The Star Festival (Open to all)

[Kelpie]

Timestamp: 50th of Spring, 511AV Status: Open to all! All Lhavitians spend the majority of their lives showing their devotion to their Goddess. They celebrate it on certain days especially this one, being of the utmost importance and signifying the anniversary of Lhavit’s unique creation, and the gift their sacred Lady bestowed upon them as an act of divine generosity. A Lhavitians love for Zintila is ingrained, wholesome, pure, and it shows by the grandeur of which the festival exhibits. Several nights before the festival began the preparations were already being made. Merchants were slowly building up merchandise over time to sell to the people who would be congregated at the Surya Plaza, restaurants stocked on food and carts overflowing with goods. Decorations were hauled out ready for display, and when the night finally arrived on 50th of Spring, people from all five of the peaks pooled from their glowing homes in droves, dressed in fine white garments of flowing fabric and crystal masks placed upon their heads. Everything was lavishly prepared. From the banquets set aside on the corners of the Plaza to the carts brimming with merchandise to the large, reserved portions of the Plaza set aside for the majestic Taiyang and Chandra performers. The festival would not officially begin until the Star Lady gave the word, and the majority of the Lhavitian population trailed into the area to look upon the steps of the Koten Temple, where the Seiza, headed by the Anchorite, adorned in their pearl-white robes flanked either side of the steps, and finally the glittering and graceful form of the Star Goddess emerged from the grand double doors. There was no mistaking her radiance. She was otherworldly beautiful and her presence instilled in the Lhavitians who gazed upon her a protective obedience, where they kowtowed in a display of love. This was, to the natives, a day of worship. But to Zintila, who gazed upon them all with only a mother’s love held up her glittering hand, and the stars overhead bloomed with a light that twinkled through the Akajia’s veil. The crowd listened intently as she spoke. “Another Spring has arrived; a renewal of hope and rewards, of faith and survival,” Her voice was serene, ringing out among the four corners of the Plaza, “The anniversary of Lhavit is nigh, and it is a time for all of you to make use of the night of relaxation you all deserve. Let your hearts no longer be troubled, and let the guidance of my stars brighten this time of joy.” The festivities had officially begun. Among several corners spanning the peak there were groups forming. There was one consisting of storytelling, where those who enjoyed spinning tails could compete to win copious amounts of kina. In another corner was the acrobatics show, a dueling ring where men and women could fight to win a reward and another group centered around a stall where many citizens were busy preparing their lanterns for the height of the festivities not far off. Near the Koten Temple, a line of worshippers awaited their personal meeting with the Star Lady, granting her gifts and prayers for the year’s good fortune. oocWelcome to the Star Festival! The last paragraph of this introduction is for those who may be interested in each of these "groups" that are currently ongoing during the festivities. If your character wishes to join in one of them simply mention it in your post and in my next post I will write up the introduction to that event. You needn't join, but it's something to think about. If it wasn't clarified above, the events are: Storytelling, Dueling, Acrobatics (dancing), Crafting (Lanterns), and meeting Zintila. Other than this, have fun and don't forget to socialize!

[Julian]

As he spent many early evenings, Julian was tucked away in his room at the Shooting Star Inn. Sat in his bed, he had been flipping slowly through the pages of a leather bound tome, his misty blue eyes searching over and endless sprawl of a dead man's thoughts. A decorative sconce nearby had been providing all the lighting he needed, but in his peripheral, a sudden flare of light in the window stole his attention. Narrowing his eyes, he set down the book and made his way cautiously over to the window, leaning over the sill. They stars... were they... brighter? "Another Spring has arrived..." A smooth, velvety voice filled the Plaza, and brought a strange, comforting wave of warmth down Julian's back. It was her, it must have been. The Lhavitians outside were all frozen in awe, pride, and admiration, nothing but pure love in their eyes. They stood all around the decorations they'd been putting up for days. He knew about the Star Festival - he'd read about it before, and was glad to see it finally under way. What impressed him more was the very power, the sheer grace and beauty of the Star Lady he'd heard so much about. Without even being able to see her, he could feel the influence she had on him. "That is Zintila?" he whispered to himself, a slow smile appearing on his face before he could realize it. Magnificent! He'd never been this close to a bod before - well, Alvina, wasn't it? It hardly mattered. Her divinity was felt, and nothing short of breath taking. "Incredible." Turning from the window, Julian sent a knowing glance to his cello, propped up in the corner of his inn room. It was calling to him, that extension of his soul. The room seemed to pulse around the instrument. He knew he had to share it at the Festival. For days, he'd been hearing from the Shooting Star's patrons about the wondrous tales spun at the Storytelling Competitions. Though music was the only art he excelled at, his father's old stories from the days of his youth still echoed in his head. Paired with a cello's song, he could give those stories new life again as he retold them. There wasn't a glimmer of hesitance in his entire being. Picking up his cello, he couldn't leave his room fast enough. Fueled by a powerful new excitement, he made his way to the Shooting Star's exit to begin navigating his way around the Plaza and the dazzling lights outside. OOCIt's story time!

[Jiina]

oocI would love to meet Zintila please! Muahahaha! Jiina was not a very good Lhavitian. She had the blood, she had the status, the position in society, the mannerisms and language - but she was missing one very important thing that made a Lhavitian a Lhavitian. She did not love, nor respect, nor have any positive attitudes towards their patron goddess. The notion that a Lhavitian spent their life in devotion to Zintila was, in Jiina's opinion, utter shyke. Jiina was no less Lhavitian for not loving Zintila. That was like saying in order to be a fish, one needed to love water. Or in order to be alive, one needed to love air. Love did not make someone a part of something. Jiina was willing to bet that if Zintila suddenly disappeared, showing her true colours and disinterest for the wellbeing of the people of the city, Lhavit would continue on. Jiina could not wait for that day. The Star Festival was a day that the entire year was centered around, and Jiina had gone every single year growing up. The magnificance of the lanterns and the masks and the white had overwhelmed her parents. Jiina had always been a proud child, but even she wondered at the spectacle. That is, until Taeto had shown her otherwise. Since she had come to Taeto, they had only stayed momentarily, observing with dark eyes and dark hearts the joy they had under the secret dictator. This year, however, she had come alone. And this year she would stay for the entire festival. Taeto had elected not to come. There was only so much of fruitless frivolity one could take, he said, before one got utterly sick of it. He had however given her permission to go and to stay. It was to be a fact finding mission, an observational field trip, looking at the joy Lhavitian natives, and even the foreigners, had for Zintila. She had worn white, as everyone else had, and held a crystal mask precariously in one hand. She did not take her black wrist straps off. She hoped she did not run into her family -- well, those who WERE her family. Her true family, Taeto, would not be at her side. Jiina stood at the base of the Koten Temple, awaiting the arrival of Zintila. She could not help but glare at the members of the Seiza, on Taeto's behalf. If it weren't for their corruption, Taeto would be one of them! She waited, waited, with bated breath and growing disgust until finally, Zintila emerged. She had seen her once from afar as a little girl, and remembered being awed by the majestic and glittering form of a god before her. Now she knew better. She kowtowed with the rest of the crowd, a kneejerk reaction, but hated every second of it. The Goddess' words were irritating and trite. She scoffed when Zintila made a reference to HER stars, as if it were all HERS. The Goddess had such a state of entitlement. No wonder Lhavit was as oppressed as it was! Not only was the population blind, but the Goddess of the Stars purposely CAPITALISED on the weak minds of her people! She turned away as Zintila dismissed them all to have fun like children, and surveyed the people scurrying forth to all the different stations. This year for Jiina would be different. This was the year she was going to meet Zintila. As she approached the Goddess, already swarmed by several people, she had no idea what she was going to say. She could not outright accuse the woman, nor could she be hostile - the Shinya and the Seiza would be on her almost immediately. It would come to her. She knew it would.

[Elhaym]

Pain stood among the masses, her right hand tightly woven with the man's fingers beside her. She glanced back and forth between Zintila and Kota as the goddess spoke, her words permeating Pain's ears and easing a smile onto her face. It truly was a magnificent city. She could scarcely believe so much of her life had been spent in Syliras while all of this had passed her by. As Zintila's speech ended the masses began to swirl within the plaza. There was much to take part in, but Pain was too enamored with it all to do anything but stare wide eyed. She was not in her Acolyte's garb, rather silken white dress that cut just below her knees and draped to the floor behind. The sleeves bloomed around her wrists, hanging low and creating a far more elegant look than Pain typically managed. Her hair had grown in her days in Lhavit, and hung loose and straight down her back. "Well, there's plenty to do here El. Sadly, I'm no Acolyte and must return to my post soon. Tell me, what're you planning to do? I hear there's some sparring going on...?" Kota said, leaning his head in close to her ear. As his lover replied in his native tongue, a soft smile emerged over his face. "I don't think that'd be quite fair, Kota. Tonight doesn't feel like a night to show off. I think... I think i'm going to try a dance." Pain replied, nodding to Kota and motioning to a long package of sorts wrapped in a ebony cloth tucked to her other side. "Good, good. You look too beautiful tonight to trade blows. I'll be watching from afar. Go introduce yourself to Lhavit, El." Kota said, lightly pressing against her face with his nose and pecking her check. With a final squeeze between their hands, Kota departed to continue his duties as a Shinya. Pain was momentarily saddened by his departure, but soon found herself wading through the crowds towards the area where she had heard some form of dancing exhibition would go on. She had brought two of the three swords that belonged to her ancestor, Sooyun Furuma. Though she had yet to seek any teaching as far as using the blades in battle, but she had sheathed and unsheathed them often enough to grow comfortable with them. She would attempt some manner of sword dance, though she had no experience in this either. In another life, Pain could have been a dancer. She was agile and quick, but her body was thicker than one would expect from a true acrobat. Nevertheless, she would pour every ounce of herself into her display tonight. She would honor the Shinya, Zintila, and her ancestry as best she could. OOCI'm going for the dancing contest!

[Tao]

Tao was afraid. There was no other word for to truly describe the feeling tightening in his chest. His mouth was dry, his hands were shaking, and only the fact that his legs were completely numb kept him from turning tail back to the safety of his apartment. Every fibre of his being protested at the foolish thoughts that had brought him to the front of the crowd near Koten Temple, and that had kept him awake for many nights since the Midwinter Festival. What did you intend to find? The roar of the crowd was muffled past the crystal mask he wore on his face. The mask and the robe were both new, bought specifically for the festival. He had wanted to blend in this time, to be as much a part of Lhavit as its people were. Instead, it felt like he was more out of place than ever, hiding his true self behind the outfit. For as much as he loved Lhavit, he could not say that he was a part of the city, of the culture and the people. He hadn’t realised how much that idea had bothered him until the Midwinter Festival, when the man Atanu had reached out to him and he had pushed it away. How could he want such a thing? How could he want to overwrite his father’s memory? The guilt had been almost painful. But that didn’t make the longing stop, when he looked over the city or stared up at the stars. That didn’t stop the thought from always lingering in the back of his mind. He couldn’t ignore it any longer. When he had heard about the Star Festival for the first time that month, heard that Zintila was going to be there, doting on her people, he knew what had to be done, for better or for worse. He had to meet her, speak to her. He had to be sure this was really what he wanted, that it was the new life that his father had told him to find. He stood outside the Koten Temple, hovering on the edge of a group of devoted Lhavitians, watching her approach. He didn’t know what the evening was going to bring, but he knew why he was afraid. By tomorrow, everything would have changed, for better or for worse. OOCPretty obvious, but I’m also meeting with Zintila!

[Hawkins]

Hawkins bolted upright. Gah! What in all the balls was that noise? Better question, where was he? With a grumble and a fumble the sailor pushed himself up. The sound of sloshing liquid soon answered his question. Ah! He lifted the bottle of unknown alcohol to his lips and took down a suitable draft. Better. Now. With a spin he surveyed the surroundings. An alley. Of some sort. About him were a myriad of strange buildings, the architecture queer and unfamiliar. This wasn't Sunberth. No! Lhavit, of course. That's where he was now. The general area was nothing than the back of a restaurant from the looks of it and there was some sort of intense revelry coming from beyond. Hawkins found his curiosity was getting the better of him. Decided, the half drunken step-hopped his way from his previous night's stupor, armed with bottle in hand, and intent on seeking... something. The worst part about Lhavit was that he never fit in. Hell, he did not even speak the bloody language. With his thin, partially opened coat, standard sailors breeches and tunic, not too mention the soft leather boots, the man completed his attire with a large, wide brimmed hat, that very much of a sort belonging to a Sunberth sea captain. He made quite the image. At least when compared with the mass of festival going citizens. And what a bunch they were. Clad in their best, the jumbles of queer languaging and antics assailed Hawkins too greatly for his senses to take in all at once. It was no surprise when he stumbled, instead of walked, from his hidden alley. He bumped into something. Turning, he found himself at the mercy of a long line of fancy Lhavitians waiting for. Well. Something. Was this an attraction? Some sort of women seemed to be rather important. "Ah, sorry. Carry on. With your line. Pretty one it is." He managed in common, much to the dismay of the casual onlookers. With another stumble Hawkins whisked himself away from what appeared to be a mass of irked spectators. It would have been a good idea to learn the language. Probably. Somewhat. Why was he in Lhavit again? Something about a halfbreed and some angered sailors from what he remembered. Taking the hint of his unwanted disturbance Hawkins took a few, choice steps away from the overzealous line-goers and spun about, his own meanderings taking him deeper into the massive, roaring crowds. Now. To find his way out of this mess. Hawkins set out, determined. Or distracted. The latter seemed all the more likely. Lots of things were shiny. OOCHawkins has no real aim/goal/point of existence.

[Neville Whitevine]

Neville had heard people talking about some sort of festival since he had arrived in Lhavit, but he had never imagined the actually scope of the event. He decided that he would have to go up to the Surya Plaza to see what all the hullabaloo was about. As he walked he watched the people hustling and bustling to and from the festivities. They all seemed exited, but Neville couldn't figure out why. What was so special about this festival? He considered stopping and talking to someone, but his distaste for the people of this town was even greater than his general distaste for most sentient life. He found talking to them dull and pointless, and in his opinion, it would be much less hassle to just go and see for himself. As Neville approached the plaza it became harder and harder for him to fight his way through the crowds. Being a generally slow and lumbering creature, it was not in his nature nor his ability to slip subtlety through through the crowd. He had to push and shove a bit and inevitably stepped on a few toes. Despite hating to draw attention to himself, it did relieve the headache he was starting to get. Neville never apologized to anyone for their suffering, and if anyone knew him they would be able tell that he was actually enjoying their discomfort. Finally, Neville reached the edge of the Surya Plaza, and he began to see what all the fuss was about. The plaza was elaborately decorated and the stairs to the Koten Temple were flooded with onlookers. And there, at the top, stood Zintila herself. Neville could easily see about all the others, but it also meant everyone could see him. He would have to be careful not to do anything that drew attention, especially here in a place full of Shinya. Neville continued to work his way through the crowd, and when he learned of the story-telling corner, he fought his way toward it. Neville had come across many good tales in his many years, and he was always interested in another. He would always rather read one from a book rather than through a proxy like a storyteller, but here, this would have to do. It seemed to him that this was the only thing worth his time, as most of the other activities seemed geared toward people of physical ability or great appetite, neither of which he had. oocI'm here for the storytelling, but if anyone wants to meet a grumpy old gorilla, please come socialize with me.

[Kelpie]

Neville and Julian The storytelling corner was brimming with a myriad of listeners and enthusiasts. Some were older gentlemen; grandfathers who spun tails for the joys of their grandchildren, others were bards accompanied by their instruments, there were women and younger men, all dressed in fine robes and crystal masks, but there was one rather round man in particular standing on a box in the center of the ring of people. He held up his arms to call the attention of the people, and when he spoke, his voice boomed over the chorus of sound. “Welcome all ye spinners of tales to the Storytelling competition my name is Bonbon and I am your host!” There was a round of applause, “Yes, yes, I understand you all are very excited to be here-- and so am I! My fine ladies and gentlemen, and whatever foreigners we have amongst us--yes we see you,” laughter, “Let’s not waste any more of this fine night’s precious time, shall we! This competition is all about spinning the best tale you can. Try to woo the audience, awe them, make them cry their hearts out, make them fall on the floor laughing til their poor hearts burst! It’s all about reaction, ya hear? Now the prizes for the winner--which the fabulous audience will of course, choose-- is a choice of any of these fine skyglass items here and a whopping 100 kina in cash!” Bonbon gestured toward the table, displaying an array of weapons, jewelry, armor pieces and small statues made of skyglass. The crowd ooed and awed amongst themselves. “Now that you have your eyes trained on the prize, let’s begin, step up step up, don’t be shy! How about you there lad, what’s your name and what story shall you weave for us today?” Bonbon gestured toward Julian. As Julian spoke several children were staring wide-eyed at Neville, occasionally poking him then running off, squealing in glee. oocNeville you may also post your story. Jiina The Koten Temple was lit with such stunning vibrance it outshone every building in the vicinity. The light that fell from the building poured over the hundreds of worshippers that awaited the meeting with the Lady, and although it would take a while to arrive at Zintila, Jiina had been quick, and her waiting had not been long. The Star Lady now sat before her, glimmering, beautiful, and with a smile on her lips that was guarded. The Anchorite stood by one side, the Shinsa on the other. She gestured for Jiina to approach and said softly, “Is there something you wish to tell me, young one?” Tao For Tao, the beauty of the Temple was as magnificent as the last time he’d seen it during a festival, but on this occasion he took up the mantle of bravery and faced the line of Lhavitians that threaded through the Plaza toward the sanctum. It was as if each step of the way for him was a step toward his goal; a reason to find a new path for his life, and to experience the unknown. When he arrived at Zintila a familiar face was staring at him from her side, because it was none other than Atanu Tan’kima who watched over the Star Lady during this hour of publicity. He smiled at Tao and nodded for him to approach, and as the young man did so, Zintila extended her hand for him to take it, “So you are the prospective boy who did not yet know what he wants.” She said gently, her eyes glowing with an almost supernatural ambience, “But the question now is… what have you chosen?” Pain The dancing group was filled with plenty of young Lhavitians eager to showcase their skills to the public. Pain had arrived just in time, it seemed, because the host, an elder woman from one of the Chandra was directing the audience to position themselves wider apart. “Keep your distance! This is for your own safety my fellow men and women. Now the prize for the most unique dancer is a shot at 100 kina and a choice of fabric from the Silk Palace or skyglass weaponry. Remember not to hurt yourselves during the performance, wouldn’t want to send you off home before the night is over!” There was surrounding laughter, then the woman spread out her arms and announced, “Let’s begin! Performers, please step up!” Hawkins Hawkins was definitely out of place. From 100 paces away people stared at him, gave him strange looks or stepped around him as if afraid he would suddenly spawn a cloud of filth. But where there were refined men and women there were also whores, and one or two were more than inclined to approach him. What was more, there were plenty of children running about. Those of the parents out having a blast and those of the servant class that cleaned up the garbage left behind. At one point a child bumped into Hawkin's leg and fell down, grasping his leg and making a tantrum over his "broken leg". Another child was screaming at the sailor in Lhavitian, but the show only lasted for so long before the pair suddenly darted away between the legs of adults. Hawkins might have noticed that something felt lighter on his person, and should he check, he might find that his coin purse was conveniently missing. Bugger!

[Wrenmae]

Caught in a web of events, Wrenmae was borne by the crowd of enthusiasts from the side of his usual street corner to the square where the festival was beginning. Such majesty in number, from above they must look like a different sky, black with bright colorful stars twisting and turning in the atmosphere. Allowing himself to be pushed to-and fro by the populace, Wrenmae concentrated only on maintaining even footing on the stone square, fearful of what damages he may accrue if he were to fall.

Few paid attention to their feet.

It was the allure of tale weaving that brought Wrenmae to the circle of audience. The gorilla stood shoulders above most of the onlookers and remained an impassive monument among the gathering swarms. Smiling widely, caught in the moment and energy, the storyteller slithered through the throng toward the stage. Julian had been beckoned first and Wrenmae recognized him from before, the cello in his arms hardly concealable. Surprised the musician was to weave a tale for the crowd, he hung back a bit, content to listen for the first round.

He would weigh in after Neville, easily dwarfed by the immense girth and strength of the creature. To Wrenmae, both Julian and Neville held themselves in the solid way a storyteller might, seasoned with experience as years had taught them much.

Not expecting to place, he awaited his turn in the line up, prepared to bow his defeat to a stronger contender and eager to hear their own tales, stories he would not soon forget.


ooc noteSorry for being late ya'll, I'll weigh in after Neville and Julian if that's alright.

[Elhaym]

Elhaym hustled towards the stage area, the two wrapped objects clanking together beneath their wrappings. Just as the host of the event finish speaking, a graceful looking woman took to the center stage and burst into her routine. Elhaym's jaw near dropped to the floor. This is what she would be competing against? The routine was probably long, but it seemed to only last an instant before the next contestant was taking to the stage. Elhaym's panic mounted, the fear of humiliating herself growing stronger. If the Shinya had taught her anything however, it was the way to subdue and calm herself in the face of growing panic (though the panic caused by the potential of being laughed at was a far cry from that caused by the threat of death!).

She calmed her mind, seeking refuse total darkness behind her eyelids and away from the spectacular grace of her opponent's. It was during the third dancer's turn that her plan came together. Her eyes burst open, and her head snapped around until she found two young Lhavitian men who seemed to be enjoying the dances for a slightly different reason than the artistic beauty of it all. Quickly, she approached them and laid a hand on the first's shoulder. The crowds were too loud for any to hear her words except them and they seemed reluctant to comply, their heads continually falling back on the scantily clad woman who's flexibility seemed to know no bounds. With a sigh, Elhaym produced six Kina, as well as a smattering of smaller and differently colored coins. That was enough for the interest to peak, and they were off to the task she had given them. She waited then, her stomach seeming to curl into itself as she awaited her turn; the final turn. She'd told Kota she didn't want to show off, but in truth she still didn't feel up to a real fight after a brief incident she'd had on patrol not too long ago. Only a heavy dose of herbs and thick gooey liquids provided by a Dawn family healer had given her strength to brave the crowds this day, if anything.

At last, the dancer before her's performance ended. No one else seemed to rise up to the stage. Elhaym grit her teeth together, and stepped forward only hoping that the boys had returned. As she did, they both burst through the crowd carrying a bulging cloth sack. Elhaym stood on the edge of the stage to address the people as they set to work spread it's contents around the stage; a fine gray powder.

"My name is Elhaym Edina Furuma." she said, emitting a few quiet murmurs from the crowd. They knew the last name, but not the girl before them. "I traveled far to Lhavit, from Syliras. To discover my heritage, and to join the ranks of the Shinya Order. Tonight, under the eye of Zintila I dance to honor my ancestors. I dance, and stir their ashes with my mortal body. The Furuma family line is not dead; it lives on with me. I give my ancestors honor, and they dance with me this night."

Elhaym gave a harsh bow, and as she returned upright she held the cloth bundle before her. She unwrapped it quickly, revealing finely curved swords, katanas. She unsheathed them one at a time, placing the scabbards on the ground before walking to the center of the now powdered stage. Clutched in her right hand with one of the blades was the cloth wrap she had used around the swords, and she tucked the blade under hear arm as she quickly wrapped it over her eyes. It was thin enough to see somewhat, but would keep the dust from her eyes.

The silence drew on, Elhaym standing clad in a flowing white dress with the black cloth wrapped nearly over her eyes. Somewhere in the distance, a drum struck, and her body began to move. A sword at either side, she began to turn slowly while dragging the tips of her blades through the powder. It was light and airy, puffing into the air as she turned. The effect was beautiful, translucent clouds in the air that caught the gleaming multicolored light of Lhavit's natural ambiance. After the circle was complete, she began to move more quickly. Her legs soared high, cresting just over her head and then slamming to the ground in another plume of dazzling light. Her movement was more rigid than the others, but purposeful. She was a warrior, not a dancer. Her moves showed it, and her dance seemed to mimic a battle. She would scoop the powder with her foot and throw it into the air, casting light all around her while continuing to spin and jump. The blades were Sooyun's own, and glinted visibly from beneath the growing cloud. Soon she appeared as a ghost, dancing amidst a rainbow of color with the black cloth marking her position in the midst of it all. The dance was short; she hadn't truly known what to do. After only one chime, Elhaym ended her performance on her knees. A sword in each hand, the blades pointed down and resting upon the ground as if holding her up.

The airborne dust settled all around her, and she rose without words. The powder would have represented the ashes of the fallen Shinya who were stranded in Sylira, as well as Sooyun's own. Those were the men and women who had kept her bloodline alive. Elhaym bowed deeply to the crowd before returning to the spot the scabbards lay as she untied to the cloth over her eyes. She gently wiped the blades before sheathing them, and sheepishly sought refuge within the crowd. Her performance had been heartfelt and her heart was beating like a wild drum. Winning wasn't even on her mind. Elhaym simply hoped she had done her ancestors justice, and not made a fool of herself.

NoteElhaym has no skill yet in handling her swords, nor does she have dual wield. However, seeing as this isn't combat and I don't intend to earn any XP from wielding for this, I'm hoping this is okay. She isn't doing anything much more than waving them around, in any case.