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

[wontturntofoam]

Shrieky snags the hankerchief, and gives Nico a slightly unimpressed look, because that is not the correct approach to having your handkerchief borrowed for such an important cleaning mission as this one, "Don't anticipate my failure! I have absolute faith in your handkerchief being the key addition to this process ending successfully."

He may be overstating his case there somewhat. Still, he artfully dips half of the fine linen embroidered handkerchief into his water, and carefully reaches around behind the back of his head to lift his pony tail and swipe at the sticky syrupy coating covering his neck. He's carefully kept half of the handkerchief dry, to use as a makeshift towel once he's done here.

"Anyway, thank you." This is added a little curtly, as an afterthought.