DEIMOS
Always curled within and he allowed the briefest grin, a surge of contentment, to billow between them, before their preparations, their notices, were honed in by other inhabitants. The Sword offered the Shield a subtle wink, and then watched them meander across the horizon, some hardly a surprise at all: like Jigano, steady and assisting in all manner of construction, gaze lingering on the other wares provided. They’d be more than adequately prepared, so he indulged in another small smile, a nod to the bard – then Kiada and Auni, scratches for the latter, smirks for the former, glad she could make it, not terribly consumed by her new guild duties.
Lily arrived, ensuing another friendly movement of his head, willing, eager, to help. The crowd assembled thereafter, Loren, Oliver, and Amun, was like a conglomeration of all the other events and building they’d drafted and consigned lately; in a light mood, he almost laughed – he should’ve expected every single of them. Satisfied with the amount they’d received, ready and fervent to construct the festival assignations, he suddenly felt overwhelmed by the notion of so many amenable participants. The General would never admit how much it appeased, indulged, or assuaged him. “Thank you all for coming,” he began, the smile still there, comforted, at ease at least with all of those gathered before them. “The first thing we would like to do is set up the perimeter and the stalls. If you are interested in constructing the kiosks, follow Amalia. If you wish to assist in setting up the boundaries, come with me.”
He motioned and maneuvered off to the side, where those who wanted to assist in fringes and edges, mostly so participants didn’t wander over to Loren’s recently planted fields and ruin the entire system, could gather. His hands went for a collection of rope and stakes. “I need someone to stake this end down,” and he wandered over to where the first designated boundary would be, holding onto the threads until someone volunteered. “While I fly and lay out the edges, and then others to stake it as I go along.” Markers, indicators, where people could stay, not stray, and then for them to follow along the pathway, continuing as he sailed and glided. Simple, but necessary to start them all off.
Deimos shifted then, tawny and sienna down hastened, stretched, before grabbing hold of the other end of the rope, and gliding along the air.
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Deimos is working on the perimeter, Amalia is working on the kiosks!
We’d like 3 people for each! Wait for Amalia to post if you’re interested in the stall making!
Don’t worry about being stuck in a certain group either. We’ll make sure everyone gets a chance to mingle and move around. <3
Lily arrived, ensuing another friendly movement of his head, willing, eager, to help. The crowd assembled thereafter, Loren, Oliver, and Amun, was like a conglomeration of all the other events and building they’d drafted and consigned lately; in a light mood, he almost laughed – he should’ve expected every single of them. Satisfied with the amount they’d received, ready and fervent to construct the festival assignations, he suddenly felt overwhelmed by the notion of so many amenable participants. The General would never admit how much it appeased, indulged, or assuaged him. “Thank you all for coming,” he began, the smile still there, comforted, at ease at least with all of those gathered before them. “The first thing we would like to do is set up the perimeter and the stalls. If you are interested in constructing the kiosks, follow Amalia. If you wish to assist in setting up the boundaries, come with me.”
He motioned and maneuvered off to the side, where those who wanted to assist in fringes and edges, mostly so participants didn’t wander over to Loren’s recently planted fields and ruin the entire system, could gather. His hands went for a collection of rope and stakes. “I need someone to stake this end down,” and he wandered over to where the first designated boundary would be, holding onto the threads until someone volunteered. “While I fly and lay out the edges, and then others to stake it as I go along.” Markers, indicators, where people could stay, not stray, and then for them to follow along the pathway, continuing as he sailed and glided. Simple, but necessary to start them all off.
Deimos shifted then, tawny and sienna down hastened, stretched, before grabbing hold of the other end of the rope, and gliding along the air.
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Deimos is working on the perimeter, Amalia is working on the kiosks!
We’d like 3 people for each! Wait for Amalia to post if you’re interested in the stall making!
Don’t worry about being stuck in a certain group either. We’ll make sure everyone gets a chance to mingle and move around. <3
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
