Snippet #2755831

The sounds of wood being split by a sharp axe echoed through the still quiet of the forest early in the morning. It was a few days before the winter solstice and that meant that Drift didn't have much time to get things ready for the festival in the small town in the center of the woods. Drift loved the solstice celebration, it brought families and friends together, everyone was in a good mood, the food was amazing and everyone got presents. It was also the best time of the year for practicing spell-craft, magic rituals and other forms of magic as it was the darkest night of the year and the powers were at their strongest.

After chopping the wood he went back inside and started baking cookies for the celebration. It was a recipe his mom had taught him and this was his way of keeping her memory alive. She had passed a few years ago and he didn't stay in touch with his father very well, he never found common ground with him and it was always like they were from different worlds, but at least he tried which was more than a lot of fathers did when they realized their son was gay. He had heard tales of some clan elders casting gays out of the clan to live in exile.

Drift lived alone and far away from the town, but it was to have freedom and independence, not as a punishment. He was looking forward to socializing again. He was getting lonely out there in his tiny cabin but it wasn't exactly easy to date in this town around here, let alone find another man who was attracted to men.