It was that time of year again, when City People young and old would begin to hand pine in windowsills, decorate their homes and shops, and the sound of mechanical wings buzzed in the air with a certain… holiday cheer. Winter time was upon them, along with the new year, though much did not change in the city itself, (well, aside from the cold and the fact the flowers had pretty much gone for the season), the atmosphere and temperament of its residents did. The new year was a time to celebrate a year well done, a year of life and prosperity, or peace and happiness. It was a time to give thanks for what they have and set lofty goals for the year to come.
It was Winter’s Night, the longest night in the year, and it represented the end of all things. Life symbolically. It was in ages past a night where you would spend your hour with loved ones, reflecting on your luck and lot in life. Overtime, it became a season of gifts, one which was small in it’s origins. A simple story of a young city person giving her beloved a handcrafted book which held her memories of their year together. Now gift giving was common, if selective of recipient. The gift, often handcrafted, was given to the one who you appreciated the most out of the year. A smaller gift, to one whom you hoped to better your relationship with. Things that were to end, and things to begin. It was both a family and lover’s holiday, and from the humble beginnings, it’s become widely celebrated, yet not commercialized. To buy a gift was to give an insult. No, gifts were to be thoughtful, sincere, and from the heart. Flowers made of paper are often given freely, the names of the intended recipients written on the stem.
Winter’s night was about showing those you loved that you loved, and those you cared about, you still cared. It was about mending broken bonds, strengthening relationships, or perhaps even starting new ones.
This was Winter’s Night, and before the sun fell behind the horizon, the symbolic gift of wreath of roses, each make from pages of a book, was to be laid in the center of the city. The funeral wreath for the year that was over. The wreath that, in its center, held the wish of the city. ‘To be safe and happy, to be a peace and prosper. Let our people be merry and gay, and let our troubles all fall away.’
((OOC: This ORP takes place in the town square, just before the ceremony of the wreath laying. The time is dusk, just before the sun sets, and in attendance is the Prime Minister as well as several members of the city council. ICly, this is the time a City Person or Book child would make their personal wish for the new year. It’s also a great time to give out those handmade paper flowers!
This is considered an ‘event’ RP and is OPEN to meta approved characters. ))
It was Winter’s Night, the longest night in the year, and it represented the end of all things. Life symbolically. It was in ages past a night where you would spend your hour with loved ones, reflecting on your luck and lot in life. Overtime, it became a season of gifts, one which was small in it’s origins. A simple story of a young city person giving her beloved a handcrafted book which held her memories of their year together. Now gift giving was common, if selective of recipient. The gift, often handcrafted, was given to the one who you appreciated the most out of the year. A smaller gift, to one whom you hoped to better your relationship with. Things that were to end, and things to begin. It was both a family and lover’s holiday, and from the humble beginnings, it’s become widely celebrated, yet not commercialized. To buy a gift was to give an insult. No, gifts were to be thoughtful, sincere, and from the heart. Flowers made of paper are often given freely, the names of the intended recipients written on the stem.
Winter’s night was about showing those you loved that you loved, and those you cared about, you still cared. It was about mending broken bonds, strengthening relationships, or perhaps even starting new ones.
This was Winter’s Night, and before the sun fell behind the horizon, the symbolic gift of wreath of roses, each make from pages of a book, was to be laid in the center of the city. The funeral wreath for the year that was over. The wreath that, in its center, held the wish of the city. ‘To be safe and happy, to be a peace and prosper. Let our people be merry and gay, and let our troubles all fall away.’
((OOC: This ORP takes place in the town square, just before the ceremony of the wreath laying. The time is dusk, just before the sun sets, and in attendance is the Prime Minister as well as several members of the city council. ICly, this is the time a City Person or Book child would make their personal wish for the new year. It’s also a great time to give out those handmade paper flowers!
This is considered an ‘event’ RP and is OPEN to meta approved characters. ))
