Spring Festival [OPEN TO ALL!]

[deadly_legacy]

When; Friday, April 6 2012, afternoon into night
Rating; Various! Warn if you need to on individual threads.
Characters; EVERYONE EVER!
Summary; Spring festival
Log;

Xanadu is buzzing this afternoon with with food stands and booths with games to play and trinkets to sell or win. There are a couple of stages where people play instruments, sing, juggle, and otherwise entertain.

People donated money, time and materials to bring everything together. Some areas are very polished and professional while others have more of a homemade touch, but it blends together nicely and there is a little something for everyone. A little further from the main attractions there is space for relaxing or playing a game of frisbee or catch.

As the evening settles upon the City, paper lanterns light up an outdoor dance floor and a band plays a range of music from romantic to spirited. There are also tables set up for those who would prefer to star or people gaze.

(OOC: As mentioned here please feel free to have your character/business set up a booth or stand or to be performing under the appropriate headings! They can be doing if for money, free, or charity. General Mingle | Booths: Games/Merchandise | Food Stands | Entertainment/Street Performers | Dance)

Comments

open;

[auguria]

[Jast's current dancing partner is an infant, whose mother is watching the pair of them from a nearby chair with bemusement. Jast is down on his knees, swaying with the giggling baby in time to the music.

His dance card, however, is very open.]

[boutant]

[ Awww, cute. Ariadne is still sketching, but this time it's the two of them -- Jast and the infant. It's fairly quick, more out of necessity than anything else, as she's not sure how long her subjects will stay there. ]

[auguria]

[The baby only has so much stamina for dancing, and Jast is very acutely aware of his partners needs. Before the boy can even think about fussing, Jast presses a kiss onto one of his warm cheeks, scooping him up to be returned to his mother. She says something nice to him, but all Jast can do is flush and shake his head, backing away. He goes to perch on a picnic table, away from the crowd. He's a bit too shy to dance with anyone else, but he certainly likes to watch.]

[boutant]

[ She gets a better look at his face and the details of his clothing when he's perched on the table, and so Ariadne continues her sketching. His eyes get a few final touches before she tucks her pencil behind an ear and stands. She wants to show him. ]

[auguria]

[He looks up at her before he really should have taken notice of her, but... that's just Jast, and he watches her wind her way past the crowd to him, tilting his head with an inviting smile.]

Ariadne.

[boutant]

[ She smiles back, but doesn't say anything until she's closer. ]

Hello, Jast. I have something to show you.

[ She takes her sketchbook then, turning it around so he'll get the best possible look at what she drew. ]

[auguria]

[He gives a delighted little coo, which turns into a flustered little twitter, nose going a bit pink.]

So clever.

[He looks at her from beneath the messy hair that's fallen across his face.]

Hmm, you... practice? Yes?

[boutant]

[ That is precious. ]

Thank you.

[ There's a nod. ]

I'm an architect, back home, but I like to draw things other than buildings for fun.

[auguria]

[He tilts his head. He knows what an architect is, but... It's something that holds a much different connotation to a boy who lives in the woods. To him it is more like an orchestrator. A dreamer. He happens to know one of those is particularly apt.]

Are... y-your drawings, hm, created?

[He means does people build them.]

[archivy]

[ Ivy isn't going to dance, but that doesn't mean that she cannot watch — perhaps even a little wistfully. ]

[auguria]

[When he's parted from his tiny companion, returning the baby to his mother with a bashful duck of his head, he comes to sit with Ivy instead. He sits near her feet, gazing up at her curiously.]

Do the festivities please you, clever one?

[archivy]

[ It is nice to watch him, so in unity with his surroundings. ]

They do. [ To some extent. She likes them well enough, in as much as she lets herself like anything. That, however, is not something she can yet convey in his language, so she makes a vague gesture, shrugging a little. ] And you?

[auguria]

[He offers her one of his bright little smiles.]

There is always time to celebrate in the sunlight, it pleases the seasons and their pleasure is mine.

[His hands go to the ground, palms spread as if he can listen to something beneath them, and of course he can.]

Music makes souls and minds open and fly. Together there is magic to be made.

[archivy]

There is. [ If there is one thing that she is familiar with, it is magic— not only on account of being a magical entity herself, but also in terms of understanding and wielding great magical power. Still, the type of magic that he speaks of is more fundamental, the basis of all that she can do. ] It is pleasant to see one so happy.

[auguria]

Dancing has been a measure of the worlds since the very first, little souls flitting in fascination 'round the fires...

[His language itself is built upon stories, and he is a priest given often to their telling.]

My sister would love to stomp and triumph with them, her dances are swift enough for the firebirds to trill in her glory.

[He doesn't allow the sentiment into his tone, but he does not much care for being separated from his order, eyes darting to the side to look at something else.]

[archivy]

I am sorry that she is not here. [ It must be difficult to be separated from them, and that is something that Ivy can relate to in some way, and not at all in many others— she has no brothers and sisters, but the loneliness of it is something far too familiar to her. ]

[auguria]

She is the eldest of us to survive, you would enjoy her. She is amiable and warm.

[Paderau was a tough and irreverent momma bird, joyous and lively, a spitfire who exemplified her element and had learned many hard lessons in her almost four hundred years of life.]

But I am never alone.

[An entirely ritualized response, and one his heart is not completely behind. He looks up at Ivy with a smile anyway, implying her company is valued.]

Re: open;

[livingmyths]

[Rain smiled as she watched him from the fringes of the crowd.]

[auguria]

[His little companion eventually grows tired, and Jast scoops the infant up to be returned where he belongs. As for Jast, he is never really alone and perhaps will likewise take to watching the crowd. Surreptitiously, a number of birds come to join him. One or two at a time, until he really has a whole little flock sitting with him peacefully in the sunshine.]

[livingmyths]

[Rain sat down and watched, eyes wide, hands over her mouth so she didn't make any noise and scare him or the birds away.]

[auguria]

[They're hard to spook with the augur nearby, and in fact, a pair of bluebirds come to investigate her eagerly.]

[livingmyths]

[She squeaked a little when the bluebirds came over, quickly covering her mouth again. Then daringly she reached in her backpack for the last peanut butter crackers she had left from lunch and offered the pieces in her hands to the birds, sitting so still she barely dared to breathe.]

[auguria]

[Oh those crackers... the birds an terribly excited about that, but Jast doesn't let them harass her. He gets up to come sit beside her, and keep the little beasts in line, a little bit literally, a small trail of them forming in front of her, awaiting their turn at the crumbs.]

[livingmyths]

[Her eyes are so huge that it's hard to notice anything else about her face - other than her huge awed smile - as the birds line up to eat from her hand. She dared one quick glance over at Jast.]

Look! [It was barely a whisper.]

They're eating from my hands!

[auguria]

[He gives a little giggle, leaning close to watch over her shoulder. He whispers in kind,]

T-they can be... polite, yes?