I was listening to a song by S. J. Tucker called November and one of the lines really struck a chord with me. “The city’s heart sings a song for November.” I couldn’t stop thinking of the heart of the city as a thing alive, it’s own entity. What if a permanent community was built around an act of sacrifice? How would that play out? Would different forms of sacrifice produce cities that had different ambiances to them?
I finally sat down and wrote a vignette – a scene – describing one sacrifice. For me, Eylithlana and her family are elven, but I deliberately left out all descriptions of them so you may fill in those details as you wish. Her name is pronounced A-lith-Lah-nah.
And for your listening pleasure, here is the link to S. J. Tucker’s song http://music.sjtucker.com/track/november-2
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