Day 89, Spring of 512 AV
Mid-day
Center of the City
Mid-day
Center of the City
It was the height of celebrations. Whatever spectacular art or amazing illusions shown before were all dwarfed by those that appeared today. Even the city seemed to be joining in on it, and the usually random, winding paths that residents were lead to now all lead to the center of the city - the area around the Temple of Illusions. Various trinkets float about on their own, defying gravity, and a huge variety of creative and colourful banners hung on rafters and roof-tops.
Cheerful music could be heard from all corners of the city, though it was difficult to properly place the notes for it was a peaceful cacophony of different instruments and voices, all meshed together in strange harmony. Even at weird intervals and cadences, the jarring chords seemed to blend together with the coincidentally harmonious ones, creating a unique mix of music that could only work during the Festival of Illusions.
Eridanus was a resident of Alvadas, and as such he was there as well, amidst the crowds, enjoying the festive mood and perusing the various wares and services unique to the Festival. He was alone, but it did not bother him, for he felt like he was there with friends. With the crowd that were here to enjoy the spectacle, with the City that seemed determined to provide and appreciate entertainment to and from its residents, and with Ionu who he imagined would bask in this entire situation.
Raising his eyes to look at the grandly decorated Temple of Illusions, he chuckled at how the deceptively random swirl of colours that covered parts of the building seem to converge into a single, hard-to-place colour that represented the uniqueness of Alvadas.
"Are you enjoying this, Ionu?" He muttered, grinning as he took in the sights.
Cheerful music could be heard from all corners of the city, though it was difficult to properly place the notes for it was a peaceful cacophony of different instruments and voices, all meshed together in strange harmony. Even at weird intervals and cadences, the jarring chords seemed to blend together with the coincidentally harmonious ones, creating a unique mix of music that could only work during the Festival of Illusions.
Eridanus was a resident of Alvadas, and as such he was there as well, amidst the crowds, enjoying the festive mood and perusing the various wares and services unique to the Festival. He was alone, but it did not bother him, for he felt like he was there with friends. With the crowd that were here to enjoy the spectacle, with the City that seemed determined to provide and appreciate entertainment to and from its residents, and with Ionu who he imagined would bask in this entire situation.
Raising his eyes to look at the grandly decorated Temple of Illusions, he chuckled at how the deceptively random swirl of colours that covered parts of the building seem to converge into a single, hard-to-place colour that represented the uniqueness of Alvadas.
"Are you enjoying this, Ionu?" He muttered, grinning as he took in the sights.