Haulani had definitely hosted the brunt of the parties, but the Docks had no shortage of bars and the Lucky Rum Fountain had apparently been very popular during LongNight. It was one of the first things that Hadama had noticed upon his return from Stormbreak with Melita and their Abyssal Mata Mata, but he had placed their priority on finishing their quest for protection before turning his attention to the less glamorous but still necessary task of picking up the detritus left in the wake of another epic region-wide binge.
It no longer surprised him that the landbound Torchers flung themselves into such a frenetic celebration during the darkest week. When danger hung over their heads they responded by living life to the fullest, fully aware that it might end gruesomely - and drinking to forget that unpleasant possibility.
At the moment he was focusing on the area around the newly-rebuilt Fountain, a large burlap sack in one hand that was half-full of broken bottles and various bits of trash and flotsam that he'd collected already. A flash of chartreuse from the fountain's highest tier caught his eye and he extended his trident to delicately lift something lacy and extraordinarily brief from the edge with a meditative contemplation of its construction and just how it was supposed to be worn when there was so little fabric involved in its architecture.
Flora
It no longer surprised him that the landbound Torchers flung themselves into such a frenetic celebration during the darkest week. When danger hung over their heads they responded by living life to the fullest, fully aware that it might end gruesomely - and drinking to forget that unpleasant possibility.
At the moment he was focusing on the area around the newly-rebuilt Fountain, a large burlap sack in one hand that was half-full of broken bottles and various bits of trash and flotsam that he'd collected already. A flash of chartreuse from the fountain's highest tier caught his eye and he extended his trident to delicately lift something lacy and extraordinarily brief from the edge with a meditative contemplation of its construction and just how it was supposed to be worn when there was so little fabric involved in its architecture.
Flora
