Let the Festival Begin [Day 143 | Day 144]

[bastionmods]

Who: EVERYONE
Open: Open
When: Day 143 & 144
Where: All over the Bastion
What: The first two days of the Harvest Festival
Format Any
Warnings: None

For the past week or so, it may feel like to some that the Bastion is gearing up for something. And not anything bad, either. Something good and oh so needed. It's not just the people, the Caels and the Ura that are aware of what the coming days would mean if the world was still intact. It's like the very Bastion itself has suddenly gained new life, and there's a power over it that's greater than any person, creature or Core.

Anyone who is still awake as dawn breaks over the Bastion may find themselves inexplicably tired for no reason at all, and unable to give in to an intense need to close their eyes, just for a moment.

When everyone wakes, and I do mean everyone, the Bastion will be transformed. Decorations, lights strung across every angle, wreaths, tables with colorful cloths over them, streamers and banners and so much stuff just seemingly out of nowhere! The entire Bastion, suddenly a vibrant, beautiful place for a celebration. And not just any celebration.

The Harvest Festival!

Comments

[forhyrule]

[ Two sides of the same coin. How strikingly appropriate for the young sovereign intimately aware of her kingdom's living antithesis and its sharp-tongued princess. ]

My world was also one of opposites, although not personified in our gods. [ Her eyes wander over the contents of the stalls. ] A realm of perpetual darkness mirrored my own kingdom of light. One could not exist without the other.

[fuckthemancers]

It does make a certain amount of sense, doesn't it? If you've never known one, then can you really say you know the other as well?

[forhyrule]

One does not truly know happiness until one has known sorrow, nor peace when one has not known war.

[fuckthemancers]

Exactly. [He smiles to Zelda before Serena comes back and Zulf takes the red ribbon while saying his thanks. He turns back to the princess.] I hope this will do well enough.

[forhyrule]

[ Zelda softly returns his smile, nodding. ] That will do perfectly. What is the proper way to wear it?

[fuckthemancers]

Whatever way makes you most comfortable, so long as it is visible. Many simply tie something to their arms for simplicity's sake. I wore this- [He raises a hand to the red around his throat.] -to better fit in Caelondia.

[No mention of the significance to the one on his finger, however.]

[forhyrule]

[ Zelda looped the ribbon around behind her and tied it in a loose bow in her hair, just above the clasp at her braid. The ribbon on Zulf's finger does not escape Zelda's notice. ]

Is there significance in the location where it is worn? [ She lifted one hand and wiggled her fingers. ]

[fuckthemancers]

Ah... [Zulf holds himself just a little straighter, and his dark gaze is unable to focus on Zelda. He folds his hands in front of himself, one over the other which wears the red.]

My... fiance did not survive the Calamity as I did.

[forhyrule]

Please forgive my intrusion and accept my condolences for your loss. [ Zelda places her hand above her chest and bows slightly in apology. She found it difficult to avoid intruding on people's personal lives; everyone she met had lost friends, family, and love to the Calamity. ]

[fuckthemancers]

There is no need to apologize. [Even if his smile is a little tight and his gaze a little dark with regret and anger and sorrow-] It is a question that would have gotten asked in due time. Besides... I don't believe there is not one person here who hasn't lost someone dear to them.