Whew! Back once again in my home lands of Wastekeep and I have a few moments to reflect on my first ever Coronation event.
We carpooled down once again with friends, making an apropos pit stop along the road at Maryhill, to see the epic Stonehenge monument. This was the second time I’d been there, and I was well pleased to see it still just as it had been.
Though it was hot, and my rapidly advancing pregnancy did make everything a touch more uncomfortable, the drive remained fun and we arrived on site in the afternoon.
By evening, the site was a bustling hive of activity, what with three vigils (or parties) for soon-to-be members of the peerages (Laurel for Arts & Sciences, Pelican for service, or Knight for heavy combat). I saw a few familiar faces, but far more new and happy ones. Someone said later, “you know you’re at an SCA event when you don’t even have to talk to someone to be wished a Good Day or some such thing,” and it’s true. When you walk onto site at an SCA event, there is this overwhelming sense of camaraderie and good fellowship that is hard to find anywhere else.
The next morning found me busy-busy-busy with my duties as Kingdom Bard; during the fighting tournaments I got to watch my husband take the field again, as well as participate in a bardic “flash mob” during the water break. I made the rounds, met with people, discussed bardic, and generally kept my musiciany self busy.
Before the event, I had also volunteered my time to help coordinate music for the changeover ceremony for the new King and Queen, and I spent part of my time meeting up with the important people to hash out some last-minute details. And I am very proud to say that everything went off without a hitch. The bards that were asked to assist in the ceremony went above and beyond anything I could have hoped for (one even filling in at the very last minute due to a sudden change in plans), and performed their crafts well. My heart soars to be counted among such company! :)
And then, we bid adieu to our wonderful King Erik and lovely Queen Driffina, welcomed in awesome King Styrkarr and radiant Queen Stjarna (and as a Champion, I even got to throw down a challenge to any who might dispute the validity of their claim to the thrones!), and business rolled forward. :-)
That night, the entire camp partied, it seemed.
My favorite moment, however, was the next morning. Per my Sunday morning custom, I got up before the herald call and sang as I walked from one end of camp to the other. Toward the end of my travel, one of the heralds began his morning announcement reel, and we tag-teamed through the camp. When he finished and I caught up to him with my next hymn already in progress, he surprised me by immediately joining in with the tenor harmony! :-) What a gift! I am still smiling just thinking about it.
The best part was hearing people talk through the rest of that day about how they loved being awakened by music. <3
And then, it was time to head home.
So here I am, and I am a little saddened to say this was my last ‘big’ traveling event for a while. Though I know avoiding the long-distance car trips from this point on in my pregnancy is a wise thing — and I’m okay with that! — I still wish I had another big event to look forward to that was sooner instead of later.
And I’m a little saddened I (yet again) did not get as much time to hang out with my close friends as I wanted.
But everything else — the bardic ‘flash mob,’ the coronation ceremony, the impromptu Sunday morning duet — still made it worth it. :-)
Until next time…