Springtime Summons
Armada/Ashen Festival
Professor
06-23-2020, 02:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-23-2020, 03:17 PM by Iolaire.)
With winter having a strong hold on the land, everyone seemed a little despondent and listless. Iolaire, a generally good natured and positively charged lady, didn't like it. She felt that everyone needed a pick me up and that was exactly what she was going to provide. Iolaire had sent word to Ashen the previous week and had notified the members of the Armada of the date that her little festival would take place. She'd set the time for their arrival in the evening so they could enjoy the bonfire longer. She had asked those that came to bring something to share with the rest of the pack, whether it be food, skins, stories. Anything that would bring them together. Anything that they could share with one another. She hoped that there was a good turnout. In preparation for the festival. Io had constructed long tables out of split logs. Food and things were placed upon it so that they wouldn't eat off of the ground like dogs. It would make the festival more dignified, she felt. Upon the long tables she had placed various types of meat, all cleaned and ready to eat. There was fresh meat, dried meat, seasoned meat. She planned on roasting some of her marinated meat as well. Aside from that, Io had laid out dishes of dried fruits. There was also a jar of honeyed pears and apples. Iolaire had built the bonfire up so that it would blaze into the heavens when lit. Around it, a safe distance away, she had placed furs upon which the revelers could rest. If Io had her way, this would be an overnight festival. They could ship the children off to bed and the adults could drink well into the night. She had some of her mead sitting by just in case. Part of the festival was derived from ancient beliefs. At the crest of the night when the moon sat highest in the sky, she would collect Roan and take him off to have her way with him. She would prompt others to do the same, but it was all voluntarily, of course. The act of making life and taking life (She had sacrificed a few pheasants that morning) would draw spring to them. Or so that was the belief, anyway. Nurture the body. Nurture the land. Pull the attention of spring from her slumber. Perhaps it was all superstition, but it was all good fun, wasn't it? "Speech" |
OOC: This is a basic, end of winter (Hurry up Spring) festival. No posting order. Just have fun!
Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.