21st day of Summer, 515 AV
15th Bell of the Day
The sky was overcast, Syna's light only just fighting through the cloud cover. The echoes of the storm from the day before still clinging together, promising more rain to come if only the city tempted the storm enough. It was the summer solstice, the longest day and yet the clouds fought to keep them from recalling the event. It seemed of little use though, for only a bell ago the fantastic ship had weighed anchor in their port, the outpouring of people, goods, and services had struck the people of Lhavit with glee despite the warnings of the skies or the heat that grew with each bell.
The arrival of their visitors was worthy of celebrations, and not to be deterred from any excuse to have a party, the people had risen to the occasion and set the scene for a festival. Sartu Plaza quickly filled, food and drink brought out to the people set at tables and carts, available to all for only a small fee.
Musicians soon followed, bringing music to the gathering, soft melodies and quick beats, the music for dancing and joy, and in some places people did dance, the musicians even taking requests. Strings and flutes and drums all played for one purpose, to spread the euphoria of the event to all who visited.
Across the plaza a soft voice rose above the noise, a bard, spinning a song across the festival, his voice deep and loud, singing happy songs and drinking songs an tales of wonder, quickly joined in by any who desired. Soon a chorus of voices melded into the sounds of the party, adding a hypnotic mood to the listeners.
It was a festival like any other in the glittering city, or it was, until the foreigners joined the mix. With them they brought performances unlike those seen in the city, magicians working tricks both large and small for gatherings of people, men and woman walking among the crowds on stilts, laughing and talking well above the heads of even the tallest citizen. Crowds thinned around dancers, who leapt and swayed and spun to the music that floated about the square.
Some brought music of their own undulating to the sounds of cymbals and claps for others the tinkling of their own clothing adding music to their dance. Their costumes were extravagant, hats, bows, silk, and lace. Masks covered all or part of people's faces, a trend that spurred the Lhavitians to seek the same, and merchants from the ship appeared more than happy to supply the city with them.
Off away from the music, players began a scene, depicting tales and legends from all across the lands, some from recent ports, learning what the people of the city the visited had to share, others from their own homes or travels.
Not to be out done, the city's own performers emerged, coming out in force to join the festivities. Merchants from the ship and the city joined in to bring the party fully to life, the most popular buy of the day being Blue Vision.
It was a scene to be remembered, spilling out from the plaza across every available space. Smoke drifted up from the crowd, magnificent colors floating above the people lending a heady feeling to all who breathed it.
Quiet exchanges happened all across the plaza, these handled with secrecy, the people involved parting ways, finding new spots to enjoy the party from after. The market for drugs was high in the partying city, events like these bringing them out more than any other item.
15th Bell of the Day
The sky was overcast, Syna's light only just fighting through the cloud cover. The echoes of the storm from the day before still clinging together, promising more rain to come if only the city tempted the storm enough. It was the summer solstice, the longest day and yet the clouds fought to keep them from recalling the event. It seemed of little use though, for only a bell ago the fantastic ship had weighed anchor in their port, the outpouring of people, goods, and services had struck the people of Lhavit with glee despite the warnings of the skies or the heat that grew with each bell.
The arrival of their visitors was worthy of celebrations, and not to be deterred from any excuse to have a party, the people had risen to the occasion and set the scene for a festival. Sartu Plaza quickly filled, food and drink brought out to the people set at tables and carts, available to all for only a small fee.
Musicians soon followed, bringing music to the gathering, soft melodies and quick beats, the music for dancing and joy, and in some places people did dance, the musicians even taking requests. Strings and flutes and drums all played for one purpose, to spread the euphoria of the event to all who visited.
Across the plaza a soft voice rose above the noise, a bard, spinning a song across the festival, his voice deep and loud, singing happy songs and drinking songs an tales of wonder, quickly joined in by any who desired. Soon a chorus of voices melded into the sounds of the party, adding a hypnotic mood to the listeners.
It was a festival like any other in the glittering city, or it was, until the foreigners joined the mix. With them they brought performances unlike those seen in the city, magicians working tricks both large and small for gatherings of people, men and woman walking among the crowds on stilts, laughing and talking well above the heads of even the tallest citizen. Crowds thinned around dancers, who leapt and swayed and spun to the music that floated about the square.
Some brought music of their own undulating to the sounds of cymbals and claps for others the tinkling of their own clothing adding music to their dance. Their costumes were extravagant, hats, bows, silk, and lace. Masks covered all or part of people's faces, a trend that spurred the Lhavitians to seek the same, and merchants from the ship appeared more than happy to supply the city with them.
Off away from the music, players began a scene, depicting tales and legends from all across the lands, some from recent ports, learning what the people of the city the visited had to share, others from their own homes or travels.
Not to be out done, the city's own performers emerged, coming out in force to join the festivities. Merchants from the ship and the city joined in to bring the party fully to life, the most popular buy of the day being Blue Vision.
It was a scene to be remembered, spilling out from the plaza across every available space. Smoke drifted up from the crowd, magnificent colors floating above the people lending a heady feeling to all who breathed it.
Quiet exchanges happened all across the plaza, these handled with secrecy, the people involved parting ways, finding new spots to enjoy the party from after. The market for drugs was high in the partying city, events like these bringing them out more than any other item.