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middaeg2020-10-31 01:33 pm
faithlikeaseed) wrote in middaeg2020-10-31 01:33 pm
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Out of the mid-wood's twilight into the meadow's dawn | OTA
Who: fauns fauns FAUNS (and their enablers) (and anyone else)
When: Octeuril 31st
Where: The Haven
What: Somebody set up a trap specifically designed for Fauns. Or tried, anyway.
Warnings: F for Faunery; warnings per thread as needed!
It's a lovely day in Aefenglom and you are ahorrible beautiful Faun.
Somewhere between the evening of the 30th and the midnight advent of the 31st, a disused corner of the Haven has turned into a patch of cultivated wilderness. Somewhere a little after midnight on the 31st, and the beginning of the full moons, several Fauns (and one or two others, Monsters and Witches alike) received an enthusiastic if slightly garbled written invitation to come see what awaits.
Gourd vines of all descriptions drape an abandoned cottage, its floating terraces, and half of a nearby house. Flowers in a riot of colors decorate them, some glowing softly and others exuding a fragrant perfume. The fruits hanging pendant or nestled on the ground defy description and beg to be tasted: There are tiny pumpkins no larger than grapes, thin-skinned and sweet, while massive savory marrows lurk in the underbrush to trip the unwary. A rare fist-sized specimen glimmers with enchantment and grants a rush of energy when eaten--along with fleeting, unpredictable changes (horns, fur, hooves) that make one a little more faunish for an hour or two.
Cheap furniture, clotheslines, and hanging sheets have been used to roughly shape the vines into an impromptu maze. The design's irregular, wandering, like whoever planned the corridors couldn't see what he was doing. It wanders in and out of the cottage, pouching into dead-ends and cozy little clearings that might fit two comfortably and three if they're familiar. Some of them have benches in them; others, piles of pillows; and still others are carpeted in thick and flowering moss. Heavy quilts in a riot of colors and patterns can be found neatly folded in the buildings, waiting for chilled revelers to find them. There are also covered braziers for the truly cold, though they seem powered by magic and not by flame.
Food and drink are lavishly if haphazardly provided, spread out through the bowers like a treasure hunt. Casks of mead with cups attendant, bowls of honey candy and glazed nuts, fruit both fresh and dried, and a variety of different sorts of cheese provide an ample repast (so long as one's not hungry for blood or meat). Entertainment's on the guests to provide, with simple musical instruments (mostly pipes, an occasional lap-harp) gracing many of the grottos; others have toys and games, of varieties both innocent...and not...strewn about them.
There are also oddities here and there in the maze, like the bower where someone took painstaking care to tie a half-hundred feathers to the low vine ceiling. Another nook teams with stingless bees of all varieties during the day. What else might await someone who's looking?
When: Octeuril 31st
Where: The Haven
What: Somebody set up a trap specifically designed for Fauns. Or tried, anyway.
Warnings: F for Faunery; warnings per thread as needed!
It's a lovely day in Aefenglom and you are a
Somewhere between the evening of the 30th and the midnight advent of the 31st, a disused corner of the Haven has turned into a patch of cultivated wilderness. Somewhere a little after midnight on the 31st, and the beginning of the full moons, several Fauns (and one or two others, Monsters and Witches alike) received an enthusiastic if slightly garbled written invitation to come see what awaits.
Gourd vines of all descriptions drape an abandoned cottage, its floating terraces, and half of a nearby house. Flowers in a riot of colors decorate them, some glowing softly and others exuding a fragrant perfume. The fruits hanging pendant or nestled on the ground defy description and beg to be tasted: There are tiny pumpkins no larger than grapes, thin-skinned and sweet, while massive savory marrows lurk in the underbrush to trip the unwary. A rare fist-sized specimen glimmers with enchantment and grants a rush of energy when eaten--along with fleeting, unpredictable changes (horns, fur, hooves) that make one a little more faunish for an hour or two.
Cheap furniture, clotheslines, and hanging sheets have been used to roughly shape the vines into an impromptu maze. The design's irregular, wandering, like whoever planned the corridors couldn't see what he was doing. It wanders in and out of the cottage, pouching into dead-ends and cozy little clearings that might fit two comfortably and three if they're familiar. Some of them have benches in them; others, piles of pillows; and still others are carpeted in thick and flowering moss. Heavy quilts in a riot of colors and patterns can be found neatly folded in the buildings, waiting for chilled revelers to find them. There are also covered braziers for the truly cold, though they seem powered by magic and not by flame.
Food and drink are lavishly if haphazardly provided, spread out through the bowers like a treasure hunt. Casks of mead with cups attendant, bowls of honey candy and glazed nuts, fruit both fresh and dried, and a variety of different sorts of cheese provide an ample repast (so long as one's not hungry for blood or meat). Entertainment's on the guests to provide, with simple musical instruments (mostly pipes, an occasional lap-harp) gracing many of the grottos; others have toys and games, of varieties both innocent...and not...strewn about them.
There are also oddities here and there in the maze, like the bower where someone took painstaking care to tie a half-hundred feathers to the low vine ceiling. Another nook teams with stingless bees of all varieties during the day. What else might await someone who's looking?
Lorenz | Faun | OTA
[The lavish venue was impossible for Lorenz not to notice.
His antlers bedecked with multiple colors of chrysanthemums, the stately and elegant Faun who worked in DiplomaTea quickly made his way into the Maze seeking adventure... in whatever form it came in.
Sure, he could probably find his way out, but what kind of fun would that be? The moons were full, and he needed a diversion]
Have you done these before?
[He asked whomever was nearby, his smile a bit too bright, his eyes a bit too sharp. UnBonded as he was, there was likely to be trouble if he didn't find a way to mitigate himself soon.]
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Oh, yes, a few - but Lorenz, wasn't it? Your antlers are simply darling. I love them!
[ She is going to be absolutely happy to chatter away with Lorenz. ]
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My dear!
[Beaming at the compliment, Lorenz all but preened over her compliments as he instantly recognized the other Faun who had popped out from the depths of the labyrinth. Blood singing through his body, he felt giddy and light-- like the world was his and everything was perfect.]
The flowers are but a trifle compared to your beauty, and I am but a small flower like these in your presence. It is lovely to see you again, in far kinder times.
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[ She settles a hand on her chest, as if she's been positively wounded (in a good way) by his words and trots right up to him, taking his hands in hers. ]
Yes, thankfully we're not having to fight our way through city streets tonight. How have you been doing? And how do you find the party?
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It was fun in a way that he hadn't allowed himself for quite some time.]
We fight a different battle under these moons tonight-- hopefully, nothing quite so unpleasant either.
[He said playfully, stepping closer. His smile was as warm as the floral teas he loved. Clearly, he was deep under the moons' influence.]
I have been doing well enough, and the party is an excellent backdrop for the night. A... haven, if you would. The setup is nothing short of masterful-- although, I do suspect that our dear Everett or one of his cohorts are involved. It has that... touch.
How have you fared since last we met?
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Yes, I rather suspect it's one of Everett's sort, but... well. I've been well-ish!
[ She shrugs, smile spreading. ]
My bonded vanished for about two weeks and I was out of my mind about it, but he's come back so all is well again.
[ Although there's some strain under that devil-may-care tone. A bit of frustration or fear. She worries about it happening again. ]
And for tonight I can cut loose and enjoy myself. What trouble have you found tonight?
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[He said with a sly, teasing wink.]
But I understand that trouble, Lady Iraamat. Both of my Bonded returned to their homes within the recent weeks, and this moon cycle is a little... more intense than the norm for me.
But, our dear Host certainly had the right idea in mind. Surely there shouldn't be much unintended trouble to be found in here.
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[ She steps forward to offer him a rather warm embrace, carding fingers into his hair. ]
Let me help you out then. Is there anything I can do?
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Just stay a while? The shock of their absence has passed-- now 'tis only a matter of finding another Witch willing to be my partner.
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I understand. Still - it must have been a shock.
[ She pats his arm. ]
Let's have a drink and we can keep one another company, hmm?
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Chuckling, Lorenz placed a hand on her shoulder and made to guide Iraamat to the little den he had been occupying within the maze.]
Indeed, let's. The night is young yet, and I can't imagine finer company.
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[ She ducks into said little den and immediately flops down where ever appears to be the most comfortable. ]
Lovely little spot you have.
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[Lorenz beamed as brilliantly as the chrysanthemums he wore, giddy for the company. Losing so many close to him, perhaps he was a tad needy...
Or, perhaps it was the moon. Who could say?]
The curiosity is likewise. I'm not sure how it happened, but the lot of us Fauns do make a fine team.
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I've... had good days and bad days, honestly. Lost some people, found others. It's been difficult, if I'm going to be completely honest. Had about half a year of absolute misery...