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07-07-2014, 11:12 AM
take a look in the mirror - see the truth in your face Stepping away from the meeting as she had promised the others, she moves towards the lakeside and into the clearing that she wishes to use for the festival. She’d spent a good amount of time walking it to ensure the footing was mostly even and that her idea for a quickly made and easily taken down tent would work well in the gently rolling region of the Basin. The sun beats down against her metal armor and builds the sweat that had begun to grow on her during the initial meeting, and she feels the cloth draping beneath her and against her shoulders dampening as she walks; with any luck, this will go quickly and she can take a bath in the lake. This summer has been particularly pleasant, too pleasant as far as she’s concerned for all the blasphemous heat – and what they felt here in the north was surely less than the Throat, and also less than years prior. She longs for the autumn to come in crimson and gold, to sweep away this devilish air. Pausing with the crisp waters framing her chocolate body and a light breeze blessedly tousling the dark locks of her hair, she waits for those interested to follow her to where she stands, nodding to each as they arrive with a smile sweet upon her lips. Where to begin is simple to her – a timeframe is most crucial, something for them to pace themselves by, and then she will work her way into the other details. In particular, the Bloodskald and her Weavers will be needed, but she is not daft enough to have missed the look of revulsion that had crossed her darling Ulrik’s face when he had been asked to help. If he does not come, she does not blame him – it is not really his style to work fabric when there are machines of war to be created, and with that in mind, she will approach him later to explain her actions if he does not arrive. If any would like to contest, she would placate them with pleasure; the Engineer was more hers than any of them were aside from her adopted daughters and her genuine son. "There is much to accomplish between now and the completion of Orangemoon," she begins, feminine voice crisp and delightful as she discusses the final piece in her friendly façade, "including the construction of a party tent, the gathering of refreshments, inviting our horned brethren from outside our great mountain, and, if Torleik would be so kind, the creation of a song with which to entertain our guests. Should any of you be inclined in the art of dance or physical grace, such a thing would also be of interest to me." Raising her head and pausing to glance with a smile flitting across her lips at those who have come, she continues. ”First things first, of course, we have to have the festival mostly prepared and with a set day before we can begin inviting others. For such reasons I would ask the Weavers to create as soon as their schedules allow a selection of colorful fabrics long enough to reach from the top of a tall central post to the ground, creating a tent of sorts once the center pillar is raised and the cloth is tacked down to the soil," a breath takes her, enthusiasm lighting her features, "as the festival will be taking place in the evening, we will need light sources, perhaps the glowing mushrooms from the cave system or one of Ulrik's brilliant creations - and of course, we’ll need food. The Wyvern’s Breath should be dropping berries by then and I’m sure there will be many more things to provide. If d’Artagnan, Lena, or the other herbalists wish to have stands created from which to sell their wares, they may do so – but be sure to not harm our guests, only increase their enjoyment. We are to be among our kin, providing them entertainment and with any luck creating bonds that will stretch to even the furthest points of Helovia – a great thing indeed." |
