Blackmoon Celebration

[travelagency]

Who: Misc
What: Blackmoon
When: M6 D14 (July 10th) - M6 D17 (July 13th)
Where: All around the resort and village
Notes & Warnings: Up to players to put in subjects

OOC: This is a log post for the celebration for general mingling during the celebration (log and network posts are also still very welcome). Just tag into a starter and ask questions if anything is unclear.

Comments

...ty for not making me go through it now omg. /hugs

[lindir]

I would not mind telling of it, but perhaps another time. Our histories are long and complex.

[As for the other subject.]

Songs have a way of bringing hope, whether they are of faith or not. We Eldar have our own hymns, but also more ordinary tunes. The Sindar are particularly gifted with fair voices for song.

LOL, i do not envy you in the slightest. u tolkien guys, u nuts. all of u.

[endsorrow]

Another time, then. [Braska inclines his head.]

The Hymn of the Fayth can soothe even the most troubled of souls. At least, that held true on Spira. I can't say I've tried the same, here, I suppose in a mix of feeling it hasn't been needed and fretting it wouldn't be as helpful.

I knooooww >>;

[lindir]

[Lindir hesitates. He loved music, and was curious about this hymn...]

One day, perhaps we can share songs with each other. Though, I would rather it be in private. I would rather not put myself on display for an audience.

[endsorrow]

[Braska chuckles.] You're right. We would attract quite the crowd, wouldn't we? [It sounds like it's a second thought for him. He's waaay too used to lots of people paying attention to him.]

Perhaps after the celebration has calmed down, we could get back in touch and arrange something.

[lindir]

[At the mention of attracting a crowd, Lindir goes a little pale and even looks around a bit to see if people were already gathering.]

I... yes, that would be best.

[He turns back.]

I stay here, in the resort. My name is Lindir, should you wish to find me.

[endsorrow]

[Not yet, luckily. But there are some people with no tact who are staring at them, Braska with his weird headdress and Lindir with his pointy ears.

Braska pays them no mind, and bows his head to go along with his introduction.] I am Braska. I live in the town. I will contact you once the celebration is done and settled.

[lindir]

[Lindir tries not to look too uncomfortable.]

A star shines on the hour of our meeting, Braska. I look forward to meeting with you again.