you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
She smiles at her players, grinning at each one, though dark worry lingers in her eyes. Interesting, for three blighted to bring shaky hands and uncertain tempers to the task of marionettes- but Amalia does not begrudge them their illness, is grateful and glad to afford them all an opportunity to thrive and play. She has confidence in her friends: they have rehearsed a little, and so far Melita and Kiada have not killed one another, which is more than the baker feels she can ask given their history and ill states. Jigano is a pang of bittersweet fondness, their footing still shaking but his aid appreciated, as a storyteller and friend.
Only one player remains unaccounted for, but it is not Amalia's place to rush a god.
"Ready?" she asks her assembled team, beaming brightly and clearing her throat as she steps out from behind the curtain to stand beside the stage.
"Thank you one and all for coming! I hope your festival has been merry, and that Ludo guides the path of us all." There are familiar faces among the crowd - she smiles and waves to Remi and Aoife, lingers appreciatively on Deimos - and unfamiliar ones as well. Anxiety beats a thunderstorm inside the baker's breast, makes her voice quiver a little as she continues on, her alto timbre ringing through the woods. "This year we are proud to present a puppet show put together by Naturals and Outlanders, barrier-folk and fae. Please, enjoy our tale!"
Carefully she pulls back the curtain of the stage, revealing the puppets that should hang therein: Ludo in the center, with the luxere on one side and the lanterns on the other. "It was the end of LeafChange, and Ludo was preparing for yet another Festival of Lights. Only this time, the being had a trick to make the festival truly exceptional- if it could get its friends involved!" Stepping back, Amalia waits for the players to do their parts before narrating the second act, enjoying the entertainment on their audience's faces.
Players, do your parts! (pm me with questions on what to say ;D)
Posting order: Kiada,Jigano, Melita
Onlookers are still welcome to join at any time <3
Only one player remains unaccounted for, but it is not Amalia's place to rush a god.
"Ready?" she asks her assembled team, beaming brightly and clearing her throat as she steps out from behind the curtain to stand beside the stage.
"Thank you one and all for coming! I hope your festival has been merry, and that Ludo guides the path of us all." There are familiar faces among the crowd - she smiles and waves to Remi and Aoife, lingers appreciatively on Deimos - and unfamiliar ones as well. Anxiety beats a thunderstorm inside the baker's breast, makes her voice quiver a little as she continues on, her alto timbre ringing through the woods. "This year we are proud to present a puppet show put together by Naturals and Outlanders, barrier-folk and fae. Please, enjoy our tale!"
Carefully she pulls back the curtain of the stage, revealing the puppets that should hang therein: Ludo in the center, with the luxere on one side and the lanterns on the other. "It was the end of LeafChange, and Ludo was preparing for yet another Festival of Lights. Only this time, the being had a trick to make the festival truly exceptional- if it could get its friends involved!" Stepping back, Amalia waits for the players to do their parts before narrating the second act, enjoying the entertainment on their audience's faces.
Players, do your parts! (pm me with questions on what to say ;D)
Posting order: Kiada,
Onlookers are still welcome to join at any time <3
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
