Private Tales The Guiding Stars to Gild

[Reize Faysal]

Without House Faysal, the arts would not have had a chance to grow and bloom into the District of Lights. Each night since the early days of Gild's beginnings, the arts had always found it's way into Gildan hearts. In fact, it was brilliant and illustrative mind of Maral Faysal that educated so many and encouraged those curious to explore artistic pursuits. Oft remembered in history as the Matriarch of the Arts, she was appointed Sainthood in the years after her legacy. Saint Maral Faysal's light still lives on in the Ampitheatre, where the moldings above the stage had been sculpted by Maral herself, and preserved after all these years.

But tonight's festivities was to be held in the Faysal Theatre. A grand building, and among the oldest in Gild, was known for it's welcoming reception area that lead audiences towards their seats before the stage. What was intended to be lush rooms to start a school of the arts, it was then dedicated to the artisans, to the architects, and to the muses of Gild some time after when a proper school had been built in the expansion of the District of Lights. House Faysal poured time and money to make it one of the most prestigious stages performers could grace in this city.

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Reize Faysal waited atop the stairs, trying her best not to look as if she were searching the crowd, but that had been her first failure when she held two gilded tickets in hand and searched every face that looked her way as the theatre goers ascended. She gave polite smiles and hurried greetings to those that remarked upon her.

She had been hoping her sister would be in attendance, for Liya promised to be there for Reize's most important night, but the younger Faysal daughter often made herself scarce and avoided large crowds... only Reize had not expected this evening to turn out to be a sold out evening. The tickets in her hand were to be preserved in a glass case after this eve, for this night was Reize's first theatrical feat.

For such a night, there were many mementos to keep to remember this electric night. There were pamphlets being handed out to every attendee that would say:

The Tale of the Guiding Stars
Directed by Fahnn Tasal
Written by Reize Faysal
Music by the Gildan Orchestra and Choir
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Gildan history to be retold in a tragedy of a play. A story told to every generation, and the subject of many drunken debates, the story of the Guiding Stars to Gild left many divided. Reize had spent near two years writing and perfecting the script, until the end product was as witty and whimsical, and had entrusted her dear friend on making it all come to life on the stage. It felt quite prestigious for a Faysal original to make a debut in their very Theatre, and for that, Reize wanted to share that moment in prized seats with her sister.

But Liya was late. Or not joining at all.

Reize sighed, descending the stairs without another thought. If her sister could not join her this evening, then she needed to pluck a friend from the crowd. The advantage of being a Faysal was all the parties and the societies they graced, and the sheer fact that Reize herself made a point of befriending many. Surely if not someone in this building, than someone she knew would be enjoying the entertainment and dining opportunities of the District of Lights.

This was a special night, and she would be sat alone in her box seats.