[SWE] Festival of Lights - 312 PC

Festival of Lights Not so long ago, the Barrows played host to a few long tables, a would-be prince, a food fight, and a man getting his pants pulled down. And if nothing more, the experience would serve as a good memory in the minds of those who had attended. Because that is what the Barrows is all about tonight - memories, of those who had fallen in this world or another, recently or long ago. Lights mark out a pathway through the grasses to the festival, and more dot the darkness all around. Some are decorated lanterns from those who are already in attendance, having found a good place to set down their offerings. Others are vampire gourds (not live ones, obviously), candles and tealights places within their hollow shells to give ghoulish entrance to the party. There's gentle music, the bubble of conversation, and meetings between people who may not have seen each other all year. But whilst there's most certainly an atmosphere of joviality and cheer and remembrance, the night sky overhead seems very dark indeed. As if something up there is holding its breath, daring for the sort of interruption that had befallen last year's festivities. Welcome to the 312 PC Festival of Lights! This SWE is open to Naturals and Outlanders alike, and for the first time, is being held in King's End! Please come and hang your lanterns to remember those your characters have lost. This thread will remain open until the end of the month, at which time perhaps Ludo will appear to choose its favourite lantern, and to bestow a gift. This is the main lantern-hanging thread. Feel free to have off-shoot threads for your other activities if you like!

RONIN

the darkstar

In the end, Ronin hasn't bothered to make any new lanterns. But he does bring the two that have started to become a staple at the festival of lights - the one painted with feathers and a ship for Vanya, and the one made out of Aoife's old finger paintings for (obviously) the starry eyed child they'd lost. The lanterns are held carefully in one hand as he strolls into the festival, his other arm casually slung around Remi.

"I'll hang these up and fetch us a drink?" he suggests to his husband with a soft smile, knowing better than to ask if Remi wants to join him in his task. Whether or not the Lullaby feels like it is entirely his choice, and there's no pressure from Ronin either way. "I didn't expect the Barrows to look so peaceful at night. Even if those gourds are a creepy touch." Ludo would be proud, he reckons.

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Remi hasn't made or brought a lantern this year. He hasn't come empty-handed though, not being quite so bold as to show up to Ludo's festival with nothing for the herald. Instead of a glowing lantern, he brings a large expandable fan with lines drawn on that someone might play X's and O's (or naughts and crosses if you're a pretentious ex-baron). This way Ludo could use it to make the lanterns sway in the breeze or fan their flames if it so chose.

"I can do that." Remi agrees with a smile. Unlinking his arm from his husband's, Remi goes to fill two glasses full of what's on offer. As it happens, it's a sticky-sweet concoction that looks rather like a child's version of sangria, which was to say everything within arms reach shoved into a bowl and drowned in juice.