FIELD NOTE #215 Tower: The Bonding Hall Day Marked: Lovers’ Day The gates outside the Hall were loud with spectacle and cheer. Inside, we barred them gently. We did not attend the parade this time. Happy to remain in the chambers. Late waking. Strawberries and cakes dipped in dark glaze. Coffee poured slowly into chipped cups. The air held warmth today, a radiating heat that bled through the flutter of early enchantment, slowing frantic wingbeats. This was oven-warm. Bread split open, warm. I took note of the surety. No theatrics required, or wanted. No offerings performed for witnesses. No witnesses. The ritual itself was the devotion. The Keeper’s Mate remembered the smallest inscriptions. The near-invisible preferences written in short-hand in the margins of faded pages. The details one only learns by staying and studying. archived beneath the vines of the Hall - The Keeper