OOC Note: So I've started the ball rolling for all you fellow procrastinators out there, and participants in the upcoming Carnival events! :D Post your preparations and participation schpeels here if you'd like! G, Vorn, Ander, Harris, Dris, and anyone else who's got some fun or special idea, musing, or ready-getting for the event.
You don't have to be in the events line up, either. Like I said, this is a post for all and any characters with things in mind for the Carnival event to post on.
I know you've all got some good thinking caps, so hop to it!
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During one of their many out and abouts, one Ms. Lilliana McClae and Mrs. Melina Garridan, had come upon the many rainbow painted flyers advertising the call for an upcoming carnival. One with looked to the other, young to old, and old to young; both sported a knowing grin, though one seemed more excited than the other. Oddly enough, that one was Melina, the elder witch, Lilliana's mother.
"Do ye suppose we should have a bi' o' fun, Lil' m'girl" I'll have t'find something t'do, I can' be in ye an' Niamh's hair all the time..." It was the honest truth really. And despite "Lil" and her shaking head, her grin merely widened to match her mother's.
"Aye, well, ya' don' think I'm goin' t'le' ya' go an' have all the fun w' this t'oo, eh' Com'on. We'll be a t'eam w' palms an' fort'unes. Easy an' ent'ert'ainin'." Molten eyes sparkled with mischief and all the other fun little promises that came with it. Melina didn't do much to discourage her daughter's impish expression, if anything, she encouraged it. Dark ebon locks streaked with the pales of good age were given a toss over the elder Garrigan woman's shoulders, and with a cheshire sharp cut of her lips, she moved over to link arms with Lilliana.
"Com'on then indeed! We've go' things t'do, Lil' m'darlin'. Materials t'collec' an' ten' poles t'find....I'm glad I brough' some o' the things fer Midsummer w' me. Ye know Maddoc, Lil', he forge's the little things sometimes. She said with a soft laugh.
"Yeah Ma', ya' an' I both know there ain' nothin' litt'le abou' ye' a' all." Lilliana couldn't resist that quip back pretty quickly as they wove their way down the late afternoon streets of the market.
"Oo yer lucky ye go' the same hips on ye, Lilliana Garridan McClae, otherwise I'd smack tha' big fire-head o' yers for tha' disrespec'!" Pantomiming a whack at her daughter's 'big fire-head', Melina found her smile pulling back despite herself. It was quite clear the older woman was happy to see her eldest child again; it radiated from every comely inch of her time kissed features. If mothers and fathers were anything to judge the future looks of their offspring from, Lilliana had a lot to look forward to once age began to set in. Then again, nearing thirty years herself, the younger witch should have already had a line or two appearing about her face; alas, she was still cherub sweet as anything. No doubt there was a family secret shared somewhere to keep themselves to well preserved.
"Aye, aye. All righ' then, so ya' wan' t'do the palms an' fort'unes then?" The fiery buxom voiced again, just to keep the ball rolling and on the right track. Sometimes she and her mother could get carried away from the tasks at hand.
"Aye, aye, yerself, Lil', yes. Yeah, palms an' fortunes. We'll sit'em w' ye firs' t'ge' their lines read, an' then once tha's done, I'll tell them the nex' significan' even' t'happen t'them unless they've an actual question, how's tha' sound"" Lilliana nodded at her mothers words, her smile light and easy as their path began to breeze them back towards the earth packed roads that wound off to the southern valley of the glen.
"Sounds jus' abou' righ'....Now, wha' silks an' cryst'als t'ge' ou', yeah"..." With the wind picking up, and both gypsies taking long, merciless strides, their voices were soon lost to the wind. Upon returning back to Lilliana's caravan, she and her mother began, as Melina had said, to get materials and dig out some tent poles. When the Garridan did something, they did it right!
http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/019/4/a/CandleLight_by_Ax_XXX.jpg http://ih3.redbubble.net/work.930871.2.flat,550x550,075,f.the-art-of-palmistry.jpg
You don't have to be in the events line up, either. Like I said, this is a post for all and any characters with things in mind for the Carnival event to post on.
I know you've all got some good thinking caps, so hop to it!
____________________________________ ____________________________________
During one of their many out and abouts, one Ms. Lilliana McClae and Mrs. Melina Garridan, had come upon the many rainbow painted flyers advertising the call for an upcoming carnival. One with looked to the other, young to old, and old to young; both sported a knowing grin, though one seemed more excited than the other. Oddly enough, that one was Melina, the elder witch, Lilliana's mother.
"Do ye suppose we should have a bi' o' fun, Lil' m'girl" I'll have t'find something t'do, I can' be in ye an' Niamh's hair all the time..." It was the honest truth really. And despite "Lil" and her shaking head, her grin merely widened to match her mother's.
"Aye, well, ya' don' think I'm goin' t'le' ya' go an' have all the fun w' this t'oo, eh' Com'on. We'll be a t'eam w' palms an' fort'unes. Easy an' ent'ert'ainin'." Molten eyes sparkled with mischief and all the other fun little promises that came with it. Melina didn't do much to discourage her daughter's impish expression, if anything, she encouraged it. Dark ebon locks streaked with the pales of good age were given a toss over the elder Garrigan woman's shoulders, and with a cheshire sharp cut of her lips, she moved over to link arms with Lilliana.
"Com'on then indeed! We've go' things t'do, Lil' m'darlin'. Materials t'collec' an' ten' poles t'find....I'm glad I brough' some o' the things fer Midsummer w' me. Ye know Maddoc, Lil', he forge's the little things sometimes. She said with a soft laugh.
"Yeah Ma', ya' an' I both know there ain' nothin' litt'le abou' ye' a' all." Lilliana couldn't resist that quip back pretty quickly as they wove their way down the late afternoon streets of the market.
"Oo yer lucky ye go' the same hips on ye, Lilliana Garridan McClae, otherwise I'd smack tha' big fire-head o' yers for tha' disrespec'!" Pantomiming a whack at her daughter's 'big fire-head', Melina found her smile pulling back despite herself. It was quite clear the older woman was happy to see her eldest child again; it radiated from every comely inch of her time kissed features. If mothers and fathers were anything to judge the future looks of their offspring from, Lilliana had a lot to look forward to once age began to set in. Then again, nearing thirty years herself, the younger witch should have already had a line or two appearing about her face; alas, she was still cherub sweet as anything. No doubt there was a family secret shared somewhere to keep themselves to well preserved.
"Aye, aye. All righ' then, so ya' wan' t'do the palms an' fort'unes then?" The fiery buxom voiced again, just to keep the ball rolling and on the right track. Sometimes she and her mother could get carried away from the tasks at hand.
"Aye, aye, yerself, Lil', yes. Yeah, palms an' fortunes. We'll sit'em w' ye firs' t'ge' their lines read, an' then once tha's done, I'll tell them the nex' significan' even' t'happen t'them unless they've an actual question, how's tha' sound"" Lilliana nodded at her mothers words, her smile light and easy as their path began to breeze them back towards the earth packed roads that wound off to the southern valley of the glen.
"Sounds jus' abou' righ'....Now, wha' silks an' cryst'als t'ge' ou', yeah"..." With the wind picking up, and both gypsies taking long, merciless strides, their voices were soon lost to the wind. Upon returning back to Lilliana's caravan, she and her mother began, as Melina had said, to get materials and dig out some tent poles. When the Garridan did something, they did it right!
http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/019/4/a/CandleLight_by_Ax_XXX.jpg http://ih3.redbubble.net/work.930871.2.flat,550x550,075,f.the-art-of-palmistry.jpg