[SWE] [SE] The Flowerbirth Ball

flowerbirth All the best things are worth waiting for. (That’s the admin excuse we’re going with and you’ll like it.) And so as the sun reaches its zenith on an airy, warm day in the Oerwoud, a party is starting. Gnarled and twisted branches of trees boast eclectic arrangements of hanging lanterns and garlands, heralding the way towards the festivities. Opening out onto an impressive meadow, a substantial feast has been prepared on an expanse of enormous branches, bent and coerced to serve as seats and tables. There are platters of glistening blushberries, bushels of apples and sprigs of mint; wild boar and game; root vegetables and potatoes roasted and drizzled with honey, as well as an array of other seeds, nuts and sweet treats. Around the feast, a flat area of fresh grass makes a fitting ballroom. Socialising is encouraged. Dancing is optional. Welcome to The Flowerbirth Ball! You have 72 hours to post your characters arriving. If you have left an offering for Ghilio and/or crafted your own outfit for the ball, please include the links to these threads at the bottom of your post!

Deimos

Dare we know the halo's hanging low

Deimos made good on his promise of flower crowns – and was content to remember he’d instilled layers in his outfit. The moment they’d arrived within the humid, airy Oerwoud, he peeled away the portions of anything fur-lined, stuffing the navy mantle directly into his bag and forgoing it entirely until they made their way home. The rest of his outfit coincided well, the tunic rich and blue, pants accompanying not stained in blood, and the wreath of blossoms alternating in orange and cobalt hues; complementary, as they were arranged over hair pulled away from his neck in a messy bun.

He offered Evie a crown as well, in case she hadn’t concocted her own, and was half-tempted to steer them directly to the feast and its tables, though the meadow and its flattened expanse, earned a wrinkle of his nose and a teasing air. Lowering his voice to a whisper along the outside of her ear, he resorted to mischief, perhaps to ease any apprehension when it came to festivities – no matter how many years had passed. “Did you proposition me to dance at the masquerade?”

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[se] solar flares Ghilio Offering
[se] live for the fight Outfit Making

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

Unencumbered by the trauma of past festivities in years gone by, Lena arrived amidst the Oerwoud, with Mittens in tow, sporting her handmade finery. Cool, spring colors curled their way through her hair, arranged with flowers in pink, purple, and blue hues, matching the shades of her lavender dress (adorned in dragons; a homage to her sister). With her basket laden over her arm, she figured the picture complete, and didn’t mind the airy whims of the land’s climate.

Rather than heading for anywhere in particular, she found herself, and her companion, marveling at the spread of the meadow, the feast nearby, and the hanging lanterns, garlands, marking the route to take. From there though, she couldn’t help but snag a seat towards the end of the long table, helping herself to some fruit while others meandered in.

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[se] nine in the afternoon Outfit Making
[SE] Flowersong Birdbirth Ghilio Offering

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm