Though he was not a native of America, or even of Earth, Ebon had visited that land and knew something of its traditions. The one that he most appreciated was Thanksgiving. It was a holiday that resonated within him, celebrating a new life in freedom like the old Pilgrims did (not that they were saints themselves, he would add), appreciating the support and shelter of those who could help, and helping those who could not.

Most of all, it was about family for the Ilnarens and their extended foster clan. The annual Thanksgiving feast was when many of the older fosterlings, who had long since moved on, returned home with their own families to celebrate and share their stories. Some came from within Rhy'din or the surrounding towns and villages. Others journeyed from further away, but all were welcome. A massive tent was raised upon the manor grounds to serve as an impromptu dining hall, and accomodations found for those who needed them.

As he watched the tent hall go up, Ebon felt a surge of warmth within him. It was going to be a good holiday!