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09-25-2014, 09:58 AM
take a look in the mirror - see the truth in your face The day has come. The Lady canters across Helovia, long strides stretching to carry her towards the floating isle and the clouds that will carry her upwards. Her mouth is full of herbal foods for the party she plans to host and one of Ulrik’s cloth bags hangs across her shoulders, plum full of the glowing mushrooms, occasionally trailing a sparkling tendril or two as she makes a particularly bouncy transition across the land. Kyst, never far, is above her, wings stretched to carry her at a leisurely pace in the air, her talons clutching another bag containing more mushrooms – the most plentiful of their stores, to be sure, and she cannot help but wonder if the collection was a bit overkill on all their behalves, but surely the tent above will be lit well and a large portion of grass highlighted in the darkness to allow dancing and merriment without the risk of breaking one’s ankle. Her lip protrudes as she thinks of her dance, the one that cannot happen now. She has thought ahead and has a separate act prepared for their Lord of Time, and while not getting to dance with her beloved son was a blow to the heart she was not sure how to deal with, she was prepared to carry on – as all good women were. Before long, the grass and sand turns into stone, and then clouds, and soon they are up top and among the four tents of the herds. Without much delay, the Lady drops the food stuffs inside the tent and then plops her two bags of mushrooms down, quickly working in the afternoon to prepare the area before sun fall. Occasionally, someone from the herd arrives, and she smiles boldly before continuing to place the mushrooms in even (symmetrical, now) piles of four mushrooms, counting her paces between each stack to ensure it is even and to the God’s specifications. After about an hour, each are in place, and even in the daylight, an ethereal glow spreads across the open region between the four tents, the blue fabric of their own highlighted magnificently and, she can only imagine, breathtaking in the darkness. With a last look, she enters into the tent to arrange the berries into neat piles, stripping the red beads from the branches and laying them out on smooth stones she had drug into place earlier that week. While she had initially intended it to be a herd matter, the festival had become a rather personal affair that she had tended to with a watchful eye and careful planning, and where the mare would normally be bitter that she had been saddled with so many tasks, she found the work enjoyable. Soft humming exudes from the tent as she busies herself preparing for the masses she hopes will come to honor her Lord of Shock as Kyst leaves the isle once more with bags in tow to bring up more of the food supplies. [ OOC: This thread is for Basin members to set up their stands and anything else for the party. Please include in your OOC description what your character has made/done for the party for quick reference by our guests. I will be working on an aerial view map today to add in each thing where you guys have set it up. :3 Illynx has created a large circle of glowing mushrooms for a dance floor, and has also lighted the tent and laid out food stuffs on large, flat stones (clover, wyvern's breath berries, blackberries, and raspberries) along the inside edges of the tent. ] |
