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83, Spring, 519
"Speech"
"Speech"
The evening was balmy, but not too hot for a merciful breeze was rolling gently off the sea. Torches flickered on the beach near the Tidepool Bar, almost as if they were dancing along to the strains of music that could be heard from the ranchos that sat over the water. People were milling around on the sand and inside the Bar, Syka’s residents having gathered in one place at the persuasion of an individual.
The individual in question was currently sat on the bar top itself, orange drink in hand and a smile plastered over her face. Wearing her brightest dress, an off-the-shoulder pink one, and her hair adorned with tiny seashells, Sophia Sunshore was bringing a Svefran party to the shores of Syka.
For the last few days, Sophia had been stopping every resident she had come across to invite them to the gathering and to pass the message along. Stu, Syka’s resident Priest and owner of the Tidepool had listened to her plan with enthusiasm and responded by going all out for her. The man would easily fit in with the Svefra for he appeared to love a party as much as, if not more than they did!
She had arrived early to decorate the bar with strings of seashells that she had been gathering throughout the season, and to set up the torches so that the dancing could easily spill out onto the beach. Sophia hoped that the residents would bring along stories and traditions from Syka and beyond, for there was such a blend of people inhabiting the paradise they were all lucky enough to call home.
With Syna starting to sink below the horizon for the evening, the skies mirrored the orange glow of the torches and the pink of Sophia’s dress. The Tidepool Bar was filling up with people chattering and catching up, and the docks were being used as impromptu dance floors, people clapping and stamping their feet in time with the beat. It seemed that Sykan’s could not resist a party with most of the prominent figures even milling about. Sophia waved at Randal from her perch on the bar, reminding herself to get the carpenter a drink for all the work he had put in helping out with her home.
Uta was here too, joining Sophia in conversation with a couple of residents she had not met before. She was recounting, with Sophia, one of the Svefra’s first forays into the jungle where she continually tripped over everything and managed to almost get stuck up a tree. The botanist was good-naturedly rolling her eyes and Sophia chuckled into her drink as the other residents guffawed with laughter, her feet tapping the side of the bar in time with the music. She downed the rest of her cup and placed it on the bar top, gaze sweeping over the room to decide if it was time to join in with the dancing.
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The individual in question was currently sat on the bar top itself, orange drink in hand and a smile plastered over her face. Wearing her brightest dress, an off-the-shoulder pink one, and her hair adorned with tiny seashells, Sophia Sunshore was bringing a Svefran party to the shores of Syka.
For the last few days, Sophia had been stopping every resident she had come across to invite them to the gathering and to pass the message along. Stu, Syka’s resident Priest and owner of the Tidepool had listened to her plan with enthusiasm and responded by going all out for her. The man would easily fit in with the Svefra for he appeared to love a party as much as, if not more than they did!
She had arrived early to decorate the bar with strings of seashells that she had been gathering throughout the season, and to set up the torches so that the dancing could easily spill out onto the beach. Sophia hoped that the residents would bring along stories and traditions from Syka and beyond, for there was such a blend of people inhabiting the paradise they were all lucky enough to call home.
With Syna starting to sink below the horizon for the evening, the skies mirrored the orange glow of the torches and the pink of Sophia’s dress. The Tidepool Bar was filling up with people chattering and catching up, and the docks were being used as impromptu dance floors, people clapping and stamping their feet in time with the beat. It seemed that Sykan’s could not resist a party with most of the prominent figures even milling about. Sophia waved at Randal from her perch on the bar, reminding herself to get the carpenter a drink for all the work he had put in helping out with her home.
Uta was here too, joining Sophia in conversation with a couple of residents she had not met before. She was recounting, with Sophia, one of the Svefra’s first forays into the jungle where she continually tripped over everything and managed to almost get stuck up a tree. The botanist was good-naturedly rolling her eyes and Sophia chuckled into her drink as the other residents guffawed with laughter, her feet tapping the side of the bar in time with the music. She downed the rest of her cup and placed it on the bar top, gaze sweeping over the room to decide if it was time to join in with the dancing.
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