With Deimos leading the way, he and Loren managed to plant the stakes to secure the ropes, outlining an area large enough to hold quite a bit of revelry without trampling on the struggling crops in the nearby soil of the fields. It would serve to deter the more sober guests, at least, though the bard was sure the more drunken ones would find ways to stumble over or under it to cause a little accidental mayhem. Such was the price of Fiat Lux, though, and no one really seemed to mind as long as the mischief wasn't malicious or wide-ranging.
Reconvening afterwards, Jigano whistled his appreciation of the work the kiosk-team had put in, the booths cleaned, repaired, and arranged in a pleasing manner. Soon they'd be filled with treats and trinkets, drinks and games, and the glow of lanterns from dusk to dawn. For now, though, the place was like a seed still waiting to grow, and there was still much to be done.
He arched a brow at Deimos's plans for contests and silliness, a grin dancing at the corners of his lips as he regarded the General's rarely-seen playful side. Amalia caught his attention with her puppy-dog eyes, however, a tactic which she had to know he was helpless against, and he gave her a gallant bow. "Of course, I am at your service," he promised theatrically, before turning his own puppy dog eyes onLily as well.
Once they had sorted out who would in the band camp, Jigano eyed the area that had been set aside for music and dancing. "Perhaps if the musicians are up a bit, so their music carries farther?" he suggested. "On a raised platform, I'm thinking. And we'll want the dancefloor to be flat and even so no one trips. I can work on that end of things." With a grin he turned to the area, feeling in his chest for the shimmering strands of green and brown earth magic. Plucking them with greater familiarity he heard the inaudible music of his magic rise and sank his hands into the ground, pushing his power into it to coax it into the shape he was asking of it.
A rumble sounded as a rough rectangle of ground lifted where the musicians would play, the earth settling into a flat surface on top as Jigano continued to will it into the general shape of the band platform, sturdy and stable. A second 'riser' all around it provided a step up to it for the musicians.When that was done he turned his attention to the dance 'floor', striding to the middle of it before kneeling once more to smooth out the mole holes and hard pack the surface of the dirt to support the weight of the dancers. He repeated it a few more times, expanding the dancing area as he remembered how wide Amalia and Deimos had spun out their dancing last year.
Jigano uses earth magic to raise a 2 foot tall high rectangular platform from the ground with a riser for a stairstep up to it for the musicians to play on. He then smooths out a dancefloor so no one trips on a gopher hole or mole tunnel during the party.
Reconvening afterwards, Jigano whistled his appreciation of the work the kiosk-team had put in, the booths cleaned, repaired, and arranged in a pleasing manner. Soon they'd be filled with treats and trinkets, drinks and games, and the glow of lanterns from dusk to dawn. For now, though, the place was like a seed still waiting to grow, and there was still much to be done.
He arched a brow at Deimos's plans for contests and silliness, a grin dancing at the corners of his lips as he regarded the General's rarely-seen playful side. Amalia caught his attention with her puppy-dog eyes, however, a tactic which she had to know he was helpless against, and he gave her a gallant bow. "Of course, I am at your service," he promised theatrically, before turning his own puppy dog eyes on
Once they had sorted out who would in the band camp, Jigano eyed the area that had been set aside for music and dancing. "Perhaps if the musicians are up a bit, so their music carries farther?" he suggested. "On a raised platform, I'm thinking. And we'll want the dancefloor to be flat and even so no one trips. I can work on that end of things." With a grin he turned to the area, feeling in his chest for the shimmering strands of green and brown earth magic. Plucking them with greater familiarity he heard the inaudible music of his magic rise and sank his hands into the ground, pushing his power into it to coax it into the shape he was asking of it.
A rumble sounded as a rough rectangle of ground lifted where the musicians would play, the earth settling into a flat surface on top as Jigano continued to will it into the general shape of the band platform, sturdy and stable. A second 'riser' all around it provided a step up to it for the musicians.When that was done he turned his attention to the dance 'floor', striding to the middle of it before kneeling once more to smooth out the mole holes and hard pack the surface of the dirt to support the weight of the dancers. He repeated it a few more times, expanding the dancing area as he remembered how wide Amalia and Deimos had spun out their dancing last year.
Jigano uses earth magic to raise a 2 foot tall high rectangular platform from the ground with a riser for a stairstep up to it for the musicians to play on. He then smooths out a dancefloor so no one trips on a gopher hole or mole tunnel during the party.
