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

[martyrdomoption]

Mitchell turns to catch her eye for a moment, smile caught in a silent laugh, as if this is the most ordinary of in-jokes. But after the appropriate amount of time has passed, he turns his attention back to his habit.

"You both seem, I don't know." He holds off on saying a better choice. He'll leave those kinds of judgments up to Daniil, who can get away with them. "Well suited." And he shrugs; it's the topic they're on and Mitchell isn't good at non sequiturs.

[rhinemaid]

“Ivan and I?” The thought transparently pleases her; her attachment to Ivan should probably be a little worrying, in general, the force of it in such a comparatively brief time and such a generally ill-advised relationship. ...but she's not worried, even if a good half of her acquaintance would like to wrest him away from her with a holy crowbar. “I think so.”

Most of the time, anyway. The rest of the time she worries about whether or not she's doing the right things to make sure he stays (and it's a larger concern, now that certain plans are laid out on the table).