♛ H A N E H T ♛ ∆ E Y P H A R I A N ∆ W/C: 665 45th, Summer 518AV Evening |
The Midsummer's Festival was always a time of great, unrestrained joy. A myriad of outfits brightened the streets of the Diamond of Kalea, and true to their love for celebrations, the atmosphere was lively and bursting with energy. Exuberant festive music filled the unusually cool Summer air, festive beats reverberating in the streets and engaging many a celebrant in lively dancing in Surya Plaza, while others made merry and enjoyed the fire performers and buskers. Children frolicked and ran about, innocent little lambs indulging in their youth while they still could. Stalls and games lined the streets, and here and there there were people hawking goods and craft, from Inartan glass beads to flowers and toys.
Haneht was traipsing down the streets, donning a pale yellow tunic to go with the festivities. A kindly old woman—one of his neighbours from the Okomo Estates—had bestowed upon him a rock with thyme painted on it, strung around his neck with red string; a tradition of Lhavitian women who usually adorned their children with similar trinkets to ward off evil spirits. In light of recent the recent Zith sightings, the disappearance of a poor young lass, and the strange fog and odd behaviour of the wildlife, she had thought to make him a protection charm. A sweet, thoughtful gift that he was sure to treasure, and add to his quaint little collection at home.
As per tradition, men and women traded scarlet slips of paper to interesting parties, looking for romance and love. Haneht was no stranger to the custom, and had in fact amassed plenty from hopeful suitors in his past two years. Some, he reciprocated, had his fair share of fun and dalliances, but never has he truly had interest in commitment. At present, already he had nearly a dozen strips in his pockets, clumsily accepted and stuffed before he excused himself. The ones who'd approached him earlier in the day had been fortunate enough to score more of his time, a bit of casual flirting and the like, but as Syna began to make way for Leth, the Eypharian had seemingly begun searching for someone, under the guise of gallivanting about. He already had someone of his own in mind, recalling the face of a stunning man bathed in fiery red and pale gold and star white, the most exquisite thing Haneht had ever laid his eyes upon in a long while with electric blue eyes. He'd been scouring the plaza for him, but his efforts had gone fruitless. Perhaps Raeyn was not one for festivities? But... Which Lhavitian did not celebrate? He'd been at the Shooting Star Inn's Summer Banquet, downing enough liquor to fill the Suvan Sea.
They all had, actually.
He thought back to the night of the banquet, somewhat hazy and almost a blur, but he remembered enough to know most of what had transpired. A memorable interaction had been with a little village of Inartas, started off with him making a stupidly funny joke that had led to someone choking on wine. Narita, was it? Tiny little thing, with curly wild locks a similar shade to the rest of her brethren. 'They were all tiny, actually,' mused the boy. The difference in height was quite funny. Outside Ahnatep, he's yet to meet many who share his towering height, or even towered over him.
With a little more wandering, he found himself met with a gathering of people, dancing merrily and vibrantly to festive music that was the heartbeat of the crowd. Weary of his unfruitful search, it took little convincing, and even lesser time for the Eypharian to join in, effervescent smile bright on his face, spinning and sliding across an imaginative arena in the rapturous dance they were partaking in, and he felt his troubles leave with the wind produced when his hands and elbows gracefully tore through air. Faster, faster, he urged his feet, laughter bubbling deep in his chest as he let himself loose.
Haneht was traipsing down the streets, donning a pale yellow tunic to go with the festivities. A kindly old woman—one of his neighbours from the Okomo Estates—had bestowed upon him a rock with thyme painted on it, strung around his neck with red string; a tradition of Lhavitian women who usually adorned their children with similar trinkets to ward off evil spirits. In light of recent the recent Zith sightings, the disappearance of a poor young lass, and the strange fog and odd behaviour of the wildlife, she had thought to make him a protection charm. A sweet, thoughtful gift that he was sure to treasure, and add to his quaint little collection at home.
As per tradition, men and women traded scarlet slips of paper to interesting parties, looking for romance and love. Haneht was no stranger to the custom, and had in fact amassed plenty from hopeful suitors in his past two years. Some, he reciprocated, had his fair share of fun and dalliances, but never has he truly had interest in commitment. At present, already he had nearly a dozen strips in his pockets, clumsily accepted and stuffed before he excused himself. The ones who'd approached him earlier in the day had been fortunate enough to score more of his time, a bit of casual flirting and the like, but as Syna began to make way for Leth, the Eypharian had seemingly begun searching for someone, under the guise of gallivanting about. He already had someone of his own in mind, recalling the face of a stunning man bathed in fiery red and pale gold and star white, the most exquisite thing Haneht had ever laid his eyes upon in a long while with electric blue eyes. He'd been scouring the plaza for him, but his efforts had gone fruitless. Perhaps Raeyn was not one for festivities? But... Which Lhavitian did not celebrate? He'd been at the Shooting Star Inn's Summer Banquet, downing enough liquor to fill the Suvan Sea.
They all had, actually.
He thought back to the night of the banquet, somewhat hazy and almost a blur, but he remembered enough to know most of what had transpired. A memorable interaction had been with a little village of Inartas, started off with him making a stupidly funny joke that had led to someone choking on wine. Narita, was it? Tiny little thing, with curly wild locks a similar shade to the rest of her brethren. 'They were all tiny, actually,' mused the boy. The difference in height was quite funny. Outside Ahnatep, he's yet to meet many who share his towering height, or even towered over him.
With a little more wandering, he found himself met with a gathering of people, dancing merrily and vibrantly to festive music that was the heartbeat of the crowd. Weary of his unfruitful search, it took little convincing, and even lesser time for the Eypharian to join in, effervescent smile bright on his face, spinning and sliding across an imaginative arena in the rapturous dance they were partaking in, and he felt his troubles leave with the wind produced when his hands and elbows gracefully tore through air. Faster, faster, he urged his feet, laughter bubbling deep in his chest as he let himself loose.