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 Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2025 2:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2025 2:15 pm
 Once again the Faire Field was alive with noise, color, and activity. This time it was the Fall Festival, a riot of autumn golds and strong reds, of oranges and deep greens and the pale cream white of ghostly pumpkins and squash. Harvest produce overflowed from various stalls, by the basket and barrel and heap. The scent of cook fires, the sound of grilling and enthusiastic hawking, of song and dance and stories. One could barely hear themselves think, but that was the fun of it. As the sun sank toward the horizon the torches were lit, first those at the outermost points to beckon more folks in from the dark, then along the stages and avenues to light the way for performers and wanderers. Many of the individual vendors had taken to hanging lanterns of their own, and the merrily flickering candles within lit delicate panes of colored glass or threw shadows from ornately wrought iron. Both were the work of familiar artisans, and they kindled similar flames in Revontulet's heart.
The Cerynei mare was all the colors of a bonfire night, deep black with swirls of fire tones like she'd been kissed by stardust and embers at sunset. Above her delicate ears rose a crown of flowers and branches, and a strange ghost light of amber followed where she went, as did several fluttering moths. She was the previous Faire Queen, Askúta Moschata Revontulet.
"This way, Ladies and Gentlemen!" Revontulet called in a bright tone, lifting her head proudly as she strode up and down the wide avenue. "This way to the Harvest Pageant! Contestants may show a talent or a costume if they wish, all are invited! We'll have a vote and crown our Harvest Monarchs! Don't forget to shop at the Faire, find yourself a tasty snack, and then make your way over to participate! This way to the Harvest Pageant, Lords and Ladies!" Revontulet Wordcount: 318
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ToniCourtel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2025 11:56 am
More than content to wander his way far from his father's herd now that he has reconnected with his mother and found he inherited her restless spirit, Khajrayna is unsurprised to find himself at the heart of yet another harvest festival. For his part he likes the cheerful energy most of the faires and festivals offer, willing to lose himself in wandering amongst hundreds of others has he browses wares, art, produce and more. The variety of fruits, vegetables and flowers are always the most intriguing part, which is perhaps why the harvest faires are among his favorites.
Well, they were, before a group seemed to take it as the perfect moment to turn him into a harvest display all his own. His proud crest of feathers and flowing mane had been threaded with plant life, his own crown obscured by a braided wreath of flowers and pale sweet grasses that still carried a hint of fragrance. The harvest faire crowns were a sweet assembly of grass and herbs, sometimes featuring flowers, designed to be tossed into the bonfires later in the evening and fill the air with their pleasing scent or flavor the smoke of cook fires for a unique harvest meal.
"I won't forget this, Sova," Khaj playfully threatened as the Potter and Dye Mistress used one of her cloud-soft wings to straighten the crown on his head and then shove him forward.
He growled at her cheerful yell of 'Harvest Prince', blue eyes gleaming with dire warning as she volunteered him for the pageant. "Oh, you just wait. I'll get you back." Khajrayna Wordcount: 265
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ToniCourtel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2025 2:35 pm
Put up to this rather ridiculous idea by the encouraging shoving of his friends and perhaps a friendly -sisterly?- 'dire threat' look from Revontulet, Kokaji Noh Nara had eventually relented, agreeing to try for the Harvest pageant. Politely demurring when offered decorations by some of the artisans and volunteers, he instead swept into an open stretch of grass and began to perform. Known for his theatrical interests, Kokaji easily wove together a mix of dance, performance and the careful juggling of the magical pearl that is never far from him. Now and again he makes the shining orb disappear, only to perform flourishing movements or leaps before producing it again in an elegant catch of movement.
When finished he offers the audience a deep bow and a graceful sweep of his tails, the bells in his mane chiming cheerfully when he returned to his full height. Giving the audience a polite nod and perhaps a shyer than expected smile, the young dark Cloudsune stallion moved past the Harvest Queen and Pageant Host, hissing out of one corner of his mouth.
"I will get you back for this nonsense, Revontulet." Kokaji threatened in a tone so soft there was no chance others would hear it, considering how the crowd was yelling and chattering amongst themselves. "Not all of us like to be the center of attention at Faires and Festivals, hmm? What happened to having a quiet, enjoyable day with our friends? How is it you always end up in some sort of mischief?"
Kokaji sighed, flicking a searching glance over the crowd in the hope that either Hiss or Howdan could appear to offer some sort of mitigating influence on Revontulet. For his sake, if no one else's. 'I love my friends, I love my friends, I love my friends...' Kokaji Noh Nara Wordcount: 300
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2025 2:52 pm
Solanum Boneblossom demurred politely when some of the other Faire Vendors attempted to nudge him into participating in the little Pageant and nomination for Harvest King and Queen. Though his fellow purveyors of fine goods are the loudest voices, it's mostly a playful encouragement as they know he has no interest in such things. Instead he politely declines and steps up with a pair of tidy little dyed pouches. They're both filled with his latest autumn blend of dried flowers, herbs and tea leaves- more than enough to make a few pots of tea or even flavor meals if someone were so inclined. Each pouch is dyed an autumnal hue of either a deep red or a burnished sort of gold, the fabric courtesy of bartering with Sovanna and the leather tie that secured each adorned with autumn colored glass beads from his collaboration and trading projects with Locke. He's proud of the overall presentation as he leaves them with the former Harvest Queen so she can present the little prizes to the winner.
"From all of the Vendors here at the Faire," Sol offers in a rumbling tone with a polite bow to the contestants that have arrived to mill about in the hopes of earning the crowd's favor and being crowned. "We thank you very much for attending these festivities with us. Thank you for buying and trading with us, for enjoying our food and wares or appreciating our hard work, our arts and crafts and performances. We appreciate you more than I can even begin to say. Instead, I'll just wish you good luck in this competition!" Solanum Wordcount: 270
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Saint Vis rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2025 6:55 pm
 Senka had adorned herself with a papier-mâché made costume. Mostly covering her nebula body, running along her back and dragging down into black streamers made of dyed fabric to signify his longer fur and thicker shadows. She did her best to will her own inky floating shadows to touch the ground and run longer before dissipating in the air to sell the illusion. The costume gives a resemblance to a dark sheepdog everyone knows as Monfulta. Not well, but it was the thought that counts. Her face is covered by a mask with taller ears and stoic green eyes made out of moss that sits above her soft tangerine eyes.
Rumbling and flaunting her walk in a way that shadows Moofu, she strikes a dramatic pose in the most comical way. It wasn't meant to be comical but the costume is clunky and not made perfectly for bumbling movements the young energetic sheep dog that is Senka. With a large bark, the largest she can muster out of her frame, she tosses her head back in the means to activate a switch in the neck to pop open a small drawer of sprinkles in the mask. Allowing the sprinkles to bust out and cover the ground around her. However, with such a jostling movement her mask also goes flying and like that the imposter Monfulta is beheaded! Without a moment of thought, Senka yelps and clears her throat. "I meant to do that!" Nodding once, with as much finesse as a whelp.
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Saint Vis rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2025 6:57 pm
 Marianela felt nervous since this morning about presenting in front of anyone else. She felt the shakes and shivers on and off from the presence of her biggest enemy: stage fright. Mistaken as excited anticipation to see how her costuming looks all finished, Cygnus cooed sweet sounds at her daughter. Weaving the last few leaves and pinecones into Nel's golden mane. Crafted bats hanging around her shoulders with more leaves and other Autumn plants Nel was made to resemble the Samhain night. The costuming also was barding of stars and more bats that bobbed and wiggled as if they were flying in her starry body.
Marianela froze upon her turn to present herself on the stage. Opening her wings when her mind sparked some sort of understanding, revealing more leaves, that had been tucked into her feathers that knocked loose and fell romantically to the ground below her. Then she just stared again, awkward and frozen.
"Nel.. Darling. You can get off the stage now." Cygnus spoke up from the side, proud due to the fact Nel had been hiding her nerves so well and still managed to stand on the stage and present her beauty. Gaining points only due to this; and the effect of falling leaves. When Nel is urged off the stage, she moves to do a small spin which causes her to get caught up in the barding and in Marianela fashion she trips. Before meeting the ground, Nel catches herself which causes her to quickly trot off stage and move to burry her face into Cygnus' shoulder in shame. Only to have time to take peeks at how handsome her significant other was looking. Words: 279
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Saint Vis rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2025 6:59 pm
 Let's go.. Olwen cause. Sova would.
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Saint Vis rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2025 8:36 pm
 Okay one more and I'll prob make her and Ol's posts up tomorrow~
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-MoomoolatteCha- rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 4:47 pm
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ToniCourtel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2025 4:48 pm
Lady Fajra Misae By the time the Autumn Monarch Faire Pageant games begin, Lady Fajra Misae is well and truly tipsy on blueberry spirits and two days worth of faire going celebrations. It probably didn't help that she'd started the day dehydrated and tired far too many hours ago... Then she had proceeded to recklessly throw herself wholeheartedly into a flurry of faire preparations and errands. By the time afternoon melted into the early shadows of twilight, she had determined there was more value in embracing the celebration that followed than turning in early to catch up on sleep. It's been hours of running and hauling and carrying and whatnot... she deserved the chance to unwind.
Good food and better spirits and even better friends had proved the most excellent of elixirs. Practically radiant under the combined effects, she had not hesitated to steal Mekaisto from his mates for a hilarious improvised dance performance. The red stallion had been all too reluctant to be dragged to the center of attention, which was part of what made it so hilarious and entertaining. That his mates had helped him directly into the limelight had Fajra laughing hard enough to fall over at the very start.
"This will be fun!" Fajra had promised, ignoring the baleful arguments Mekaisto had offered in response.
Things had only gotten worse from there, but the pair truly had had a marvelous time darting and rearing and spinning around on the modest patch of meadow that the crowd had cheerfully cleared for them so they could perform within sight of the audience and the prevailing Faire Queen.
"Thank you for indulging me." Fajra murmured when they had bowed for the cheering and hooting crowd, laughing as she panted to catch her breath. "It was fun." Mekaisto Mekaisto wouldn't say he's particularly close to any of those at the Faire outside of the ones he loves with all his heart. Some he'd seen at previous events and in their wanderings, but it was a distant sort of awareness. Enough to make polite, light conversation or offer greeting nods from across the avenues.
Which of course why he's surprised as all hell when Fajra picks him to be her dance partner in a whirl of white-silk hair and instant laughter.
"Have you lost your mind? Why don't you drag your mate into these insane schemes of yours?!" He argues while feigning an attempt to escape.
"The fact that you're grinning at me like that while you tell me this will be fun makes me think you're lying!" Mekaisto argued with a layer of reluctance masking the amusement he couldn't help but feel. "Fun for YOU, perhaps, my lady. Somehow I don't think we have the same definition and criteria for such things."
He'd given her a playful nudge of his shoulder to accompany the words, glaring with feigned disapproval at first her and then the sight of his mates leaning on each other and laughing on the sidelines. "Remember that if this goes terribly, neither of you get to campaign for divorce! It's at least two thirds your fault!"
Charging and leaping around the little stretch of grass, punctuating the careening spins with rears and drops, Mekaisto had given himself over to the chaotic whirl of crowd and music and the occasional whip of Fajra's flowing hair. There was a certain art to dancing with her but not getting close enough to be caught that he'd just managed to capture, but the performance certainly had been more comedy than artistry.
Bowing good naturedly to Revontulet, Mekaisto found himself shoulder to shoulder to the fiery Red Knight and gave her a companionable shove and a grin. "That was chaotic, to say the very least. I hope you had fun, since I don't see us winning in any category except perhaps insanity."
Her gratitude was met with a noble incline of his head and a flash of amused eyes. "An honor, Lady Fajra... A singular honor, I hope. Next time take one of my mates, hmm? I've done my time."
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Saint Vis rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2025 5:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2025 6:45 pm
Opportunities for employment for a furnace hound are limited as far as creativity goes, particularly if one lacks the ruthless qualities that therefore make things like arson, theft and murder invalid options. (Tajvar wouldn't rule such possibilities out in extreme situations but so far he had yet to encounter anyone that put such options on the table, much less made them look the most reasonable and just responses.) True enough during the winter general options like lamp-lighting and fire tending would likely see a rise in demand, just as summer requests would see an understandable fall... But during autumn? Festivity employment was fairly predictable. The choices basically fell into the two categories of standard fire tending, or performer work in one sort of stunt show or another.
Having just finished a show where he featured various stunts in the realm of fire-breathing, eating and the like, Tajvar is glad for the reprieve offered by one of the stage areas being filled with the Faire Pageant. As a precaution he has already made a quick pass through the artisan corridor to ensure none of their fires have burned low enough to endanger the creation of their wares. With everyone in good shape he'd taken a moment to find a quick snack and then drawn to a halt just outside the realm of the pageant crowd.
Watching the performances, stunts, costumes and whatnot parade through the space, Tajvar cheers and calls for each of them. He's amused at every turn, admiring costumes and performance, laughing at the exuberance and chaos. It's a highly rewarding break, and that alone makes it easy to decline when Revontulet gives him a look that invites him to join the insanity.
"No thank you," he declines with a pointed look. "We've established dance is definitely not my strong suit, that scarlet pair still has me beat." Wordcount: 309
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