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It is widely asserted that Lucentians will do anything to maintain their youthful looks. They are not above lathering themselves in a mix of products or the use of strange devices, which Frewyns, of course, will find a more practical use for. T he merchant reached into a drawer beside him and removed a small device, comprised of two straight resin slats attached to a hinge and a pulling thread.                 “Now I know you’re a spy,” Boudicca asserted, eyeing the device. “There is your torturing method.”                 “It does look frightful, but there is really nothing to be afraid of. This is a facial muscle exerciser for those afflicted with facial paralysis. It began as a medical device, but when people discovered that it toned and lifted the muscles in the face, a beauty manufacturer made one suitable for those who wanted to use it for jowl prevention.”                            He put it in his mouth, to demonstrate how the device was to be properly used, mol

Lucentians are well known across the continents for their aging habits. They tend to ripen like fine cheeses rather than mold into a dwizzened crust, but heritage is not their only secret. It is work, hard work, to keep their skin looking resplendent and ageless, as the royal party soon learns . T eague motioned for them to follow him, and once the chocolates had been gone through and Alasdair had thrown the remainder of his fried dough to the mallards to prevent him from eating it, they quitted their perch by the river and went across the bridge, avoiding the markets and walking toward the Lucentian quarter, where the pastiso houses and chocolate cafes were just beginning to open their doors. They turned into one of the side streets, where the shortcut of an alley brought them to a Lucentian beauty parlour, one that boasted high-end products and services for those Lucentians living in Frewyn who wanted to remain there without being made coarse and haggard by the southern frost.

An Caumharc Na Brigid is the story of the famous bouts of Ogham, the ancient chieftain who was desperate to gain Brigid's hand. He offered gifts to her clan, pleaded with her father, fought with her brothers and the many warriors who cherished her honour, but the climax of his trials was the fight with Aoidhe, God of Fire and Passion (amongst many other things), which he won, but not without some great extenuation.                 T hey moved toward the square, where a crowd was gathered round the visiting talemongers, who were come in from Sethshire and Hallanys, to recount the story of Brigid and Ogham, Frewyn’s oldest recorded literature. Some were repeating the original text, professing the alternating lines in Auld Fremhin with grand gestures and sharp intonation, and others were interpreting in Modern Common, with a different voice and inflection for every character, the features of every listener rapt in fascination. They acted out the various Trials of Ogham, maki

February, or the Second Month in Frewyn, signals the beginning of spring, and even though most of the country has snow on the ground for another two months, Westren's thaw begins around Brigid's Day, the unofficial first day of the new season. Farmers have a particular relationship with this time of year: it is the end of their holidays and the beginning of their harvest cycle, bringing it with all the agonies of lime and loam and all the joys of reaping what they sow. I t was Brigid’s Day in Frewyn, and while everyone was out enjoying the day, giving chocolates and trinkets to one another, the merchants and traders were still working away, packing and preparing              their shipments, taking them to the pier and stacking them for the porters, while butchers and bakers took their treys and carts to the square, where morning church services were just letting out and everyone was gathering for the retelling of the Caumharc Na Brigid. The children, having already he