After festival [ Vakko || Liluth ]
Feb 21, 2015 14:58:30 GMT
Post by Skylinne on Feb 21, 2015 14:58:30 GMT
[ This roleplay is happening fast-forwarded to the end of the festival, just to clear any doubts o/ ]
Even after the fireworks that turned night into day were long gone, Vakko was surprised by the amount of people, and all the more children, that still roamed the decorated streets of the city. His view was a privileged one, as he had climbed a two-store house and was now sitting on its roof's edge, legs dangling in the air as he watched the passers-by walking their way home and about. It had been one hell of a show, he had to admit, and he had been one of the many that happily applauded and cheered once it was finished. It had been a good idea to come over for the festival, after all. The half elf found out he quite enjoyed traveling by ship, so it hadn't needed much self-convincing for him to drag himself over here. Song-Lu was an interesting city, and coming back to it after his first... empty-pocketed visit, with a different view and no haste to return to Linhythe, was great.
As he looked at the people below through the hovering hot balloons and flags and heard their laughs and talk, it was easy to forget what he had purposefully set aside to come here. He shook his head. No, that was definitely not the time to bring unpleasant thoughts to the surface, not on such a beautiful night. His eyes took note of the increased amount of guards set in the strategic exits of several streets, watching anyone who might have eerie intentions against the public, and the man was betting over half of them nearly hoped something would happen, if only for them to have something to tell their comrades in the change of shifts. If it was up to him, thou, it'd be a peaceful evening. He had had enough trouble with the authorities on his first visit, and did not look forward to repeating the ordeal.
There are others, however, that always seem set on mischief. He looked to the left and smirked, as on a corner of the main street were a couple of rag-clothed kids, tormenting a merchant who tried in vain to stash his goods away for the night as the two rascals played volleyball with one of his expensive looking, most likely fake vases.
Even after the fireworks that turned night into day were long gone, Vakko was surprised by the amount of people, and all the more children, that still roamed the decorated streets of the city. His view was a privileged one, as he had climbed a two-store house and was now sitting on its roof's edge, legs dangling in the air as he watched the passers-by walking their way home and about. It had been one hell of a show, he had to admit, and he had been one of the many that happily applauded and cheered once it was finished. It had been a good idea to come over for the festival, after all. The half elf found out he quite enjoyed traveling by ship, so it hadn't needed much self-convincing for him to drag himself over here. Song-Lu was an interesting city, and coming back to it after his first... empty-pocketed visit, with a different view and no haste to return to Linhythe, was great.
As he looked at the people below through the hovering hot balloons and flags and heard their laughs and talk, it was easy to forget what he had purposefully set aside to come here. He shook his head. No, that was definitely not the time to bring unpleasant thoughts to the surface, not on such a beautiful night. His eyes took note of the increased amount of guards set in the strategic exits of several streets, watching anyone who might have eerie intentions against the public, and the man was betting over half of them nearly hoped something would happen, if only for them to have something to tell their comrades in the change of shifts. If it was up to him, thou, it'd be a peaceful evening. He had had enough trouble with the authorities on his first visit, and did not look forward to repeating the ordeal.
There are others, however, that always seem set on mischief. He looked to the left and smirked, as on a corner of the main street were a couple of rag-clothed kids, tormenting a merchant who tried in vain to stash his goods away for the night as the two rascals played volleyball with one of his expensive looking, most likely fake vases.
