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Years ago, the tiny town of Maple’s Landing was an amazing sight. Bustling with activity, it seemed as though the land had received the Harvest Queen’s blessed touch; and it had.

Blissful life took a turn for the worse over a decade ago, when a great Calamity touched the land. Horrified by the events, the people rebuffed their Queen. Saddened by her people's snubbing, she put herself into a deep sleep and the land withered. Now, the town is tasked with saving their homeland before it's too late.

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 [F] Festival of Lights, Year 8
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 Posted: Aug 25 2017, 07:18 PM
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The sun finally sets, dusk is gone, and the early twilight creeps in. The Landing is dark and quiet....Except, alllllll the way out in the foothills, little lightbulbs spark to life one by one up in the branches of Phinae's Tree. It's that wonderful time of year again- the Festival of Lights. On this night, the good people of Maple's Landing gather beneath the tree, where tables and decorations have been set up for the party. There are three tables, each with their own purpose-

The first table has a few crates of candles on top of it. Everyone who walks by is handed a candle, and they're to hold on to it until the end of the festival where they will all be lit at once. Don't worry, you'll be given a candle holder to avoid getting hot wax on your hands.

The second table is just meant for snacks and refreshments, it's all free, so please, grab a bite or a drink to keep warm! Also on the table is a small box labeled "Elderberry Inn Donation Box". Feel free to drop some coins in, all proceeds go towards restoring the town!

But the third table is where it's all at. Every year, everyone is invited to draw a fortune. Fortunes can range from good to bad. Maybe you'll get a good one, or maybe you'll get just a plain average one. Or maybe, you'll be the luckiest person of them all and get a fantastic fortune! Buuuuuut on the flipside, you could be so unlucky, you just might draw a terrible fortune. Feeling lucky anyway? Feel free to grab one! (Be sure to note in bold lettering that your character has taken a fortune. A staff member will then PM your fortune, which your character will be free to reveal on their own)

Did you happen to get an average, bad, or terrible fortune? Then just tie to a branch of Phinae's Tree, and just maybe, the Goddess herself will bless it for you, turning it into a good fortune. (If you're feeling really daring, you can tie your good fortune to the tree, and it just might turn rotten!)

The hostess, Mrs. Brielle Einhart, will announce when it's time to light the candles, but in the meantime feel free to enjoy this evening with friends and family, and partake of all that the festival has to offer. So grab a cup of hot cocoa and a fortune, and merrily celebrate the start of the holiday season!


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William Marksworth
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The bitter cold seemed to be getting to poor William, who bundled himself up in his heavy winter attire in preparation for tonight's activities. Aside from the nip in the air, he was fairly excited to be attending his very first festival since moving to the Landing! He recalled some similar sort of tradition from his hometown involving the fortunes-- how his brother would bicker and groan over every 'average' or 'bad' fortune, and how he'd flaunt about anything better. Not necessarily the greatest of memories, but it made him chuckle nonetheless.

As he finally made his way to the base of the tree, his eyes sparkled as he marveled at the lights that hung from it's branches. Festival of Lights, indeed! He recalled the lights hung up in his town during the holiday seasons, but those were nothing in comparison to this! On top of that, even with the crowd beginning to roll in, he found himself at ease. With a smile on his face, William approached the first table, gladly accepting a candle, and continued on.

William happily glanced over at the second table and the lovely arrangement of food and various drinks, but decided he'd pass by and later come back to it... probably for a cup of cocoa or cider-- if they had any. Without any hesitation, Will strolled over to the fortunes with a relaxed grin on his face. He then carefully reached into the box, and promptly placed the fortune he pulled out in his pocket-- he'd look at it later.

Finding a spot that was out of the way, William stood and watched as people went about the festival grounds. His hands shoved into his pockets, and his face buried into his scarf, he decided it would be best if he grabbed a warm drink to fight back this cold. Adjusting his scarf quickly, he began to walk back to the table, trying not to bump into anyone.
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 Posted: Aug 26 2017, 12:18 AM
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Eberhardt Fandell
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Finally, she had a chance to get out here! Eberhardt had been meaning to come over to the Landing for a festival, cause it was super duper important! She had finally decided on a theme for her portfolio- Her one way ticket into the best liberal arts university on this side of the country! Her theme? Well, it was Maple’s Landing itself! To showcase the charm and beauty of a little village on the coast, and what better to highlight it with than one of its most famous festivals?

It had been years since Eberhardt had come to a Festival of Lights, not since she was a very tiny child, back before the Calamity happened. She could just vaugely remember rainbow colored leaves illuminated by bright, twinkling light bulbs…And that was it really. But now, as she walked up to the tree behind her grandparents, it all seemed to come back in a sparkling flurry. Phinae’s Tree looked absolutely beautiful. Her face lit up as brightly as the tree as it felt like the air in her lungs were sucked out of her. It felt so unreal and magical, and yet, so calming and perfect. She LOVED IT.

She had to get some shots of this for sure! Eberhardt reached into her bag and pulled her camera out, time to get to work! She followed her grandparents to the candle table, and snapped a picture of them getting theirs, click! then trailed after them to the fortunes table, click!. She had already warned them ahead of time that she’d be taking pictures, which was fine with them. The best pictures, in Eberhardt’s mind, were the candid shots- When people didn’t know their picture was being taken and they were acting naturally. Really captured the spirit she was trying to convey.

Two shots down, more to go. Eberhardt stepped back and back and back, enough to be out of the way, but still getting the right light source. She aimed her lens up at the tree canopy, and loudly her camera went click click click! The perfect start to her portfolio!
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Winter 13 | Brielle and Reginald Einhart + Dylan Goodwin




The Festival of Lights had always been an event that Brielle had carefully prepared for each year. She would plan every detail of the decor, have a well rehearsed speech ready to deliver and inspire the people, and have coordinated, ironed and wrinkle-free outfits planned for her and her family. This year she’d only managed to prepare one of the three, and it happened to be the wrinkle-free outfits.

At least she was proud of the way her family looked. They bore the appearance of any good elite Landing family, comfortable and fancy enough that their attire alone screamed that, yes, they were very important members of the community, thank you, and they were quite proud of their success. The perfect picture of refined snobbery that was to be expected of the Einharts nowadays. Brielle had made certain of that.

Giving a speech would be another matter entirely. She was thankful that they’d managed to whip out enough decorations from previous years, at least, to keep the event looking like a respectable gathering, but still she felt that someone would notice and accuse her of shirking her responsibilities.

“Mama? Mama!” Her son’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she was quick to raise a hand in a halting gesture.

“I’m right here, Reginald. Don’t shout.”

The boy hesitated, and a moment later tears began to fill his eyes and his lip quivered. The sudden change seemed to melt his mother’s icy exterior, and Brielle knelt down in front of him, her expression softening. “What is it, Reggie?”

Reginald smiled once again and bounced on his heels as he softly told her, “I wann’a puppy for my bir-day.”

“A puppy?” Brielle asked, humoring him as she reached out to tuck his scarf in around his coat. “I don’t think we can afford to get a puppy right now, sweetie. Your father and I are far too busy to take care of one. Besides, shouldn't you be thinking about making a present for your papa's birthday?”

Reggie wasn’t too pleased with this answer, but his spirits remained high as he swung his arms back and forth loosely. “Papa wants a puppy too," he fibbed, the grin on his chubby face making it clear that he knew his mother wouldn't fall for it.

Brielle leaned in and nuzzled her nose against his. “We’ll talk about it later, alright?” Without another word she rose back to her full height, returning to her usual, stoic self. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dylan sulking beside them, and without turning his way she demanded, “Get your hands out of your pockets, Dylan.”

The young man let out a sigh and muttered, “Right. Heaven forbid we look unapproachable.”

A moment later Brielle made sure he regretted ever opening his mouth, fixing him with an icy look that left him wilted. He quickly straightened out after that.

Yes, they were the perfect picture of a happy little family, and this festival was going to be absolutely perfect... at least, it would be, if Brielle could manage to keep Reginald quiet. The boy seemed determined to make a ruckus this evening as he began kicking up snow, not really caring if he was coating strangers' shoes in it.


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While Dylan normally wasn't one to sass back at his sister, he was willing to make an exception as of late. Recent happenings with school and awkward conversations with Brielle had made it difficult for him to empathize with her, and as a result he sincerely didn't want to be anywhere near her for the duration of the festival. Despite this, he still felt the need to help with greeting others at the event, since she had asked him to assist in preparations this year, and the sense of responsibility made him want to reach out a little more. (And perhaps prove that being her brother didn't mean he was an emotionless stone as she was.)

On the note of approachable-looking people, he saw one such man who looked just about as friendly as he could, wide-eyed and smiling. Dylan glanced back to his sister and nephew, being sure it was safe for him to sneak away before he walked over to the man. "Uh, hi there. Are you new here?" he asked, hoping that he hadn't just insulted the guy. Anyone who looked upon Phinae's Tree with a grin like that was usually only seeing it lit up for the first time. "I'm Dylan," the teen offered out his hand, then added, "Goodwin. Dylan Goodwin." As respectable as the Einhart name was in this town, he couldn't help but not wish to be associated with it at the moment.


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William Marksworth
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"Uh, hi there. Are you new here?"

Will hesitated for a moment, but then glanced over, giving it away that he was, in fact, new in town. He cracked a smile, and nodded politely at the young man standing before him.

"Got settled in 'round the mid Fall." He answered, carefully adjusting the scarf around his neck. He was still freezing, but... warm drink could always wait for a warm conversation!

"I'm Dylan. Goodwin. Dylan Goodwin." The young man extended a hand, and WIlliam politely exchange a firm, steady handshake. Will wondered if everyone really knew everyone in this little town, or if Dylan Goodwin was simply a wonderfully social young man.

"William Marksworth," His back straightened as he introduced himself, "I run Amber Acres Farm. Just finished pickin' the delicious MacIntosh Apples out on the farm, and it looks like we're going to have a good harvest of Winter Wheat this coming spring." His smile was beaming with pride as he spoke of his crops. Speaking of this coming spring... he fiddled in his pocket, pulling out his unopened fortune and let out a light laugh. "Figured I might as well grab one while I'm here. You 'gonna get one as well?"

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The cold treated her well, so perhaps that was why she enjoyed the winter festivals so much. With her shalwar kameez visible even under her fur shawl and her dupatta draped and pin over her head she was relatively warm even in this kind of weather. The fall season she had hardly gotten out between moving out of her grandparents place and trying to keep the store afloat, winter was her chance to unwind a little bit and start living a little more. She was personally a fan of this festival, it always felt cleansing to her to huddle around with people and to read fortunes by candle light. Not to mention this particular festival felt far less clickish than Yuletide usually did with the social elite forming their little groups with their scheming and gossip.

With the clicking of her heels under her long skit announcing her arrival, she made her usual rounds which was always to pick up her candle first. She loved the heat and the glow of the light. To her there was something romantic about how it lit up the people who held them, not to mention there were some stories from Indore she had been learning from Vivv's mother with one particular romantic story being about a woman who kept a lamp continuously lit for 10 years so her love would return. These candles weren't quite the same thing and they didn't hold the same meaning as that fire did in that story, but the idea alone warmed her heart. Fire was romantic as was this festival in her eyes.
After picking up her candle, she made for her usual next stop, picking up her fortune. Of years past her slips of paper hadn't been the brightest, but perhaps this was her year. Picking her pieces she glanced around at the people who were gathered around before those painted eyes of hers started to scan her fortune.





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Dylan Goodwin



While Dylan wasn't the best at recognizing faces, he was quite familiar with the look of awe that had come over this stranger upon laying eyes on Phinae's Tree. He had to be attending for the first time, and Dylan asked if the man was a newcomer.

"Got settled in 'round the mid Fall."

"Well, welcome to Maple's Landing," Dylan grinned, then awkwardly introduced himself.

"William Marksworth. I run Amber Acres Farm. Just finished pickin' the delicious MacIntosh Apples out on the farm, and it looks like we're going to have a good harvest of Winter Wheat this coming spring," the man explained, practically glowing as he mentioned his crops.

Dylan perked up as well, matching William's smile. "Wow, really? That sounds great! You know, my family-- uh, my brother and sister I mean-- they run the inn here in town. They like to buy fresh produce and stuff from the local farms, so maybe they'll be stopping by yours sometime?" People liked to hear about new customers, didn't they? If Dylan was learning anything from working in a shop it was that word of mouth sold a lot for businesses. "You have any animals on your farm?" he asked, almost as an afterthought, but in truth he'd been trying to keep himself from asking about them. Ranchers specifically had always impressed Dylan, to a degree, but he knew not all farmers dipped into that profession and also raised cattle.

After a short bit the man moved on to pull a fortune out of his pocket. "Figured I might as well grab one while I'm here. You 'gonna get one as well?"

Dylan paused, uncertain of what to say at first. He'd never really picked up fortunes for himself before... but what was stopping him from it? Wasn't everyone free to grab one? "You bet," he said after a second or two, then looked back to William. "Did you get a good one this year? You know you can always tie it to the tree if you don't like what it says."


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Ray almost didn't want to come. It was cold outside, and every year it seemed like the same old thing. They showed up, Mrs. Einhart gave a speech, he got a mediocre fortune, he had a cup of hot chocolate, and they left. Honestly, Ray didn't think that the walk out to Phinae's Tree was worth it. Not when he could stay inside, have a cup of hot chocolate in the warmth of his own home, and watch reruns of Space Voyage. And yet, here he was because his mom made him go out. Well, she didn't make him go, exactly, but she certainly made him feel guilty about it.

The family had hardly even been on the festival grounds for five minutes, though, before Ray was actually kind of glad that his mom [s]forced[/i] coerced him out of the house, because he saw Eberhardt standing under the tree taking pictures of the festival. He stood there for a moment, formulating an action plan. He couldn't just walk up and say hi... Could he? Was that a cool thing to do? ... No, who was he kidding? She already knew that he was the world's biggest dork, and for some reason, she still talked to him. He had nothing to worry about, right? Well... Probably, anyway.

With a deep breath, Ray walked over to Eberhardt while she was taking a picture of Phinae's Tree, and stood there with his hands in his pockets, not wanting to disturb her. Once she put her camera down, he gave her a little wave and said, "Hey, Eberhardt... Whatcha up to?" Well, taking pictures of course. Duh. "You here for the festival?" Yes... Yes, she was. Clearly. Okay... Good job. He was ready to go jump into the Poplar River now.
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Winter was one of Lena's favorite seasons. It reminded her of home, though it was far more gentle here in Maple's Landing than it ever was in Grover Fields. The winters there could see the temperature drop deep below zero degrees, making it miserable and painful to venture outside for any length of time, especially when the winds kicked up. But here? It was balmy in comparison. Even if it slowed down her delivery routes she couldn't find it in herself to truly dislike the season, as it washed away any slight amount of homesickness she held.

But work wasn't a concern today! It was the Festival of Lights, and while she'd always wanted to attend this event she had never gotten to in the past. Usually she would take the extra day off to work on the undoubtedly piled up homework she had by this point in the semester... And, fancy that, she was in the same boat again, but honestly? Being in her senior year now she was unable to muster up the same amount of gung-ho enthusiasm over school. It was made especially difficult since her GPA kept slipping despite all her hard work, eliminating any chance of her graduating with honors as she had originally hoped. Now all she wanted was her degree so she could just stop stressing.

Well, she had heard the festival could bring one good luck, so all Lena had to hope for was to draw a good fortune. Maybe it would salvage her lackluster semester? Midterms had been brutal and with finals on the horizon... No, she couldn't think of that! Not right now, anyway. She was taking the rare opportunity to relax, recharge, and come back stronger than ever!

Her spirit bolstered through a self enforced pep talk, Lena approached Phinae's tree with renewed vigor and sense of purpose. Popping by the first table upon arrival, she grabbed a candle from the attendant with a smile, bypassing the refreshment table for now. No, she had a grander purpose, the promise of a good fortune lay so tantilizingly close in a tiny, unassuming envelope. Closing her eyes as three such envelopes were placed in front of her, she withdrew one of them, keeping which one she ultimately chose a surprise for later.

Wandering out from there she was unsure what she should even do now. Lena instead wandered around the periphery of the festivities now until she came across a younger woman and man close to the tree, the clicking of a camera clear as day. She tried to sneak a peek at the camera without needing to approach her fully, but she couldn't quite tell the model from a distance. What could she say, her photography class had made her curious about such things. Taking a couple steps forward, crunching in the untouched snow, Lena smiled in greeting to the man before addressing the young woman, "Ooooh, what model is that camera? It's so much better than what I have! Which is like, just a shoddy instant camera but it was the only thing I could afford." She exclaimed, dipping in to get a better look. "Are you an art student or, oooh, a journalism student, too?!"

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Hono spent several hours before her first festival wondering if she could bring her sword with her. Common sense warned her that it would be as illegal as it was back home, but she was in new territory, dark winter territory. Never mind that the town was celebrating the lights; could they not have done it at the heart of the city?

In the end, she didn't even take a wooden sword with her, and felt her palms sweating in her gloves as she stood before the glowing tree. The tables set up around it had their own lighting as well, but there were dark patches between them. Moreover the expanse of land that did not include the town and her current area was covered in a darkness that seemed eager to swallow anything that would linger near it.

Clutching her skirts, Hono scurried for the Tree, where it was brightest, where she would be safe until the festival was over. She let its shimmer bleed into her eyes, drive away the darks she could see from its corners, calm her nerves without threat of frying them. It was manners to attend festivals, and socialize, but she was willing to set them aside until she'd secured herself a place in this new world she hadn't gotten quite used to yet.

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Mason wasn't the biggest fan of festivals, but he did have some interest in these festivals. Though he was still unsure as to where he stood when it came to the goddess. But he did have to admit Phinae's tree was really pretty with it all being lit up. And it helped that they had free food and drinks. The prideful part of him wanted to turn up his nose at free food, but he wasn't stupid and knew he wasn't really in the position to turn away free food.

Reaching the festival he couldn't help but sigh when he noticed the number of people already at the festival. He usually went out of his way to avoid people when he could, even if it was someone he recognized. Doing his best to avoid people he immediately made his way towards the table holding the drinks. He grabbed a cup of hot chocolate but decided to forgo eating for the time being.

Wrapping his bare hands around the hot chocolate he made his way towards the table with the candles. Taking one hand off the cup he grabbed a candle before making his way over to a more secluded spot. Well as secluded as he could get with more and more people filing in. After finding a good spot he began to observe those around him. Most people seemed caught up in a conversation with someone else, though there was a few people who seemed to be on their own.

Taking a sip of his hot chocolate he continued to observe those around him. Coming to these festivals were nice if he wanted to people watch, since he wasn't the biggest fan of talking. Though he would converse with someone if he had too. It was rude to ignore someone if they were trying to converse with you, and he was to well mannered to ignore someone if they struck up a conversation with him.

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Shin couldn't believe his brother was going to drag him to this. He knew his brother was just hoping to get him out of his shell more. But he doubted being thrown into a festival with a lot of people would do the trick. He was sure it have the same affects that came to be when he tried to force an interaction with people. It always seemed to back fire, and he was pretty sure it would back fire as well.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as his brother started dragging him to the tables. The first grabbed a candle before going to get a cup of hot chocolate. Than the made their way to the table with the fortunes, when his brother somehow convinced him to grab a fortune. He mostly did it to humor his brother though, so he wouldn't pester him about it the whole night. He had become so focused on the tree that it took a few minutes for him to realize his brother was trying to get his attention.

Biting back a groan he cast his brother a look of annoyance. This was his first time attending this festival, so he had been hoping to gaze upon the tree some more. Before he could ask his brother what he wanted his brother started to drag him towards a woman with a child. Realizing his brother wouldn't let him avoid striking up a conversation with someone he quickly put his wrist out of his brother's grip. Deciding to just get this out of the way he brushed past his brother and covered the remaining distance between himself and the woman and child.

"Hello, so....you enjoying the festival?" he asked, not really sure what to say. Suddenly finding his hot chocolate very interesting he looked down, his eyes fixed on the hot chocolate in his cup. He was pretty sure he sounded like an idiot to this woman and her child. He could feel his face starting to heat up with embarrassment just thinking that.
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A few days earlier, Philemon had heard about a festival that would soon come around the corner. Apparently, everybody would gather at Phinae's tree at dusk for a big celebration. Asking around, he found out that there would be snacks provided with a donation box for people who wanted to give money to the town. He thought helping out with food and stuff could a great way to meet new people and earn some good reputation. And with the fact that food is probably the best way to anyone's heart, he was sure people would quickly start to like him.

As the evening started, he finally almost finished setting up a small display of what else but TRUFFLES! White chocolate, dark chocolate, cocoa covered, walnut covered, caramel, even mint (actually a nice chunk of them were alcohol infused truffles variants for the grown ups huehuehue...). He had really went all out for this. All of the small bite sized spheres were neatly aligned with sticks protuding upwards. It's a scientific fact that food on a stick is instantly more delicious after all... Funnily enough, that statement was sorta true for Phil, as he could actually smell the stick's fragrance while eating.

As people started to show up, he decided that he should probably quickly go and grab a fortune. It had been a while since he had doen these kinds of things so it was actually quite exciting. Putting it in his breast pocket, he went back to the table where he was setting up. Taking out a small paper sheet, he folded it so it could be propped and wrote:

Here are some truffles for you all! Be careful though, some of them are well...
for "grown-ups" ;). Don't let yourself get too greedy now...

Philemon Moore, head chef and owner of Tête-à-tête. Opening soon.


Now that's a great way to advertise! Placing the displays with glass domes in front in a nice symetrical pattern, he made some last minute arrangements (ok yeah he's actually hoping that people will show up so he can talk to them and present himself. Hey look, what do you want, he wants to meet as many people as he can)

Speaking of which, it seemed somebody was already coming closer...
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Will felt pretty upbeat from the warm welcome and friendly introduction from young Dylan Goodwin. The town was still fairly unfamiliar to him, and being the holiday season Will found himself feeling a bit lost and homesick without his family by his side. It felt good to have some company!

"Wow, really? That sounds great! You know, my family-- uh, my brother and sister I mean-- they run the inn here in town. They like to buy fresh produce and stuff from the local farms, so maybe they'll be stopping by yours sometime?"

Pleasantly surprised by this statement, Will smiled and gave him a polite nod. "I think I've passed by the Inn before when running errands in town! I've been meaning to stop in and introduce myself. I'd be more than happy to supply them with whatever I can!" He could see it now-- his own produce and grains being made into delicious food by one of the chefs, and being brought up to guests via room service... it sounded both comfortable and luxurious!"One day I'll stop over with some of my apples and some jams I made to sample-- my treat!"

"You have any animals on your farm?"

Taken back a bit by the question, Will was suddenly unsure of how to respond. Of course, there were plenty of Livestock back at his parents' farm, but he didn't really have the heart to work with them again... not like they did back home, at least. He'd certainly thought about getting a horse down the road, and of course he missed having a dog or a cat around, but he didn't want any more than that. If he did decide, and his brother found out...? He just didn't want to have to deal with him. Ever.

"U-Uh... Not at the moment... Crops are more my specialty, y'know? Though, I wouldn't mind a horse or two someday." Will let out an awkward, slightly uncomfortable laugh, but managed to quickly brush off the feeling as his attention was dawn back to his fortune. He carefully opened it up and--

... Aw. A Bad Fortune.

"Did you get a good one this year? You know you can always tie it to the tree if you don't like what it says."

"Looks like the opposite," Will chuckled, showing Dylan his not-so-fortunate fortune. "I better go do that before I forget." William held out his hand once more to offer a farewell handshake. "It was wonderful meeting you, Dylan Goodwin! I'm sure I'll see 'ya around the Landin'."

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As much as she detested venturing out for the Winter festivals, this year Jane felt a bit more obligated than usual to attend the Festival of Lights. After all, the way Brielle had spoken about her role for this year's event was… unnerving to say the least. Most of the reason for Jane's writing the woman was a mild concern she had as of late thanks to both a few whispered rumors and the strikingly different behavior she'd been exhibiting on the rare occasions Jane saw her. Maybe if she came tonight she could get a better idea of what was going on.

She went about the usual rounds of the stands set up around the mythical tree, juggling a candle and a fortune in her shivering hands. She coped out the crowd and caught sight of the woman in question standing with the rest of her family as the proper welcoming committee. But upon closer inspection, just as Jane quirked her lips to smile at Brielle, she spoke something out of the corner of her mouth and flashed an icy glare towards Dylan. Taken aback, maybe now wasn't the best time for a greeting. She'd circle back later.

Crunching through the snow in her boots, Jane sidled past the refreshment table and reached over for a cup of hot cocoa when she noticed a familiar face setting up a little tray of chocolates. It was none other than the enigmatic chef she'd met about a week ago, and he seemed rather proud as he looked down at the confections. The brunette chuckled – no doubt he made them himself. Maybe she would take a few prior to confronting her old friend for a confidence/sugar boost.

Turning toward the tree now, Jane caught sight of an elegantly dressed, exotic woman examining her fortune slip under the lights of the huge tree. Thinking she recognized the woman from other events in town, Jane took it upon herself to start up a little friendly conversation. It's what came with these quieter, more quaint festivals, wasn't it?

"Anything good this year?" she spoke with a small smile as she took the place beside Ekanta, her green eyes shifting between the piece of paper in the woman's hands and her exquisitely accented face. Jane had to find out where this woman got her eyeliner. Jane uncurled her fist and fiddled with her own slip of a fortune, debating on whether she wanted to know or not what luck had in store for her in the coming year. "Hopefully mine won't turn out for the worse. Don't need anymore catastrophic weather forecasts."


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Ekanta's eyes gently ran over the fortune, her blood turning cold at the bolded words written on her paper.
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Murder is a spectator sport.


It felt like something slimy had just crawled across her skin as her fingers retracted one by one until she was only holding the piece of paper between two fingers. This one hit a little too close to home, this one was meant for her given the year she had been passively an observer of with her family. This next year was going to be her year, she needed to tie this fortune to the tree and wipe this blood off her hand. She was going to no longer be the spectator to such things and be an active member in her own life.

Perhaps she was grimacing a bit much as she seemed to attract the attention of someone. Turning her head to the voice as she quickly folded the piece of paper in half, she looked at the other woman. There was no sense of familiarity with this person, but that only meant there was no reason for her to be overly polite or particular nasty in this situation. For her in this town it felt like relations in this town for her went best when there was no prior knowledge of one another.
"There will be once I get this hanging on the tree," one corner of her painted red lips twitched into a small smirk as she reached up for a branch and began to tie her fortune. This was her fresh start, she was washing the blood off her hands and it would be a more hopeful fortune for her this coming year.
"What about your fortune?" She asked as she side glanced Jane, "You never know what your weather is going to be like if you don't look out the window. You might as well know what's out there, because a blizzard is still going to block you in wither you looked out or not." She pointed out, finally dusting her fingers off before using both hands to hold the candle. With her mind feeling clear of that horrid message she turned her full attention to the other woman and casually admiring the woman's taste in fashion. Casual, yet a taste of that 'bad girl' with that hair style. She liked it, but was now wishing she had taken more time with her hair. Between closing up shop this evening, dressing and touching up her makeup, she hadn't had time to do much more than pinning a tekka down her part which now hung boldly between her brows and then loosely pinning her hair back in a thick, wavy river down her back, past her butt.

"I don't think we've met before," figuring it was only polite she extended her hand, the soft jangle of her glass bangles filling the air around them as she offered up the handshake. "I'm Ekanta, I run a small department store down on Anvil street." As usual she refused to use her last name, it being her ball and chain she drug around that the locals could hear a mile a way if she even dared drop she was a Corwind. She didn't think this woman was a born and raised local, but she wasn't going to take that risk, not tonight.






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