Seasons
Dry Season
The Horned-Axe’s season.
Wet Season
Once, the Tide’s season. Now, the Malachite’s.
Camai Quilla
A time of festivals, of plenty, of rest, of appeasing the gods.
Time
Daybreak
Another night wasn’t endless.
Dawn
At this time the friars of the Colegio would ensure the Cloistered were covered in black cloth, so that the Madrugad’s light might not reach them.
Morning
The third hour, when light first makes its journey through the Andes. Watch as the day opens like a door.
Noon
Before the great division, this was the Sixth Hour, when the friars ruefully permitted rites to honor the Sun-in-Splendour. Now Noon, as they say, is not as it was.
Afternoon
When the doors of the Mansus are most tightly closed. Time for a siesta without fear of unwelcome dreams.
Dusk
Night from day; silver from gold. The vesper-hour when the friars would mark the rising of the evening-star Meniscate.
Night
Night has fallen. Dawn will come soon. Keep vigil.