The Departure of Morwen Festival, 511 AV (Closed)

[Cheshire]

Date: 89th-91st of Autumn, 511 AV Location: Frozen Falls Market Purpose: Departure of Morwen Status: Closed It was three days until the season was over. Three more days left with Queen Morwen before she would leave the city to spread winter to the rest of Mizahar. It was a sad time for the Vantha. They would miss their mother Goddess greatly. As a city, they had decided long ago that they would not dwell on her departure while she was still in the city. They would celebrate her journey instead, creating a great and beautiful festival in her honor. They called it The Departure of Morwen. The name was a bit saddening but it held the promise of it's twin festival, The Homecoming of Morwen when the snow Queen returned. The majority of the festival took place in the Frozen Falls Market. All around there were people celebrating. The Winterflames were selling their foods at discounted prices and offering to teach those who wanted to learn how to cook. The Skyglows and Snowsongs followed suit, giving out sales and lessons to those who wanted them. The Skyglows who were not trying to sell their wares were in a open space off to the side of the market. They all shipped and shaped the ice or snow that was in front of them, working to make the frozen sculptures their race was so well known for. There were sculptures of animals of all shapes and sizes, people, and even attempts at capturing Morwen's likeness. All were works of art in their own way. Others were welcome to try their hand at the sculpting as well. If enough worked, there would even be a prize for the best! The Skyglow were proud of their works and were more than happy to share the art to anyone who wanted to admire their work. They just warned that no one got too close. One didn't want an angry Vantha on their hands when they tipped over a sculpture… Over near the menagerie, Snowsongs and other storytellers gathered to spin tales in the warmth of the great fire. There were logs set up to sit on and furs for those who got too cold. The storytelling had just begun with Bora Snowsong's introduction. "Once there was a Vantha born of Iceglaze who was very beautiful. She was an architect of sorts. Always drawing up plans for others but never getting to build them. She loved her job but sadly, she was not strong enough to help with building. At times she would joke to her gentleman callers about how she wished they would take her to build with them. They simply laughed, kissing her on the cheek, and letting her know construction and building was for the tough and hardy, not the soft and beautiful. She was beginning to believe this would be her fate. That she would always imagine and create on paper, but never create the real thing. That was until one night…" Bora's eyes flashed a light purple as she finished her part of the story, motioning to the next person in the circle. The story worked as such. One person would begin the story and tell it until it reached a turning point. Then they would stop and pass the story to the next person. This kept going until the story ended and another was started. There were already a few people in the story circle but they were always open to more. It did not matter if you were a master story-spinner or had never told a story in your life. The circle was open to all. There would be more festivities to come. This was only just the beginning. There would be games, competitions, and many other things. Everyone was just waiting for more people to arrive. OOCFeel free to post multiple times between my posts. I want you guys to mingle before I start throwing stuff at you.

[Cara]

Cara strode through the festivities, her cloaked shoulders brushing up against others of her kind. But she paid them no mind. Didn't bother to apologize when they complained that she had been rude, and should have looked at where she was going before colliding with them. She didn't really care if her brethren saw her as rude or cold-hearted. For it merely meant that her brand suited her all the more. Icemaiden; that was precisely what she was, although, unlike some of the others, she chose to play with fire as well. Not just that which Morwen created. For that, was simply, limiting one's options unnecessarily. After all, so much could be done with each of the elements. A sinister smile crossed the Vantha's lips as her irises took on a mixture of orange and yellow. Her body trembled, as she forced it to halt in front of several ice sculptures, of all different shapes and sizes. The woman noticed that many of the sculptors had chosen to carve places, or even animals. None truly caught her eye, save for an icy tigress, which stood tall and proud among them. Baring her teeth as though she were about to sink them into something tasty. The woman's smile widened as the contents of her stomach churned. She could feel them coiling around a number of bubbles. Magical bubbles which popped with a fiery intensity as they were struck, and forced into oblivion. The Vantha could imagine them sparkling, giving off a light so intense, that it matched the power of Syna's sun. She imagined the remnants churning alongside the contents of her stomach. She imagined them all rising, inching closer and closer to her neck. She imagined them filling her chest, allowing her to be overcome by a sense of warmth. She imagined them spilling over the sides of her neck, and into her arms. Imagined the mixture of magic and whatever else coursing through each of her veins. Following the coursing blue and green rivers into her hands; filling her with an overwhelming and intoxicating sense of power. What's the use in knowing so much, being able to manipulate so much, if your refuse to have any fun? Cara's mind whispered, causing her to furl all of her fingers into her palm, before pulling her right pointer away. She directed it towards the tigress ice sculpture, and breathed, allowing time to do some work. Allowing her res, a light blue mist, to pool around her fingertip. When enough had gathered where it covered the top of her finger, the woman flicked it, casting the mist away and towards the ice sculpture's tail. She guided her res with various flicks of the wrist, until it settled at the end of the creature's tail. At which point, she let the res go up in flames. Immediately, the fire crackled. The Vantha's eyes became bloodshot with the sight. As its orange glow was reflected in her eyes. They seemed to sparkle as she watched her fire cause the end of the sculpture to melt. To send tiny droplets of water into the snow beneath it. After it had engulfed about a centimeter, she turned abruptly on her heels, and disappeared into the crowd. High off the intoxicating feeling of having recently cast a spell. It's such a pity, to be a god amongst insects, the Vantha thought, as she drifted towards the scent of cinnamon. OOCSorry, I figured there would be a tigress given the picture... and uh... she had to mess something up. It's cranky Cara. Sorry Chesh.

[Coren]

Coren was one of the skyglow's who had gotten the task to keep an eye on the statue's to see if nobody damaged them, by accident or not. While most skyglow's loved the opportunity to show of their pieces of craftwork or gush enjoy just watched the amount of beautiful sculptures and other types of art for a time. For coren it was just a few hours of boredom where he was kept away from the main events, he knew he shouldn't have pissed of his father a few day's ago because then he wouldn't be forced to looking over some carvings and would be out there getting drunk and trying to get the courage up to finally fess up he was a mage to his parents. Though he really should do that when at least one of the two was to drunk to move if he did that though. Coren continued sloshing through the dull routine when suddenly he felt a slight crawling sensation down his spine and skin, a small thing he had learned to recognize as the fact that somebody around here was using djed in some kind of way. He quickly looked around him, trying to spot whoever was using magic before something went wrong and everything was blamed on the artless skyglow again. It didn't take him to long before spotting cara melting of the rear end of one of the ice statue's with flames generated with reimancy. While coren didn't care about the statue he did care about his own well being and he he didn't doubt that his father would have his hide if he let this stand. “Hey! What in morwen's name do you think you are doing.” Coren bellowed in an angry voice as he ran towards the woman. Following her as she tried to blend in to the crowd, angrily pushing some people out of his way and trying to grab cara's upper arm in a tight grip when he was close enough.

[Gromm]

Gromm traversed the thick crowds clumsily to say the least, stepping on toes and knocking the occasional vantha over. "I hate parties." he grunted to himself. Gromm wandering led him right into the thick of the festival, the last place he wanted to be. Every time he attempted to leave something got in his way, be it a particularly rowdy vantha or an annoyingly fragile statue. Gromm had little appreciation for art and thought having statues built in ones likeness would lead to a bloated ego.

He saw an opening in the crowd, Finally! he thought. An escape route had opened and he intended to seize the opportunity. Unfortunately he failed to notice the commotion around his, and ran in front of a vantha giving chase.

[Nanithel]

Nanithel weaved in and out of the crowd trying to not walk into someone or something. She had long since lost sight of Senrya and her youngest siblings was already scattered over the festival enjoying themselves. She felt a bit uneasy though, wishing for lesser of a crowd, despite that though she tried spotting someone she knew so she wouldn't need to walk around alone this day, even her introverted side felt giddy and eager over the annual festival, and a bit disappointed as Morwen would leave in just three days time. But this was not a time for mourning it was a time to celebrate Morwens safe travel and swift return. She'd already been at the ice sculpture area, amiring the beautiful sculptures made so life like and glistening in all the lights, she'd visited the storyteller circle though not joining in herself, no way that she would talk in front of so many people, and the market where she was now and was trying to get out off to find some quiet place. Pulling her cloak closer to her body more to avoid getting caught in anything than off cold she tried to make her way through. For a moment though the crowd parted giving her sight of a commotion, a man chasing after a familiar Vantha, Nanithel could swear it was Cara, a Vantha she'd met earlier this fall. Curious against herself Nanithel headed in that direction when she caught sight of a giant compared to her size. Staring up at the towering Jamoura Nan continued on her way towards Cara and the Vantha who apparently chased her, she didn't bother trying to call yet, the sound of the crowd and the music would easily drown out her voice.

[Alea Davenport]

Alea was amazed at all the amazing sights of the festival, but all she could really think about was how cold it was. It was hard to be excited about ice sculptures when not even two wool cloaks could keep her warm. She was looking to meet up with her friends, but so far she hadn't found any of them. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice...

It was that librarian! Alea grinned and pulled her hoods up over her head, trying to prevent anyone from recognizing her. This would be an excellent chance to get her revenge. She noticed he was chasing someone, and decided that any enemy of Coren's was worth helping, so she moved close in an attempt to obstruct his path. However, before she could get too close, her jaw dropped open at the sight of a huge...ape? At first Alea thought it might be a Kelvic, but she had a vague recollection of once hearing of a race called Jamoura.

[Gromm]

The mighty jamoura had been having a terrible run of luck, locked in a giant party surrounded by drunks and the like. Upon a more thorough examination, Gromm noticed yet another human was staring at him, presumably because she had never seen one of his kind. Gromm had gotten accustomed to the occasional glare, being a walking battering ram was bound to attract attention. He knelt down to meet her at eye level. "It's rude to stare." he stated, plainly.

[Coren]

Coren growled in frustration as a giant apelike creature cut him off as he was chasing the one who vandalized the statue's he had been watching over. His first instinct was to turn around and give the big furball a piece of his mind, but he surpressed that feeling, if he hurried up he might find the vandal again and he could at least save himself from the fallout of what his father would precieve as a single act of carelessnes on his part. So he gritted his teeth and ignored the big ape as he forced his way around the huge thing. Saying some quick appoligies to the vantha he was pushing around. “Get back here you vandal! I saw you melting that ice sculpture!” He yelled out as hard as he could, hoping that whoever that woman was, she had enough sense to give up when it was obvious somebody had seen her and was hot on his tail. He noticed a glimpse of what looked like the woman in the crowd and quickly began making his way over towards what he thought was the vandal his eyes a cold granite color as he shoved people out of his way. He was not going to get into even more trouble just because some uppety woman thought it was funny to be a vandal. Oh when he got his hands on her he would take great delight in dropping her off to the nearest icewatch. He grinned underneath his mask. And make her life hell for the coming month's as much as he could.

[Cara]

Cara pushed past several of her kind. Elbowing them out of the way. They were all shorter than she, for the most part, causing her to stick out in the crowd, to a degree. They growled and complained as she shoved them hastily, trying to put as much ground between herself and the ice sculptures as possible. But she didn't care. She didn't stop to listen to their pitiful whining, or so much as apologize. She didn't have the time, not when some fool thought he had a chance to catch her, and turn her in for what she had done. Cara would not pay. She would simply, get lost in the sea of others, as she quietly scolded herself for being so sloppy. She could still hear his voice. A low guttural growl. Rather insistent, for someone who had no way to back himself up and force her to submit. For someone, she could burn just as easily as she had caused the tigress to melt. As she kept on moving, the Vantha turned her head slightly to the side. Not enough where it where her chin could rest on her shoulder, causing her to appear suspicious in any way or form. But just enough where she would be able to glance behind her, and see if she had lost Coren yet. As her violet-colored eyes glanced from left to right, she saw many of her kind. A giant ape, shorter humans, not of her kind. She thought she could still hear the fool calling, off in the distance now. As though his voice were growing weaker, or she was getting away. Or perhaps, it was a mere memory, echoing within the confines of Cara's mind. After a moment, Cara turned her head back around, and continued walking. For she simply could not be certain as to whether or not she was safe. And although she didn't truly fear the Icewatch, she was in no mood to be punished by them. Not today. Just burn him if he comes close, the magic whispered. Fire comes so easily to you, when you whisk yourself away. Why not make us into something great, something that will destroy the threat? The words seemed to have been sung in the sweetest of melodies. The Vantha could feel them dancing around her ears, whispered by the invisible tongue of her closest companion. "Not here, there are too many around to watch," Cara whispered, her voice sounding distant. As though she were in a trance. "We cannot play with him in a place where everyone can see. Where we can be punished for the statue and more." The magic seemed to smile. Then lead him away. Into the wastes, where the paws of the Icewatch bears have no reach. Cara's eyes darted behind her once more, just to see if she could find Coren amongst all the others in the crowd. Just to see if she could hear him over the sound of people shouting, of song. But she could hear nothing. Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she balled her hands into fists, and cast her gaze out ahead of her once more. Cara was simply, willing herself away. OOCI realize it is silly to try and find someone by the sound of their voice... or whether they seem to be searching for you. *groans* But magic is magic, and not wanting to be caught is what it is, I suppose.

[Alea Davenport]

Alea was about to stammer out some sort of apology, but Coren's shouting distracted her. Remembering her objective, she mumbled a quick "Sorry!" to the Jamoura and took off after Coren, who had just run past them. She was relatively small, and could duck through the crowds more easily than the grown man, but it also helped that the crowd was still somewhat parted from his passage.

She was a bit winded when she reached him a few moments later, but that didn't stop her from tackling him when she reached him. At the last moment, she twisted slightly and threw her shoulder into his back, attempting to knock Coren to the ground.