In the golden harvest season, the fruit trees were laden with fresh, luscious fruit, the herbs grew lush and luxuriant, the golden trees stood tall and sturdy, and the ears of elven wheat were plump with grain. Every one of them proclaimed another fine harvest that year.
Bathed in the Sunwell's radiance, they needed only to sow their seeds and wait for the harvest. Their carefree lives gave the elves a living environment envied throughout the world.
All of Silvermoon City was already decked out in festive decorations to celebrate the liveliest, grandest festival of the year. Magical fireworks burst across the sky above the city, while red bloodthistle petals and rose petals filled the air, their rich, musklike fragrance intoxicating and enchanting.
The other towns of Quel'Thalas would also hold celebrations, but none were as grand or lavish as Silvermoon City's. Endless supplies of drink, pastries, meat, and spices streamed into the city. The people were swept up in a sea of revelry, enjoying the annual Sacred Ceremony together.
Quelrintis, Idonis, Yanida, Candiris, Lorne Songweaver, Higgins Eil Cabrolon, and Galind Shalong had all returned to the Cabrolon family with Patrick this time. Several of Patrick's closest confidants would join his family in witnessing his entry into the Silvermoon Council to take part in its annual deliberations.
When he returned home, he found that the family had far more people working for it. There were many elves he had never met. The mages who had previously worked in the family's Mage Tower had all been promoted and were leading groups of newcomers.
"Young Master Patrick." Those who approached greeted Patrick one after another.
Patrick returned each greeting. Everyone in the family was proud of his accomplishments and excited about the Cabrolon family's boundlessly bright prospects.
When he reached his former