DEIMOS
With the end of LongNight and its brutal, barbaric entanglements, came the restful vibes of Flowerbirth; renewal, repose, a sanctum, a sanctuary, a sensation of revival after disaster, mayhem, and desecration. Perhaps a celebration that they’d successfully lived through another oblivion, a coming of more seasons, more changes, or maybe just a semblance that they’d recover, assimilate, and gather again. While last year’s had been a relative unknown to him, ignorance asunder in its entirety, an agonizing constant, at least they had time to arrange for this upcoming Fiat Lux (a celebration near and dear to his heart; not that he’d ever admit to anyone).
Picking out a flattened spot to lay out their wares, the Sword and Shield’s pile of goods had gone towards achieving any number of things orchestrated and necessary; his memories from yesteryear instigating the primed, waiting accoutrements. He already had a pile of concocted lumber for stalls and kiosks, some newly taken from the woods themselves, logs that had fallen in the harsh winter, or those with specific measurements, carved by his enchantments or own two hands. Fabric for banners had been gathered as well, a variety of bright, emboldened colors, and if any had particular eyes for any other hues or blends, he could always create more. They might need a semblance of other things, depending on choices others made, but Deimos was rarely unprepared; a head start on the construction and happenstances. He’d rely on Amalia for anything else necessary, forgotten in his tendency to revert to Outlander inexperience and unawareness.
They’d already posted along the Notice Board – so all there was to do for the current moment, once checking over any other supplies, was wait for others to join. Ready?; a finely-honed snicker and smirk curling through the Attuned bond towards the Shield, while his eyes glanced over the morning’s horizon; hastening for individuals to appear.
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Hello – welcome to a massive PQ (by the Artisan's Guild) to prepare for the upcoming Fiat Lux Festival! Amalia will be co-hosting this PQ with Deimos, so please wait for her to reply first and then go for it! There won’t be a participant limit, but I would like to move it along within the next couple of days.
Thank you! <3
Picking out a flattened spot to lay out their wares, the Sword and Shield’s pile of goods had gone towards achieving any number of things orchestrated and necessary; his memories from yesteryear instigating the primed, waiting accoutrements. He already had a pile of concocted lumber for stalls and kiosks, some newly taken from the woods themselves, logs that had fallen in the harsh winter, or those with specific measurements, carved by his enchantments or own two hands. Fabric for banners had been gathered as well, a variety of bright, emboldened colors, and if any had particular eyes for any other hues or blends, he could always create more. They might need a semblance of other things, depending on choices others made, but Deimos was rarely unprepared; a head start on the construction and happenstances. He’d rely on Amalia for anything else necessary, forgotten in his tendency to revert to Outlander inexperience and unawareness.
They’d already posted along the Notice Board – so all there was to do for the current moment, once checking over any other supplies, was wait for others to join. Ready?; a finely-honed snicker and smirk curling through the Attuned bond towards the Shield, while his eyes glanced over the morning’s horizon; hastening for individuals to appear.
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Hello – welcome to a massive PQ (by the Artisan's Guild) to prepare for the upcoming Fiat Lux Festival! Amalia will be co-hosting this PQ with Deimos, so please wait for her to reply first and then go for it! There won’t be a participant limit, but I would like to move it along within the next couple of days.
Thank you! <3
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
