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At the Midsummer's Festival, Ayasi is roped into dancing by Haneht.

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The Diamond of Kalea is located on Kalea's extreme west coast and called as such because its completely made of a crystalline substance called Skyglass. Home of the Alvina of the Stars, cultural mecca of knowledge seekers, and rife with Ethaefal, this remote city shimmers with its own unique light.

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Dance and Let Loose!

Postby Haneht on August 11th, 2018, 10:00 am

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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.
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Dance and Let Loose!

Postby Ayasi Sylves on August 13th, 2018, 5:52 pm



Ayasi fumbled with her new red and yellow vinati, smoothing out the wrinkles. It was a bit big on her and the beads hanging down the bottom reached an uncomfortable length, the string attached to it tickling her stomach. She huffed, giving up and deciding she would double check the measurements before getting something new.

A few children ran quickly by her, one nearly knocking her down as he ran into her legs. Now that she was more familiar with the city and the constant gaze of unknown faces, the Inarta just smiled when the child excused himself and ran after his friends. The sight made her homesick, remembering how she used to run around with her friends all the time when she was young.

Shaking the memory from her mind, Ayasi continued to look for someone she knew. Just one familiar face would make her feel more comfortable. Her bluebird was her only company once again.

Lhavit was so much different from her home and after nearly forty days of living in Solar Wind, she still wasn’t used to the culture and lifestyle of the people here. Which was why she decided to come to the Midsummer Festival in the first place. She knew next to nothing about Syna or Lhavit’s celebration of their cold, foggy summer.

With a sigh, she made her way over to a booth selling herb-filled pendants. The casing shimmered under the light of the thousands of torches strung around the city. Ayasi had never seen them before and asked the merchant what they were for.

“For good luck,” the merchant said with a kind smile, “Would you like one?”

Ayasi politely refused and made her way back to the plaza. Along the way she discovered a large crowd of people gathered together. They were dancing.

These people didn’t look like the Sun Maidens she saw doing a traditional fire dance when she first arrived. They didn’t look like acrobats either.

While watching the crowd dance, Ayasi found herself smiling at the joy the people were expressing. She hadn’t had many opportunities as a child to go dancing as her first priority was always finding work and money. The thought saddened her, but tempted her to go and join them.

Making her way into the crowd, she started to feel more insecure. All these people looked as though they were professionals and all Ayasi knew to do was jump around a bit. She stepped back from the gathering and opted to people watch instead.

It was then her eyes found what she was searching for. Someone familiar.

She recalled seeing the Eypharian at the banquet a while back. He was dancing then too, if Ayasi remembered correctly. She never learned his name, but his face was unforgettable. His fair and flawless skin, his stunning amber eyes. The man was burnt in her memory.

The way he moved was so intriguing. He was obviously a much more experienced dancer than many of the people around him. Ayasi leaned back, gaze trained on the Eypharian man.
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Dance and Let Loose!

Postby Haneht on August 18th, 2018, 8:19 am

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45th, Summer 518AV
Evening

The lovey cheering and clapping of the miniature crowd egged him on, and he found himself spinning and twirling, feet kicking and jabbing at the ground, feeling out his arena with every drag, every pull. Hands arced and wove themselves through the air in a fluidity that, despite his tall, gangly built, he still managed to pull off. It was a vigorous dance, no particular story behind it, no definite routine either, but no doubt proved that he was far from an amateur. The thumping of his heart was echoed by the small, painted rock strung around his neck beating against his chest and collarbone in an alternating rhythm, miraculously not nailing him in the face or knocking out a tooth even with the rapturous dancing he had taken to. He matched his pace to everyone else’s, and the crowd clapped a jovial beat in accompaniment to the live music and dancing figures.

Another spin saw him pausing briefly, recognition lighting up in amber eyes as he caught sight of a familiar, short-haired redhead, acquainted through the Shooting Star Inn’s Annual Banquet. A quiet, meek young woman whose tiny bluebird companion had sped past him and out a window then. Fancy seeing her there!

Happy to have seen a familiar face, the graceful Eypharian tumbled out of the messy circle of footloose Lhavitians, gleeful smile instantaneously brightening a youthful face. “Ayasi, right? With the little bluebird friend.” This was emphasised on with a point to his own front shoulder. “We met at the banquet. Remember me? Haneht,” reminded the boy. “Or Choking Hazard, if you’d prefer,” he joked, even though he was quite confident she would remember him, even if it was only a vague impression. Eypha’s descendants weren’t common out in Kalea, an ocean away from the lands they hailed from, much less ones so closely tied to their divine blood with their six arms as proof. Giving her a cursory onceover, he noted to himself that her outfit, the traditional wear that many an Inarta donned in a similar fashion, seemed to be wearing her more than she was wearing them. Though the brunet couldn’t exactly relate to having ever had trouble filling out his clothes, he too knew the pains of struggling to get the right measurements.

Having to fit six arms into sleeves, especially with Lhavit’s colder, mountainous atmosphere, was sometimes difficult when said arms each had individual shoulders. In Ahnatep, sleeves had hardly been a thing, and he’d spent most of his youth walking about topless like most of the desert city’s male populous. When he did wear a top, they were almost always sleeveless, high-necked and fashioned to accommodate three pairs of shoulders and arms.

Still, Ayasi’s slight wardrobe troubles did not deter him from inviting her to join in the festivities. “Do you want to dance?”
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