Every elf in the Cabrolon family was happy, cheering for their clan's boundlessly bright future.
"Mm..." Patrick nodded, and Lasya followed him to the door of their father's study.
"Father, I'm home." Those few words were enough. Father and son needed no more words; they understood each other.
"Good... good... after all these years, our Cabrolon family finally has a councilor." Old Cabrolon's face was full of gratification.
Yes, it had been so many years. The family had remained caught in the middle all this time, powerless against the suppression of the great clans from Silvermoon City. Life was difficult for the city's medium-sized clans, burdened as they were with far too much.
Everyone in the family had arrived to celebrate Patrick Cabrolon's promotion together. They were all holding festivities on the family's lands, immersed in the celebrations.
Back home, the whole family had to dress and groom themselves carefully, because they needed an audience with His Majesty Anasterian. Only after the king formally appointed him would Patrick possess authority on the Council.
The next day.
The royal palace messenger arrived as scheduled, bringing a Silvermoon councilor's procession. Throughout Silvermoon City, red bloodthistle petals danced lightly in the wind, mingling with fragrant white roses. Brilliant arcane fireworks burst across the sky, as though announcing to the heavens that Silvermoon City had produced another master of the arcane.
Patrick boarded the carriage with the royal palace messenger, and the entire procession, along with the Cabrolon family and some of their smaller vassal families, began moving toward the Sunstrider Court. Along the way, elves lined both sides of the streets to watch, their cheers and applause unceasing. Such glory was deeply satisfying to the spirit and immensely beguiling.
After traveling all that way and undergoing the "inspection" of Silvermoon City's citizens, the