the festival
Characters: Everyone
Location: The Festival, Middle District, Plaza of Lamufao and beyond
Time: Later afternoon until Evening
Style: Either
Status: Very open like a toaster oven.
Now that the foreigners had begun arriving at steady rates, the locals went about their business as per usual. The initial shock of the strange people faded, and everyday life resumed in Vatheon. Of course, it only appeared as such. Towards the end of the weekend, a few, colourful arrangements had appeared throughout the Middle District. By Sunday, tables and stands had appeared, lining the streets. Stands that were reminiscent of a Japanese festival. Paper lanterns hung from building to building, giving a soft glow to the streets as night began to fall, slowly but surely. The locals tended the stands, which hosted objects ranging from delicious food to necklaces.
Soft music was also floating through the air, as a young, teenage girl with long brown, braided hair played the flute, resting on the edge of a fountain. Hanging from above all the stands was a sign that read, "Welcome" and then something else in an archaic language made of letters and irregular lines. One thing was clear: it was all for you.
Location: The Festival, Middle District, Plaza of Lamufao and beyond
Time: Later afternoon until Evening
Style: Either
Status: Very open like a toaster oven.
Now that the foreigners had begun arriving at steady rates, the locals went about their business as per usual. The initial shock of the strange people faded, and everyday life resumed in Vatheon. Of course, it only appeared as such. Towards the end of the weekend, a few, colourful arrangements had appeared throughout the Middle District. By Sunday, tables and stands had appeared, lining the streets. Stands that were reminiscent of a Japanese festival. Paper lanterns hung from building to building, giving a soft glow to the streets as night began to fall, slowly but surely. The locals tended the stands, which hosted objects ranging from delicious food to necklaces.
Soft music was also floating through the air, as a young, teenage girl with long brown, braided hair played the flute, resting on the edge of a fountain. Hanging from above all the stands was a sign that read, "Welcome" and then something else in an archaic language made of letters and irregular lines. One thing was clear: it was all for you.