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]

A life underwater offers few close encounters with flame, and the way that cigarette smoke looks, almost blue in colour, as fine and intricate as lace the way it moves through the air? It's still strange and beautiful to him, and he just watches in fascination as Wolfgang lights up. He eventually tears his gaze away from Wolfgang's cigarette to actually look at Wolfgang again, "Don't start what?" Don't start questioning the smoking? Don't start staring at him? (It's certainly too late for that second one. Sorry Wolfgang.)

His eyes slowly creep back to the cigarette, "Why do you do it?"