18th of Summer, 520 AV
Life had changed considerably for Marino since the storm. For one, he was busier than ever now between work and helping out with the shrine. In the wake of the community coming together to restore the guardians, Kihala had appeared to them. A promise was made. One to create a place to worship the goddess in exchange for the boon she had bestowed upon them. This boon came in the form a mark that shimmered above his wrist. Not a gnosis mark, but one that connected him with the guardians housed within the totems. It was a strange, beautiful thing that Marino had a hard time looking away from for the first few days he had it.
Even now, he had a hard time not staring at it. It was a new feature on his otherwise unremarkable flesh. More than that was the connection it had made with the spirits housed in the totems. If he focused, he could remember their voices in his head. The thought gave him shivers. Never before had he experienced that sort of connection with another. Not even with his tavan whom he was exceptionally close to.
That had changed too. His tavan being absent. Twist had shown up the night after the totem’s had been assembled. Soon after an Avikki came, letting him know that his the pod would be passing this way in about ten days. Marino had just been happy to get Twist back, so naturally he was already in a mood to party when the news came. Of course, he immediately shared the good news with those closest to him.
It was safe to say he was in a good place now. Mentally and physically. Life in Syka suited him. He even started on putting on a little muscle as he expanded his horizons. Marino seldom sat still anymore. If he wasn’t behind the wheel of the Seasilk, he was off scouting for ways to contribute to the settlement. Occasionally that meant seeking out training. Which is why he found himself today with a rare quiet moment on the beach while he waited for his instructor.
To pass the time, Marino reclined in the shade of a palm that dotted swing beach. He had chosen one of the more ornate chairs that allowed him to prop up his elbows while he stared out at the water. Beside him, against the tree rested his half spear. He’d procured the weapon many seasons ago from a passing trader, but had yet to learn it. After the events of the storm however, he was inclined to wait no longer.
As terrifying as that storm had been at the time, it had brought many meaningful changes. Marino felt his time before had been wasted now that he had this new force driving him. Well, not all of it wasted. He wouldn’t trade his time with Tazrae for any sort of wealth. She always had the best sorts of ideas, like coming up with a holiday or two for Syka. They had talked about a great many things since then, but that had been on his mind of late. Particularly as a way to mark an event that was easily one of the most significant to happen in his life. To honor the goddess of nature whom he was still learning so much about. But what could this simple sailor come up with?
Whatever it ended up being, he wanted it to encompass the whole of what occurred, starting with the storm. To do anything else would be like telling only part of a story to the future generations that ended up celebrating it. The holiday would have no soul in that case, and thusly would not bring people together like he wanted. How though should he go about proposing such a thing?
Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. He should start small, with things that were easily managed. The totems for instance were a convenient thing to focus on first. Marino was torn between two ideas on ways to represent them with his holiday. His first idea was for a journey to made to each one, and an offering left to honor the gift they had been given. The second idea was to carve their likeness before hiding them around Syka. Then a game could be played where they had to cooperate to find them all again to present in a final, lavish ceremony to honor the goddess. Trouble was, he liked both ideas too much to give either of them up.
That left combining them in a way that made sense with regards to the rest of the holiday. Perhaps they could hide their offerings to the guardians, but that didn’t sit well with him. It struck him as wasteful which wasn’t what he had in mind. Not offering then. They had a lot of talented people in Syka. Perhaps they could hold a contest to decorate the areas around the totems. Before they could be placed however, they must be found. Yes, he liked that idea.
What part of the holiday should the contest be though? In the beginning preferably, putting it in line with the storm. Now he was onto something. It would start with them all sheltering together for a night. All of them coming together to prepare in their own ways for the holiday to come. Crafting would of course be heavily encouraged but he could see places for other sorts of contributions too. For instance, those with a way with words could close off the night with how the settlement has grown in the past year, and perhaps others might want to contribute songs to commemorate the night. He liked the idea of allowing the residents to celebrate this first night as they like.
Then the second day would be where they would all come together to find the decorations that had been hidden. Such crafts would be themed towards their respective guardian, and upon finding them all, they would come together as a community to visit each of the totems before ending up at the shrine. There they could make their offerings to celebrate the goddess Kihala. A great party could be held afterwords. A fitting conclusion to any festival worth remembering.
Yes, that sounded right to him. It was a rough idea to be sure, but perhaps he could approach Tazrae with it to smooth out the edges. He was inclined to think that she would be delighted to help. Tazrae. How close they’d grown over the past season. Marino was looking forward to introducing his family to her. As what though? A woman, silly. Wherever their friendship lie, she was her own person after all. Why did he get so possessive at times when thinking of her?
Footsteps behind him disrupted his daydreams, and Marino craned his neck to look over at the new arrival.