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05-29-2017, 10:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-29-2017, 10:15 AM by God of the Spark.)
The God still has no idea if they are doing this for him, or for themselves. He really hopes it's the latter. Really fucking hopes it. And, after years of having not showed up to these things, he thought maybe they'd gotten the idea and were just ... doing this festival for their own enjoyment. But he'd felt Rikyn reaching out to him with that insufferable pleading way the loyal idiot had, and the God figured he was probably wrong.
They wanted him there. Maybe even needed him there. But why? Did he seem like the type interesting in parties? Did he in anyway give off a 'throw me a festival every year' vibe?
Mortals, he thought to himself, sighing wearily.
The sky suddenly flashed with sheet lightning, and then darkened ominously. The light that had previously coloured the Basin faded away as if midnight had come early. An eery quiet fell over everything and the seconds that ticked by seemed to be taking their sweet time.
And then.
FLASH
FLASHFLASHFLASH.
A brilliant display of fireworks suddenly bloomed in the sky. Dragons made of electricity chased their tails and gobbled up starlight as phantasmic creatures danced among and between those scattered below. Deer ran by, chased by ghostly wolves with snapping teeth, while stars of light hung in the air like lanterns. Small flowers of light bloomed through the grasses as more ordinary (but coloured) fireworks continued to speckle the sky.
As all of this happened, the God appeared silently behind Rikyn. "Quite the party, kid." He grumbled, but his voice was good-natured sounding and his brow wasn't quite as furrowed as it normally was.
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