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first we built the new cellar to the shanty, home of some ship rats now. There was a buncha raffles, some butterflies got loose that people could catch and shove back in a crate for prizes, a parade, and merchants. Piyvhh was there, working with gold (i think she'll have an HE shop) Cereia who is a dressmaker (i think she'll have a shop at HE) and might start a riot at HE, which mob will you join? I heard there was someone there altering foci Dyer Threda who just changed the colors of things only
You see Dyer Threda, an Elven Trader. Threda has a heart-shaped face with laugh lines, pointed ears, tilted almond-shaped blue-grey eyes and an upturned nose. She has cropped silver hair, with pale skin and a lean figure. She is tiny for an Elf. She appears to be young. She is in good shape. She is holding an icy-white silk gamantang laced down the back with silver ribbons in her right hand. She is wearing a long hooded cloak, a heavy silk haversack, a sleeveless white silk tunic belted with a steely grey sash, a delicate silver ring embedded with tiny diamonds, some grey leggings and some thin-soled velvet slippers with spiraling straps.
She is wearing a pair of delicate gold-framed glasses, a virid damask apron with silk ties, a golden leather pack with a tapestry-paneled flap, a soft dress of leaf green fae-woven silk atop goldweave and some slender brocatelle slippers edged with golden gossamer frill.
a flower-decked float depicting the Goddess Hodierna reclining on a green bank, Larger than life, the Goddess smiles benevolently upon the proceedings, the massive wooden carving seeming to glow with health and freshness. A pure white unicorn kneels at the Goddess' feet, in the form of a nervous looking mare with a pearlescent horn strapped to her head. A white-clad acolyte kneels at the "unicorn's" side, clearly soothing the skittish creature, while others move about the float, casting flowers in among the onlookers. > The unicorn kneeling at Hodierna's feet -- a pure white mare with a pearlescent horn fasted to her head -- abruptly decides that she has had enough. The horse tries to stand once more as a white-clad acolyte vainly attempts to soothe the beast. Just as the horse seems ready to make a break for it, a serene-looking acolyte decked in a wreath of healing herbs approaches the duo, resting her hand gently on the mare's neck. The calming effect is instantaneous, the mare settling once more at the goddess's feet.
a Lemicus float shaped like a breaking wave, This massive float is a frothy confection of painted deep blues and greens, while the sea foam cresting the float is comprised of hundreds of tiny white blossoms. The Goddess is depicted with her head thrown back and arms raised, her body seeming to sway in an indolent dance amid the breaking waves. A massive papier-mache Albatross surveys the scene from high above, swaying from a silver pole as if in flight. Several green-clad acolytes dance atop the float, casting tiny sea shells into the crowd. > The green-clad acolytes atop the float sway in a lazy, indolent dance, pausing now and again to cast sea shells into the crowd. Abruptly, a commotion halts their dance as a live albatross circles curiously downward to investigate the float. The acolytes bow their heads reverently as the bird passes above, resuming their dancing only after it moves out of view.
a priestess of Berengaria escorting a small herd of milk-white cows,
The musicians pause nearby for a few moments, their performance building to a lively crescendo. All the while, a surly-looking Dwarf moves among the group, blowing brightly-colored bubbles with a tiny wand. Several bubbles become stuck to the Dwarf's beard, his irritated growling forming a rumbling bass line for the performance. > > The Dwarf, having righted his beard, ceases his grumbling and hefts his bagpipes with a sigh. He pats them a few times as if consoling a distressed child, then resumes blowing bubbles from his tiny wand, plodding off after the group of musicians as they move away. > You notice a few brightly-colored bubbles drift past, accompanied by rhythmic music. Peering in the direction of the sound, you see a group of lively musicians making their way in your direction.
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