As the tendrils of dawn's light stretched across the town of Eldoria, Harahel stirred from her slumber. The soft melodies of birds greeted her ears, a soothing serenade to begin the day. Today was no ordinary day—it was the day of the Taliesin Ascension, a momentous occasion in her world.
As the sun cast a golden glow through her window, Harahel slowly pushed aside the covers and sat up in her cozy room. The room itself was adorned with tapestries woven with intricate designs, echoing the beauty of the stories and verses that flowed through her God's teachings.
With a deep breath, Harahel swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched, her muscles awakening like the world around her. She rubbed her eyes, rose from her bed, and crossed to the window, pulling open the curtains to let in the gentle morning light.
Today was a day for celebration, and Harahel intended to dress the part. She crossed to a wooden chest at the foot of her bed, its lid ornately carved with scenes of mythical creatures and celestial constellations. She lifted the lid and retrieved a gown of rich forest green, adorned with delicate silver embroidery that shimmered like starlight.
Slipping into the gown, Harahel felt the fabric cascade around her like a second skin. She fastened it with a silver belt, her fingers deftly working through the intricate clasps. Next came the accessories. She adorned herself with silver bracelets that jingled with each movement, as well as a pendant necklace. Engraved in the pendant was the image of Euterpe, the muse of music. Although she left this realm long ago, her inspiration can be felt in the wind and dreams.
With a final adjustment of her attire, Harahel moved to a mirror hanging on the wall. She ran a brush through her hair, allowing her brown locks to cascade in gentle waves around her shoulders. A wreath of flowers rested nearby, waiting to be placed in her hair as a symbol of her connection to her God and his muse. As she adorned her hair with the wreath, she said a silent prayer to Taliesin, thankful for the path he had led her on.
