Galileo's Burden, Phase OMG: Comfortably Numb
All the torches in the village were lit, and the smell of cooked meat wafted through the air. The village center was the site of a tremendous bonfire, surrounded by cushions for the guests of honor. The Oryans performed a ceremonial dance to kick off the festivities, and then came the food. Piles of it, magnificently colored and all lovingly prepared for the so-called sky people.
As the bonfire settled down into cinders and the night wore down, the local brewmaster passed around a jug of banni, the fermented fruit of a local tree. Banni, as he explained to the visitors, was carefully brewed in wooden casks made from the tree's bark. It took a brewmaster to create the mix, however, due to certain special properties in the bark.
The Oryans didn't really explain what those were.
But as the liquor (or tea, an alternative for those who prefer not to drink) was served out, there was a feeling of peace in the village.
(OOC: SUBTHREADS ARE FINE!)