebrating the change of season. Apparently, The Leadership of Riverfall had called in a festival to celebrate summer. There were plenty of summer themed decorations, flowers, bright colors, the whole package. It still looked and felt like spring, yet Riverfall was very ready for it to be summer. In reality, so was Alia. Remembrance or not, she still got to feel secretly special about how she was one year older today. Twenty, if she wasn’t mistaken. Officially an adult, she guessed. Then again, she had been an adult since she left Wind Reach nearly a year ago.
No, this years’ birthday was like every other one, except this time, she had a mandolin strapped to her back and was heading towards a sunny day on the beach.
Hopefully.
Alia carried with her the mandolin, slung over her shoulder and firmly attached to her back, along with another bag. Said bag contained her inspiration notebook and her waterskin, which hopefully still contained cold water, if the sun hadn’t gotten to it.
Sliding her mandolin off her back and into playing position without missing a step, Alia plucked at the strings, tuning it to perfection, or what Alia thought was so.
Sitting on a large, exposed rock from the aftereffects of low tide, Alia strummed a few meaningless notes before launching into the short tune of Happy Birthday.
She made up some lyrics to go with the notes, parodying off of the original.
Happy Birthday to me,
as I sit by the sea,
watching the ocean,
yes, happy birthday to me.