WingfeatherSaga

It had been the first harvest of the season and the first Anniera had seen in little over nine years. It called for celebration! The bonfires had been lit, musicians had volunteered their talents and merriment commenced as all of Anniera gathered together to thank their Maker for His blessing. The king of Annierra, Kalmar Wingfeather, watched his people from a table of the year's bounty. Many of the them at the moment were linking arms and participating in a jig as one large circle while others clapped along. He took note of each one. Bailey was a stocky man about a head taller than everyone else and His laughter almost shook the ground. Dor