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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The music starts, briefly silencing the crowd and making all heads turn north towards the Castle District. The beings had started gathering along the expected path of the parade since the early evening. While many enjoyed the street food and the various entertainers that lined the path, the wait only got more restless as the sky began to shift to tones of yellow and orange, and then darken into the blues and violets that crown the sunset. As the marching band crests past the the gated archway the anguish of waiting is replaced with joy as the crowd erupts in cheer, drowing out the music. |
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| + | This is the beginning of the New Year's Joy parade, a much-hyped event that had begun as a drunken quip between two of Sweetwater's trade barons, but soon grew and blossomed like a fertile seed as Beings from all walks of life clamored for the celebration to happen. With the support of many of the noble houses, and the near totality of Firmament's business and trade interests (how better to start the new year than a celebration that will bring prospective shoppers from miles around?) plans began to take hold, and six months after that initial whisper the new year is being greeted with a roaring ruckus.<br> <br>For his first time being back in two years, Baz sure picked a day to leave his loft. The wolf blinks at just how.. festive it is and grins. Tail flicking and twitching as he looks around the wolf looks amazingly happy-and relaxed. Having already enjoyed some food and alcholic beverages earlier, The wolf is just wandering around and sort-of mingling, enjoy the festivites as much as possible.<br> <br>At the stall housing one of the many food vendors Lyas can be seen, clad in street clothes with a warm cloak thrown over the top. A bump in the fabric shows he has a sword underneath the cloak. The irritated look on his face suggests he's considering using it. The source of his irritation is apparently the vendor - as the tabby Cat gestures, the wolf behind the stand shakes his head. Some sort of argument is happening, though over the street noise, you'd have to be standing right next to them to determine what it's about. After a few minutes, Lyas turns away and stalks off, offended tail twitching behind him. His eyes scan the crowd, searching for amusement to forget about this less-than-fortuitous start to the year.<br> <br>Sure, it might not be the best idea for Aleera to show her face too much today, but how could she be expected to pass up on a celebration like this? Besides, it's pretty crowded out today anyways.... Not that the feline is particularly good at 'blending in' or 'keeping a low profile'. No, she's shouting, cheering and laughing away as the marching band finally comes into view, and she's... probably causing a vendor a great deal of annoyance by sitting on top of a barrel near someone's booth. When combined with her height, that leaves her pretty high up above the rest of the crowd.<br> <br>"Flora looks... Mildly uncomfortable at the amount of people, and by the looks of things, neither she, nor her children, have slept very well on the way over to Sweetwater. She's been absent for at least a few months, and LongTech's day-to-day operations have been taken over by Sveta, for the time being. Right now, though, she's mostly keeping an eye on her children, each of them dressed in a well-made tunic of sorts. Flora, meanwhile, is also idly conversing with one or two nobles... Even if her face says she'd much rather sleep.<br> <br>With her typical, noble fashion sense (that is to say, absence of it), Cirrus peers through the crowd in her adventuring clothes, her straps pulled slightly tighter, buckles locked down tight, wary of any pickpockets seeing the crowd as a ripe harvest of drunken beings and loose coin purses. She tilts her head up into the air, nostrils flaring as some aroma of grilling protein manages to pierce its way through the miasma of bodies, the snow leopard beginning to nudge her way through the crowd towards the vendor. What better way to start off the evening than a snack!<br> <br>Searching for amusement, Lyas's eyes soon light upon Aleera. He makes his way towards her immediately - they had made tentative plans to meet up during the parade, and it's a relief to see she made it. A grin flickers across his face as he remembers their recent escapades - truth be told, he still hasn't yet cleared the resultant hangover. | ||
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| + | "Aleera!" He practically yells, creeping up behind the other feline. While he's trying to make her jump, the noise of the crowd might just warrant him shouting. He puts his hands on the barrel Aleera is sitting on, giving it a gentle rock for emphasis. Aleera might be in danger of getting pitched into the parade, but that's her problem!<br> <br>The wolf glares daggers at Lyas as he walks off, shaking his head before turning his attention to another customer. His angry glower vanishes as if by magic, replaced by a practiced, saccharine smile aimed at the betusked hippo being that's approaching with gluttony in his eyes. | ||
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| + | Small clan beings skitter in and out of the crowd, a tripping hazard for other beings in the best of times, but for Bazalt, a 7 foot tall canine seeing little more than the heads and shoulders of all the other beings around him, they're a serious issue. Serious enough that his feet keep bumping into the small creatures, forcing him to take measured steps. | ||
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| + | Flora's feelings are echoed in some of the other nobles watching the parade. Still, a great deal of them look on with either greed or joyful contentment, watching their respective plans unfold. As this had been six months in the making, and with how tangled the webs of Firmament's nobility are, nearly everyone had a stake in this, large or small.<br> <br>The purveyor of grilled meats and vegetables has a busy day ahead of him. The elderly ferret, two of his sons and five of his grandsons were all behind the normal-sized stall, working a virtual conveyor belt. Skewers are given to customers so quickly that it's almost a guarantee some of the payment will be missing by the end of the night. The nearby Aleera from her barrel perch can only be tempted by the aroma, even as she feels her barrel start to wiggle under her as the marching band nears. Not far, Cirrus approaches, attracte d by the aroma of these delicious treats as the many other beings that crowd this area.<br> <br>Spooking a cat is... rarely a good idea even at the best of times, and... well. Aleera is a Water Folk and not a Graceful Folk for a reason. She perks up as her name is called, glancing over her shoulder and offering Lyas a toothy grin... just in time for it swap to surprise as she flails her arms at her side and topples forward. There's a quiet, short scream from her, drowned out by the sounds of the crowd and the parade, and then some annoyed grunting as she pushes herself up off of the... unlucky Cirrus that she just fell right on top of, dragging them both to the ground. | ||
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| + | With one hand still resting on the snow leopard's torso, she pushes herself up, offering Lyas another smile despite the situation. "Lyas! Come 'ere so that I can hit you fer that!" it's... hard to tell if she's joking. Either way, she flashes Cirrus that same grin, except it's accompanied by the much less threatening words of, "Sorry 'bout that." | ||
Revision as of 00:50, 6 January 2019
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5/1/482
Log
The music starts, briefly silencing the crowd and making all heads turn north towards the Castle District. The beings had started gathering along the expected path of the parade since the early evening. While many enjoyed the street food and the various entertainers that lined the path, the wait only got more restless as the sky began to shift to tones of yellow and orange, and then darken into the blues and violets that crown the sunset. As the marching band crests past the the gated archway the anguish of waiting is replaced with joy as the crowd erupts in cheer, drowing out the music.
This is the beginning of the New Year's Joy parade, a much-hyped event that had begun as a drunken quip between two of Sweetwater's trade barons, but soon grew and blossomed like a fertile seed as Beings from all walks of life clamored for the celebration to happen. With the support of many of the noble houses, and the near totality of Firmament's business and trade interests (how better to start the new year than a celebration that will bring prospective shoppers from miles around?) plans began to take hold, and six months after that initial whisper the new year is being greeted with a roaring ruckus.
For his first time being back in two years, Baz sure picked a day to leave his loft. The wolf blinks at just how.. festive it is and grins. Tail flicking and twitching as he looks around the wolf looks amazingly happy-and relaxed. Having already enjoyed some food and alcholic beverages earlier, The wolf is just wandering around and sort-of mingling, enjoy the festivites as much as possible.
At the stall housing one of the many food vendors Lyas can be seen, clad in street clothes with a warm cloak thrown over the top. A bump in the fabric shows he has a sword underneath the cloak. The irritated look on his face suggests he's considering using it. The source of his irritation is apparently the vendor - as the tabby Cat gestures, the wolf behind the stand shakes his head. Some sort of argument is happening, though over the street noise, you'd have to be standing right next to them to determine what it's about. After a few minutes, Lyas turns away and stalks off, offended tail twitching behind him. His eyes scan the crowd, searching for amusement to forget about this less-than-fortuitous start to the year.
Sure, it might not be the best idea for Aleera to show her face too much today, but how could she be expected to pass up on a celebration like this? Besides, it's pretty crowded out today anyways.... Not that the feline is particularly good at 'blending in' or 'keeping a low profile'. No, she's shouting, cheering and laughing away as the marching band finally comes into view, and she's... probably causing a vendor a great deal of annoyance by sitting on top of a barrel near someone's booth. When combined with her height, that leaves her pretty high up above the rest of the crowd.
"Flora looks... Mildly uncomfortable at the amount of people, and by the looks of things, neither she, nor her children, have slept very well on the way over to Sweetwater. She's been absent for at least a few months, and LongTech's day-to-day operations have been taken over by Sveta, for the time being. Right now, though, she's mostly keeping an eye on her children, each of them dressed in a well-made tunic of sorts. Flora, meanwhile, is also idly conversing with one or two nobles... Even if her face says she'd much rather sleep.
With her typical, noble fashion sense (that is to say, absence of it), Cirrus peers through the crowd in her adventuring clothes, her straps pulled slightly tighter, buckles locked down tight, wary of any pickpockets seeing the crowd as a ripe harvest of drunken beings and loose coin purses. She tilts her head up into the air, nostrils flaring as some aroma of grilling protein manages to pierce its way through the miasma of bodies, the snow leopard beginning to nudge her way through the crowd towards the vendor. What better way to start off the evening than a snack!
Searching for amusement, Lyas's eyes soon light upon Aleera. He makes his way towards her immediately - they had made tentative plans to meet up during the parade, and it's a relief to see she made it. A grin flickers across his face as he remembers their recent escapades - truth be told, he still hasn't yet cleared the resultant hangover.
"Aleera!" He practically yells, creeping up behind the other feline. While he's trying to make her jump, the noise of the crowd might just warrant him shouting. He puts his hands on the barrel Aleera is sitting on, giving it a gentle rock for emphasis. Aleera might be in danger of getting pitched into the parade, but that's her problem!
The wolf glares daggers at Lyas as he walks off, shaking his head before turning his attention to another customer. His angry glower vanishes as if by magic, replaced by a practiced, saccharine smile aimed at the betusked hippo being that's approaching with gluttony in his eyes.
Small clan beings skitter in and out of the crowd, a tripping hazard for other beings in the best of times, but for Bazalt, a 7 foot tall canine seeing little more than the heads and shoulders of all the other beings around him, they're a serious issue. Serious enough that his feet keep bumping into the small creatures, forcing him to take measured steps.
Flora's feelings are echoed in some of the other nobles watching the parade. Still, a great deal of them look on with either greed or joyful contentment, watching their respective plans unfold. As this had been six months in the making, and with how tangled the webs of Firmament's nobility are, nearly everyone had a stake in this, large or small.
The purveyor of grilled meats and vegetables has a busy day ahead of him. The elderly ferret, two of his sons and five of his grandsons were all behind the normal-sized stall, working a virtual conveyor belt. Skewers are given to customers so quickly that it's almost a guarantee some of the payment will be missing by the end of the night. The nearby Aleera from her barrel perch can only be tempted by the aroma, even as she feels her barrel start to wiggle under her as the marching band nears. Not far, Cirrus approaches, attracte d by the aroma of these delicious treats as the many other beings that crowd this area.
Spooking a cat is... rarely a good idea even at the best of times, and... well. Aleera is a Water Folk and not a Graceful Folk for a reason. She perks up as her name is called, glancing over her shoulder and offering Lyas a toothy grin... just in time for it swap to surprise as she flails her arms at her side and topples forward. There's a quiet, short scream from her, drowned out by the sounds of the crowd and the parade, and then some annoyed grunting as she pushes herself up off of the... unlucky Cirrus that she just fell right on top of, dragging them both to the ground.
With one hand still resting on the snow leopard's torso, she pushes herself up, offering Lyas another smile despite the situation. "Lyas! Come 'ere so that I can hit you fer that!" it's... hard to tell if she's joking. Either way, she flashes Cirrus that same grin, except it's accompanied by the much less threatening words of, "Sorry 'bout that."
