OPEN :: A golden bird was singing

[baedalites]

Who: Everyone!
What: St Kelley's evening
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Veerdi evening.
Notes:
(1) The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.
(2) All mementos will appear overnight in some part of your character's apartment.
(3) Dance!

St Kelley's is one of the more sedate occasions in Baedal, at least as holidays go. It passes more or less unnoticed by the majority of the population as many of them feel it doesn't concern them. It's not their holiday; it's for the others. Those with severed ties and broken hearts. The temple and church preach that it's a time for reflection or for glorifying the generosity of the gods. It's one of the few days on which no one looks askance at first generation Citizens mourning their missing loved ones publicly.

As night rolls around and floating lanterns are set to sea, the Apache in Mog Hill prepares to accept guests from the newer cohorts. It's something that happens every year, making it a practical tradition. The alcohol will be cheaper for first timers, and the music will be kept at a reasonable level.

Comments

[indiscreet]

For all that they've spoken all of twice, given that Hasi is one of that select category of people who've gained something like near-instant adulation from Anna, her opinion really does hold more than its fair share of weight.

She also enjoys that Ivan kisses her hand; flattery will get you everywhere, half-cheeky or not.

So she tucks the discomfort more or less to the side -- she'll ask Ilde later, she decides, if there's not an answer by the end of the conversation. (Curiosity can only be delayed so long.)

"Well, Hasi's taste is nothing if not impeccable," a light smirk, "so, if you ask me, he can stay. At least long enough to inform me of what I'm sure are a number of charming and wicked qualities, that I might decide for myself your taste in men."

[deservesadaisy]

"You are very gracious." Ilde draping herself over him is, evidently, nothing new. "What were you ladies discussing, before I so rudely interrupted?"

[rhinemaid]

"My harp," she supplies, reflexively pleased by it; she doesn't imagine that Erik had been trying to buy her affection (he hadn't-- he'd thought, fairly, that she could do with something good after everything else), but in fairness that's mostly because the lessons of being outrageously spoiled growing up take longer than this to dissipate. Of course she should be given the things that she wants.

She doesn't much complain, when she goes without, but the fact remains that Emery made her a bit of a princess and captivity was not a maturing experience.

"You'll come and hear me play, Anna, won't you? I'd like that."

[indiscreet]

"I wouldn't miss it for anything." Her smile is flattered and indulgent. "You simply give me a time some evening and everything else in my schedule will simply have to settle for being rearranged." Flattery begets flattery -- that's part of the fun of it.

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan suppresses the urge to suggest he make himself popcorn.

"It is a fine harp; it would be a shame not to show it off now and then."