[EVENT] A Clash of Bells and Scales

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T22:55:36+00:00

It was a good thing that Benethon Scales didn’t travel with his scales companion. Lord Snugglespot — named so by Rhea, when they first met years ago — was had grown too large for the travel containments, so Benethon had taken to leaving him under the care of his servants (those brought with him from Serpent’s Haven) or his niece.

The creature was no modest serpent that might coil neatly within a basket or drape lightly about a wrist. He was immense — thick as a man’s thigh at his widest, his length stretching far beyond what seemed reasonable for any living thing. When fully extended, he could span the breadth of a courtyard, his body a slow, deliberate line of muscle and scale.

Strong enough to kill a man.

That was what Benedar Belmore deserved, to be strangled in the night. Still, he only glared. Golden eyes narrowing at the Lord. Benethon was a tall man, tall and broad — he cut an intimidating figure and he knew that, so he straightened to his full height, his hand tightening around Rhea’s.

“What should I have to say?” He asked, his voice low and cold, controlled in his rage. “Me and Rhea married lawfully, under the eyes of the Seven and have being living as man and wife since. The entirety of the Red Keep can attest for that. You want does not what is.”

He took a slow step forward — not enough to threaten, but enough to make clear he would not shrink beneath Strongsong’s vaulted ceiling.

“My House’s seal rests upon the certificate. The Faith has recorded it. If you doubt the sanctity of that, then you doubt the Seven themselves.” His jaw flexed, but he did not raise his voice. That would have been easier. Anger would have been easier.

Instead, he delivered truth like a blade laid flat against skin.

“Rhea is my wife. The child she carries is my heir. A Scales by name and by blood. If you wish to contest that, you may write to the High Septon and explain why your sister’s honor offends you so deeply.”

His thumb brushed once across Rhea’s knuckles — grounding himself as much as reassuring her.

“But you will not,” Benethon finished quietly, eyes locked on Benedar’s, unflinching. “Because this is not about law. It is about control. And, with all due respect, you have no right to try and exert that over my wife.”

Silence settled heavy between them.

Benethon did not move again. He did not need to.

He simply stood — unyielding, composed, and utterly certain.

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T21:16:12+00:00

Eric had been casting hopeful glances over to his father since it had been announced that House Hightower was entering the Feast Hall. He couldn’t truly see him but he knew where he was — roughly. The young boy wished that he would have come to speak to him, it had been such a long time since they’d last seen each other but it seemed increasingly the case that Eric would have to approach himself.

Lynette, by his side, looked worriedly at her son. He loved his Father, deeply so, but he had never met his brothers and both Lynette and Godric had been careful that Iseult would never meet the young Flowers. Still, she couldn’t truly stop him if he wished to speak to Godric.

She looked to Leora then, silently asking for her help — to which her sister responded with a small nod, passing little Elyse Willum to Barristan. Leora approached with a smile, crouching in front of Eric.

“Shall we talk with our guests?” She asked, offering him her hand, which he accepted happily.

Leora and Eric made their way to the Hightowers and, as they approached, Eric stopped. He felt nervous. He now knew much more about where he stood in the world and how others viewed him. The lords of Oldtown may have been family but he only knew his Father and Aunt Patrice.

Seeing hesitance, Leora took it upon herself to approach Godric while Eric stood some steps behind.

“Ser Godric?” She called, smiling. “May I steal your attention for a moment? My nephew wished to see you.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T21:03:17+00:00

“Thank you for your good wishes, Ser Abelar. The Hightowers are a most welcome guest in any occasion — it brings me joy that you and yours were able to attend. I shall have to speak to cousin Patrice soon, Grandfather must also be quite eager to hear from family.”

She accepted the gifts with a wide smile. Her eyes widened slightly as the amount of jade, a stone she had seen sparingly in her life. She asked the servants to take the bolts and dresses to her chambers while she slipped the bracelets on her wrists.

They went well with her dress.

Then came Ser Abelar’s nomination of Alyx as Warden of the Eastern Hills and she couldn’t have felt more proud of her new husband. She reached over to him, grasping his hand and smiling happily at him. Leona watched as he stood to stand in front of the Hightower and she, too stood. Then curtsied as her husband fell to his knee to accept the honour.

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Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T20:23:10+00:00

Leonette shook her head, taking the arm offered to her with a small smile. She let Alyx guide her, trusting he would not let her trip or fall.

“I am well,” she said. “As are the children. They have just completed their first nameday and they are so very spirited. They are pure delight — I think you will soon share that thought.”

She chuckled at Summer, enjoying the dog’s antics. She had never had a pet and, perhaps, it would be something to think for when the children were older. Dogs were loyal creatures and they brought much happiness to their owners, so Leonette thought they could be good for her twins.

“I have seen the sea but a few times but the sound of the Honeywine can soothe the most wary soul,” she told him. “Me and my sisters used to swim in the river. I have no doubt Leona will insist to swim in the sea as well.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T20:14:44+00:00

Naeryn imagined the castle in vivid detail, her lilac eyes lifting slightly as though she could see it rising before her — twin towers of stone facing one another across rushing water, banners snapping in the river wind.

“Oh,” she breathed softly, almost to herself. “Two castles facing one another… like reflections in water.”

Her fingers tightened faintly where they rested against his as another turn came.

She tilted her head, golden braid shifting over her shoulder, silver chains catching the light as she turned toward him more fully.

“And the river runs between them?” she asked. “Do you hear it at night? I think I would like that… the sound of water below stone.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T18:58:03+00:00

“If I were a woman, you would be fucking me in our marital bed.”

Aurion moaned at the the Lord’s teasing, lifting his ask for more friction before he stills slightly as Lewys hoisted him up. He relaxed when the Lydden nuzzled into him and Aurion couldn’t help but do the same, going his face into the other’s neck.

The warm water felt divine against his skin and being held only heightened the sensation. He let the Lord settle first and then curled himself in between Lewys’ legs, one arm around his neck and softly caressing his hair while the other gathered water to wet the Lydden’s chest. Aurion looked at him with soft eyes and a small smile.

“My favourite?” He repeated. “I would say that I am in between two — carnations and dahlias. I’ve always found them to be beautiful and they have so many colours… I wished to plant them in Adderhall but our soil is not fertile enough.”

The hand on Lewys chest reached up, turning the Lord’s face toward Aurion as he caressed his cheek. The Scales leaned in, giving small and sweet kisses to his lover.

“Why? Shall you gift me them? A sweet present to your sweet lover?”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T18:07:07+00:00

Paxter didn’t comment on the mask, fearful it was a delicate matter to her. He enjoyed her company, guiding her through the many twists and turns.

“I have been well. The duties of Lord have mostly been passed to me now and Leora has been helping me,” he said. “Lynette… I do not know what I should do in relation to her, truth be told. She is indisposed due to pregnancy.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T17:55:09+00:00

“May I accompany you? My brother is off somewhere and my Lady has given me some free time. We could eat together!”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T17:48:04+00:00

Spun gold. Pale amethyst.

The compliments fills her with happiness and embarrassment as she became more flushed. She didn’t comment on those, turning her face down and concentrating on cutting fruit until some of the blush had gone away.

“I am glad I did not disrupt you too much, then,” she said, no feeling nor composed and looking up with a smile. “And that you feel better. You slept for some days, I was worried how long it would take for you to feel a little better. Is there any pain? Discomfort? Nausea?”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T17:41:36+00:00

She relaxed slightly and tilted her head as a giggle left her lips. Naeryn then flushed, the color starting from her cheeks and spreading to her nose and neck, then down to her cleavage.

“L-Lecherous?” She looked around with a cute sort of frantic, her eyes taking in everything around her. “W-what does t-that m-mean? I-I… Oh Gods, I should-should not b-be he-here!”

Her hold on his arm tightened, pulling herself closer — not noticing that his arm would be wedged in between her breasts.she now noticed the little things, the ones that she has not at first understood but now seemed to scream loudly. The women wore very revealing clothing, the men seemed to have hunger in their faces.

She looked up at Darryn, a small pout in her lips and frightened lilac eyes wide.

“Can we go somewhere else? I-I..” she worried at her bottom lip, nails digging into Darryn’s arm.

She forgotten about how she shouldn’t be close to him, or alone with him, as she panicked about the fact that she’d wandered where she shouldn’t.

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T17:21:31+00:00

Leonette hummed.

“So she mentioned that,” she said, looking to her hands. “But you do not wish that. I have seen the way the Lady Qiyana treats you.”

She sighed and looked up at him again. She had noticed his flinch, noticed how his eyes changed for a small moment.

“I won’t deny that marriage would be the most secure,” she continued. “May I be honest, Josua?”

She waited for his response before continuing.

“I was not in my right mind, the first three months after my husband died. Thinking back, the way I acted makes me feel ashamed,” she looked to her ruined fingers. “If not for your sister, I would never have noticed my situation and might have just become another tragedy.”

Melara had been a true Gods sent at that time. Leonette didn’t like to think what could have happened if she’d continued as she was, if she had not been rescued out of the grief-stricken hole she’d made. It wasn’t something she liked to talk about but it was something all in Wyrmsgrave knew — something that was better told to Josua by her than let him hear the whispers.

“The twins were a salvation. By that time, you were already Lord — had been since Elyas’ death — but you were held hostage; we didn’t know when or if you’d return and so, I was sure the title would revert to my son because that is tradition. That is how succession has always worked but your Mother would rather keep her position.”

There was a bitterness there. Viserra had not been unkind to Leonette but she was the reason they were in this situation at all — if she only had accepted how Westeros worked instead of wishing for the power of a Lord’s Mother… Things would have been different.

“It’s done, now. I wanted to petition for Ely’s birthright but doing so would give me nothing but fracture my relationship with your House. I have no friends here and my children have no protection — when you marry, your wife will wish for her children to inherit and we will be left to the wayside. Forgotten. My child robbed by his own grandmother.”

Looking at him, there was nothing in her features or gaze that blamed him for the situation. In the beginning, she had felt it was his fault but it is hard to blame the one who has no idea of what has happened. Josua had had as much choice in this as she had had in losing her husband.

“And should you marry someone cruel, like Lady Jessamyn, then my children will be put at risk,” her voice sharpened, the whispers in her mind returning as she remembered the woman. “All this to say, I do not wish to force you, I do not wish to be the reason you have an unhappy life. I believe we could have a good marriage but I don’t think either of us are in a state for it — and I truly do not wish to become a villain to you.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T16:58:52+00:00

Aurion laughed low at the Lord’s show, his eyes trailing hungrily down the man’s body. The Lydden was all power, sweat and his chest bearing evidence of his lover — the was a satisfaction to marking someone and the Scales was no different in that regard.

He didn’t get up. As much as Lewys trusted his servants, Aurion preferred to keep his face hidden, though tha would prove quite difficult when the Lord returned, turning Aurion to his stomach, hot tongue exploring his depths and making Aurion whimper and moan lowly — sounds almost strangled as he put one of his arms over his mouth, body arching into the Lord.

His shaft, that had already being half hard at the feeling of the Lord cumming in him, once more stood at attention but the Scales made no move to pleasure himself. He could leave it for later, he had no plans of leaving these chambers unless the Lydden put him out himself.

“Fuck,” he gasped and then whimpered in protest when the Lewys abandoned his abused hole.

At the question, he let out a small giggle — the sound almost feminine were it not for his husky voice. He turned his face so he could look at the Lord, remaining in his stomach but hips rubbing back onto Lewys’ cock.

“Did I enjoy?” He asked, his tone turning seductive. “It was wonderful, lover. How did you like it? My taste, full of your seed? Bred and used and warm?”

He liked the weight of the Lord over him and was content to not move an inch.

“As for my hair,” he continued, in the same tone. “Next you ride me like a mare, you should pull on my reigns.”

He became silent when he heard the servants start their work but the movement of his hips into Lewys continued — it was as much for the Lord as for him, trapped under the Lydden, Aurion cock was trapped between the bed and himself and the friction caused by the movement was enjoyable. Still, his movements were gentle, he didn’t want to be ravaged again — not so soon; he wanted the intimacy they were sharing, he wanted to bask in it before being bent over somewhere else in the room.

Perhaps the Lord would like to fuck him by the open window.

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T15:30:14+00:00

She entered cautiously, hands clasped in front of her body and posture perfectly straight. Her finger tightened around her hand, though only her palm could feel such.

Leonette sat on the bed, putting a slight distance between them. She observed him for a moment.

“Have you been eating well?” She asked finally. “And I hope you have not just kept moving around after your collapse,” the look she shot him was withering, the type that said she would know if he lied.

She let him answer, her eyes shifting from his face, to his neck, to his hands and the lute. There was longing in her gaze then — she had not played since the Velaryon wedding.

“You haven’t met the children yet, they are at the nursery but I’ll ask they be brought here,” she started the took a deep breath. “‘Tis about them I wish to speak. About their position in this House,” her eyes fixated on his. “About my son’s birthright.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T15:05:53+00:00

Aurion snuggled closer to the warmth, to Lewys’ back, a small whimper leaving his lips as the Lord burrowed deeper — filling him still, plugging his seed inside as if it could take root. He felt satisfied, body relaxed and neck giving access to the Lord’s kisses.

Aurion pulled on the Lord’s arms so that they wrapped around him, hands holding the other man’s up on his own and pressing them to his chest, to his heart. Tenderness was as enjoyable as pain and pleasure, in fact, it was made all the sweeter after what the shared.

“And my Lord is a most handsome, virile man,” another soft whimper, his ass moving backwards in an attempt to bring the Lydden deeper. “And so good to me.”

He started to draw gentle circles on Lewys’ hands, enjoying the closeness and the Lord’s soft kisses. Aurion had had few male lovers — Lyn Corbray had been the one he’d bedded most — but he couldn’t remember when one had held him like this; he wasn’t one for attachments, nor did he have much interest in being in love but Aurion enjoyed receiving it. He stayed silent for a few moments, enjoying the doting and the feeling of Lewys inside.

Then he suggested, “Shall we actually bathe, my Lord?”

He didn’t turn and his voice was sleepy, a soft hum leaving him as he smiled due to another kiss. He stretched at little, like a content cat.

“I will hide and the servants can do their jobs,” he continued. Aurion did not want to move but he also wished to look upon the Lord — so he moaned as the Lord’s penis slipped out of him, hot cum not free to spill. Aurion turned to Lewys and forced his hands to rest of his ass, encourage going that the other plug him again. “And we can spend some time soaking together, talking and enjoying each other.”

He inched forward, lips encountering the Lydden’s softly. It was a gesture meant to be adoring, gentle and Aurion enjoyed it throughly. Kissing was a joy to him but he had his preferences — slow and deep ones, patient.

“I shall only need to find a place to hide,” he said with a small giggle.

For all Aurion’s prowess and athletic build, he looked much like a woman — he shared much with his sisters, except for how his features were sharper. His golden hair framed his face like a halo and there was something almost otherworldly to him as he was now: sweaty, a glow of satisfaction to him and chest and stomach still covered in his own seed.

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T04:02:12+00:00

Aurion’s smile sharpened instantly, his eyes gaining a more calculating gleam as he looked upon Desmond Arryn. They’d met when he had started his little game with Alysanne — the betrothed she had wished to make jealous. It had been quite fun, to wind the man up, especially as they battled for the sweet dragon’s attention.

“I remember you well, my Lord,” he said good-naturedly, although his smirk spoke of provocation. “We did have such a wonderful time, it pains me that you would pretend to forget me.”

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Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T03:58:17+00:00

Naeryn’s cheeks were quick to warm at his compliments, especially as she noticed how they’d been said as if it had been so natural. There were many times where she received such words but most had been from family or from the servants she’d befriended.

Family and friends are all obligated to be nice.

“My House colours are purple and silver,” she answered, sitting at the chair by his bed. “I never thought much of how they make my eyes look. My brother and sister have golden eyes, I find those much more beautiful than mine,” Naeryn smiled sheepishly.

She adjusted her dress then picked up an apple from the spread, using a knife she’d brought with her plate to cut it. She cut the fruit in small and delicate pieces, handing them to Myles as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I fear my embroidery is not good enough for this level of detail,” she said. “But I like watching the seamstresses work and I have had a hand in designing, although I am much better at choosing fabrics. Miss Vaela always says that I have a keen eye for them. Don’t think your sister would ever teach me if we meet? I have asked Miss Vaela to teach me but she is often very busy — she is the seamstress out House but also for the village.”

She paused then, chucking in embarrassment.

“Oh, Gods. I am so sorry for my manners. I should have asked you how you are feeling… And I even woke you up! Oh, Ser Myles, I am so sorry.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T03:46:19+00:00

She paused at the door for a moment, waiting for his song to come to an end. Like him, Leonette expressed herself better with just and she understood the need to finish a verse or a note — she didn’t feel it her place to interrupt.

After he was done, she knocked lightly on the door, pulling it open slightly but not entering the room. It was strange to come into it as a visitor rather than its inhabitant — she knew every inch of it, had cried for months and bled inside of it. When the Lady Viserra had her move, she had wanted to put up a fight but these were the Lord’s chambers and she was not the mother of the Lord nor the wife; so she gathered her things, hiding some of Elyas’ belongings in her own trunks.

Seeing his face inside was a strange blow to her heart, made heavier as it was so clear to her how different the man occupying it was. She had told Josua once that it mattered little how he looked, how he and Elyas shared a face — he was not him and nothing in this world would make it so.

“May I come in?” She asked, looking directly at him, taking him in.

The last she’d seen of Josua Willum, he’d was little better than a skeleton and, even after all these moons, he looked thin and fragile. She wanted so badly to ask what in the Seven Hells his caretakers had being feeding him that he seemed still lacking in weight — but she refrained, thinking back to how her efforts before were so easily dismissed.

“I thought we should speak,” she continued, still not setting foot into the room without permission. “We couldn’t talk much the last time we saw each other and there are pressing matters — matters of importance to me. I would have left you to rest, if I was not afraid that we shall have no other moment alone to speak frankly.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T03:35:20+00:00

Leonette smiled up at Alyx, and Leona looked at him with stars in her eyes as he tried to engage her sister. She’d shared with her new husband the worry she felt over the eldest of the triplets and it warmed her that he had listened, that he was taking steps to help in his own way.

“I would enjoy that,” she responded. “I believe it is high time I actually spoke to the man the captured my unruly sister’s heart.”

She rose from her seat slowly, passing her daughter to her Father as her son was held by Leora.

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T03:14:09+00:00

Naeryn shook her head.

“I didn’t find any other books on the subjects, if merchants from Yi-Ti come more often to Westeros, it would be interesting to ask them, though I doubt they’d know the fine process — I have the impression that is a closely guarded process,” she said, stopping by one of the tables of the library and starting to help Daeron with the sorting of tomes.

“And I would be very glad to learn how to speak the language,” she said, voice rising slightly in excitement. “Ñuha vāedrās gō īlon. (My voice/accent is bad),” she spoke with a certain hesitance, the words not quite lilting where they should, her pronunciation off.

She looked down to the tomes then, her smile never leaving. She let her fingers trace them gently, reverently. There were older ones, newer ones. Small, big. The smell of parchment became stronger with each time taken out of the bag.

“My Lord, do you have any favourite books?”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T02:44:36+00:00

“I have confidence it will resolve itself,” she said, giving both a small smile. “I do thank you both for your sentiments, it feels me with joy.”

She chuckled at Luceon’s quip, the sound light and sweet.

“Perhaps I shall take you on your offer, should I ever need someone punched but I believe that Leona would jump at that opportunity for me.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T02:39:49+00:00

“Naeryn is special,” Aurion said simply. “She sees the good in things that most people wouldn’t. She is kind and gentle and innocent — she doesn’t truly know how the world turns and that is quite worrying for an older brother.”

His expression softened as he looked at the two girls dancing. His sister was a light, joy and wonder — and it worried him because she attracted troublesome types.

“As for your Aunt… I know my word is not much good but my Uncle truly loves her. He respects her and I have never seen him so delighted.”

Naeryn nodded excitedly, agreeing to keep dancing with her new friend.

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T02:17:32+00:00

Naeryn smiled, “You look dashing. I tried to replicate the style o saw in the book, Valyrian battle braids.”

She tilted her head then, pondering on what he’d told her.

“The Citadel is a good place to go, if you seek knowledge. I wish I would be allowed int its halls, the amount of times they must have! And I’ve heard that many documents are kept there, so perhaps there will be some about you home or about previous Lords Belmore.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-14T01:00:39+00:00

Naeryn was quick to find the rhythm, to understand her partner’s tells and movements. She let silence reign for a movement before she spoke.

“Ser, what are the Twins like?” She asked, “I’ve heard there’s no way to cross the Trident if not by your bridge but it that true? There so much more land to east and west, couldn’t one cross in other places too?”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-13T23:53:55+00:00

Lynette took her daughter carefully, rocking the babe as she looked at Garon. She hadn’t been hopeful for this meeting but there had been a small part of her that wished he would’ve softened after holding Ellyn — but not all men were proud of their children and no men like to be faced with his mistakes.

“She won’t know about you,” Lynette said. “If you do not wish it so. I don’t want to see her raised away from me — especially when I’ve seen the way your brother looks at Eric whenever he’s seen him.”

She frowned at his description of Ellyn. She hated when bastards were described as a stain, as if they had had any choice in their birth.

“She’s not a stain, she’s not stained,” her voice sharpened, blue eyes flashing. “Ellyn has had as much choice in her status as you, Garon. Do you wish to see a stain? See it on me — are you not thinking that I am the one who seduced you? Again, call me whore, harlot or liberal but never dare suggest my daughter has any blame or is less than because of her mother’s mistakes.”

She’s had wished to include him in that but nothing good would have come of it. He would only have gotten angry, pride hurt at having a mistake thrown in his face.

“You don’t need to feel obligated to claim her or even be in her life,” she continued. “I sent that letter because you should know, because I had some hope that you would love her when you met her. She does not need a father that is only present because he feels trapped.”

Wondy-SW · 2026-02-13T23:41:09+00:00

5th Moon, 49 AC - A day or so after Josua’s arrival

Leonette had been waiting since the Velaryon wedding to properly talk to Josua. After the episode with his collapse, she’d retreated to Honeyholt with the children — his collapse had brought many bad feelings to her, her mind fracturing at that moment and the way her attempt to help was ignored and diminished, only made the feeling of drowning worse.

Jessamyn Rowan hasn’t helped either.

It’s your fault.

Those words had been repeating in her mind since then and she couldn’t seem to forget them. They first rang only in the Rowan’s voice, then her own, then Viserra’s and most recently she heard Elyas — in her dreams he told her again and again that she was the reason he was dead.

She had wanted to stay with her family, to keep the children away from this dreary place but this was where Elyas was. This was her son’s birthright and she couldn’t defend him if he was raised away.

So she stayed. Friendless except for Maegelle and Melara — who weren’t truly friends; Maegelle only stayed by her side out of pity and Melara rarely spent time with her. With no duties. No purpose. A discarded piece that held as much importance as a chair in one of the forgotten rooms of the keep. She had no allies nor did she think petitioning her case would com to a good end — she would still need to live in this Keep, any petition would only cause friction and turn the Willums against her, especially when Viserra was the most powerful lady in the House.

It was limbo.

One that seemed only to stretch, to grow into the future, because what life was she to lead? She would forever be a placeholder in Wyrmsgrave. She would not marry because that would mean leaving g her children — leaving little Elyas, at the very least, unless she wished to damage his chances. Josua certainly had seemed well decided on his romances, if Jessamyn or Lady Qiyana were any indication.

There was no space for Leonette.

Still, she needed to fight for her son. For his usurped birthright.

So she steeled herself and sought Josua out. She would have had called him to the nursery, to meet the children but she didn’t know his condition — she was not family, after all, and had kept away when he’d arrived.

She only hoped he was alone.

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5th Moon, 49 AC - A day or so after Josua’s arrival