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

[livingmyths]

[Rain nodded, not even understanding that she was hearing his thoughts, though she did look around curiously.]

Where's the leaves?

[auguria]

[His eyebrows go up, curious in kind. He has never... consciously thought about the imagery in his speech. The gift was given to him by his gods, it came as naturally as breathing, but he knows where she took the picture from. He tilts his head, he knows that she is special and so... he tries,]

The leaves are a symbol.

['Symbols' portray themselves as songs and stories, the history behind the imagery.]

[livingmyths]

Oh.

[She considers this for a moment, part of her mind still engrossed in the birds eating from her hands, still not aware that she's hearing/seeing his thoughts.]

That's pretty, leaves to be like that, like symbols of everything.

[auguria]

They can become many things... Home, shelter, shade. The voices of the trees.

[He smiles quietly.]

[livingmyths]

[Rain closes her eyes for a minute, just 'listening'.]

You talk so pretty.

[auguria]

I speak with the gifts I have been given, I am happy to do them justice.

[livingmyths]

[All she wanted to do was find a way to crawl inside his 'voice' and snuggle in there. It made her feel warm and happy and safe and... free somehow. Without even being aware of it she was broadcasting those feelings as she fed the birds and listened to him.]

Oh, you do! It makes me feel so... really really good. And happy.

[auguria]

You are more sensitive to it than many humans. I wish I could always share the beauties of the earth with them.

[livingmyths]

I wish I could talk like that and make people see pictures and feel good.

[auguria]

[He tilts his head. That seems a silly wish to him, but it would be a cold day in hell before he ever made fun of her. He reaches out to pet her hair gently.]

When your heart and your mind are one, and you speak with great earnest, there is much that can be seen and felt.

[livingmyths]

[She leaned into his touch unconsciously, sighing contentedly.]

I'd like that.