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.

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[lindir]

[As Braska turns to face him fully, Lindir stiffens a little. Something about him seemed a bit... off, but it wasn't something the Elf could place his finger on. In the end, Lindir knew he was a rather jumpy fellow, so he does his best to ignore the feeling and relaxes again.]

Age matters not to my kind. I was much the same in my youth.

[A pause.]

Music, mostly. I favor the harp, though I cannot play.

[endsorrow]

Ahhh... How fortunate. [♥] I must admit, I'm jealous. As we humans age, we end up looking at those younger than us and wondering, where do they get all that energy? [Braska laughs.]

The harp is lovely, isn't it? I have to admit, I've always had a fondness for flutes and pipes myself. I'm not a player myself, either. [wryly,] My peers had to endure quite enough of my musical "talents" when I was growing up. I don't do more than attempt to sing the Hymn, these days.

[lindir]

There are few mortals that pass through the valley, but this I know. It it unfortunate how brief your lives are.

For the Eldar energy does not wane, but perhaps temperament and desires do.

[He smiles a little as the other speaks of music.]

My mother was an excellent harpist and singer. I do miss her songs.

[endsorrow]

[Braska chuckles, even though it's far from a laughing matter.] "Since life is brief, we need to make it bright." [Guess who's been reading poetry books from the library?] I must admit... I'm a little jealous, and, at the same time, grateful. One of my few memories of my mother is the way she sang the Hymn of the Fayth.

The Eldar... [Now, where has he heard that before -- ?] Ah, so you're of the same people as Sir Tauriel, then?

[lindir]

[He wonders a bit at the use of the word "sir" but thought perhaps it just some translation error.]

Our peoples are distant kin, yes, though she hails from the Woodland Realm, and I am of Imladris.

[The talk of songs and music was interesting to him, so speaks once more of the earlier topic.]

If I may ask, what sort of song is the Hymn of the Fayth?

[endsorrow]

I'll have to ask you to explain further, sometime, if I wouldn't be intruding by doing so. I'm frightfully curious.

Ah, the Hymn is... [... how does he even begin to explain it?] A song of hope, I suppose would be the most accurate way to describe it. [He grins.] Some would call it a song of the faithful, but I've known those who do not follow Yevon's teachings who sing it all the same. I don't believe there's a soul on Spira who does not know it.

...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.