Festival of Lights. Agyr.
The Eternal Flame gutters in the winter wind. But the seasons turn and so a crowd gathered before the ancient temple to the Old Gods of Beluaterra. The various people were here, not for a sermon or ritual, but to purchase paints and dyes for the Festival of Light.
Some couples had already begun to paint their faces in the bright colours while others paint each other, and at least one group of rowdy children had begun a playful brawl that left twenty as rainbows. Drink flowed freely and as Nerta steps from the old halls, she eyes a trio of bravos competing for the right to match colours with a blushing lass.
This rare taste of home earned one of those fleeting smiles from the warrior-priestess, who purchased Incindia purple paint and made her way to the festival grounds.
Outside the city walls great fires roared, coloured by alchemy and melting circles in the snow. Already hundreds danced, feasted and laughed in defiance of winter's bite. Once the tournament hosted by Bob & Queen Aibhlidhn began there would be even more to see, but for now the city was bright with spring.
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OOC: Folks from all over are welcome to take part in the festival, be they in Agyr itself or somewhere else. |