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

[yeouiju]

Maybe it is easier, for Sunny. Human ritual and tradition is something he is a part of; a beast that walks from the river to the village, soaking wet and smiling, taking gratefully a seat by the fire and eating dinner with the farm wife's children, some several hundred years ago. They prayed for the gifts he bestowed, sent lanterns of the equivalent for him. He wants to watch them dance in a circle and put boats in the water for their loved ones than fight stupid wars and tear a country, his country, in two.

Which doesn't make him different, really. It is just where his thoughts drift.

The answer from the fairy is vague but he doesn't sense dishonesty. It's more like a flash back of reflected sunlight on murkier river, distracting. "So are your shoes," he says, instead.