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

[cerebral]

Charles had noticed what was about to happen, right at the moment when it did, and his hands have already gone out just in case there's any more damage. Thankfully not.

"Oh, steady there." He smiles good-naturedly, but his brow furrows a little in concern. There was a definite thud, after all. "Are you all right?"

[djravenfall]

Kaitlyn can't help but hang her head a bit in embarrassment, sighing as she gives a bit of a nod to Charles. "Sorry," she repeats with a bit of a nervous laugh. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. I promise I haven't had that much to drink." She straightens herself back up, scanning the bar for the bartender in hopes of flagging her down before she heads off to tend to someone else.


"Having a good holiday?" may seem like a random question, but Kaitlyn likes making idle conversation. And she still feels bad for nearly literally stumbling into this guy's day. "Bar's a little packed for my taste, but eh." She gives a smile, leaning her elbow against the bar while she waits.