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Post by Jennycallie on May 16, 2018 15:35:33 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to the Flower Festival's Open Thread!This thread is open to the War-Forged character, or character currently in Onea who is in good standing with the herd. Please keep the following in mind!- Posts can be any length, you will earn normal AP for your writing- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- There's a lot of chaos going around- don't leave anyone behind! Try to interact with other characters.- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: The Flower Festival takes place every spring on Onea, after the first buds have blossomed and the snows have melted. The festival is the largest holiday collectively celebrated by this independent, often fragmented herd, with equines traveling from far and wide to the base of Skeldr, where the War Lord and Skeldr Town host an enormous, 10 day festival. Winter marriages are officially sanctioned by the War Lord and the Stone Circle, criminal pardons may be dolled out, and monitored duels are permitted, so that winter grievances may be addressed and put in the past. Farmers and merchants unveil the first of their spring crops and wares, musicians and bards perform from sun-up until long after the stars have risen, and young mares and stallions look eagerly for potential flings and mates as equines from all over Onea congregate in one place. Impromptu races, sparring matches, and other displays of strength and prowess are very common. It is a time of laughter, dancing, and glorying in the beauty of Kaia’s spring. Location: Skeldr Town Time of Day: Late morning Current Weather: Sunny and cool- flowers are blooming, birds are singing, and the alcohol is already flowing.
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Post by misttheelf on May 25, 2018 13:43:08 GMT -6
Starla hummed as she set out some of her jewelry. Her main display was certainly of the styles that her herd favored, elegant and simple, however, some pieces were undoubtedly more extravagant. But all of them had something in common - Flowers. For the display, she had set up a table in front of her shop, where her familiar, a pup named Enki, lay beneath it. Today was after all the Flower Festival. What sort of jeweler would she be if she didn't take advantage of the holiday to sell some of her wares? Kaia only knew how little she normally sold in her shop. She relied heavily on the traveling merchants to take her wares to other herds. Starla looked around at the other horses milling about Skeldr. There certainly were far more today than there normally were, and that, in her opinion, was a good thing.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on May 25, 2018 19:52:49 GMT -6
 It was hard for the silvery dappled mare not to smile as she entered the Skeldr Town market. Flowery garlands were strung up everywhere, foals ran around and played, some even handing out flowers to the older horses. Delta had chosen to wear some of her armor today, as she did need to get used to the weight. The jagged, scaled shoulder plates were intimidating, and the small brass Valkyrie shield that adorned her right lower shoulder was difficult to miss.
The metal didn't bother Jeremy in the slightest though. The small Pallid Bat with his floppy lilac purple scarf saw the pauldrons as the perfect place to hang around. In fact he quite liked all the sun and flowers. That is until a single stray petal landed on his head. It had caught the little bat off guard and he scrabbled backwards, his tiny claws scratching on the metal. Delta tried to contain a laugh as the small fuzz sneezed and shook the petal off his head, giving it a rather offended look as it floated away on a light breeze.
Looking around, Delta recognized many faces. The mare had an eidetic memory, so putting a name to those faces wasn't hard. She made it a habit to know who her Herd members were. It didn't seem polite to refer to others as 'hey you' when you were supposed to be part of their protection. A sparkle caught her eye at one of the stands that was set up along the street. She decided to browse around and see what was being sold today. She made her way through the crowds, her cleated iron shoes hitting the cobblestone with a deep metallic click.
The Valkyrie smiled at the black mare who tended the stall. She examined the gemwork with a Talorian eye for sparkly fashion, “Starla these are lovely!” the dappled mare praised, “I'm just disappointed I didn't bring any Shards with me today. Remind me to buy some bracelets from you later on. Keep up the fabulous work, muffin!” she said, giving the younger mare a bright smile and bowing her head, “Enjoy the Festival, darling.”
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( Delta's Armor. She's only wearing the Shoulder plates, Shoes and the Valkyrie badge..... and Jeremy. ) |
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Post by mariahwhy on May 26, 2018 21:55:19 GMT -6
Tobias | RaiderToby had no business sulking through the Flower Festival as he was now. In truth, he had a lot to thank the festival for. The first spring he spent in Onea he had been dragged to his first Flower Festival and pardoned for the crimes they had pegged him with. He enjoyed the duels and other competitions. The excessive drinking, with no other reason than " why the hell not? It's a party!" was appealing. But the whole festival just seemed ridiculous. Putting so much stock into the changing of the seasons. The silly flowers everywhere. All the horses running about making fools of themselves with potential flings or lovers that they wanted to make official: it was disgusting. A waste of time. But he'd drink, and he'd fight, and he'd pretend like he didn't find the mass gathering of the herd as ill-planned and chaotic because that's what a good Onean would do. That wouldn't stop his constant eye rolls as he stalked up the streets, eyes glazing over the wares for sale. That small Vagabond part of him that lingered in the back of his mind couldn't help but admire what these things might be worth as stolen goods. The increasingly drunk part of him wanted to act on these thoughts, but thankfully he retained just enough sense to refrain. The beer mug floating just under his chin was lifted again to his lips by the dark red teke that held it. The drunk part of him also wanted food, so without speaking he threw down a few shards on a passing stand and grabbed a pastry as he walked past. The purveyor began to shout after him, but realized that the shard amount was at least correct, and so just shot a disgruntled look at the spotted hippocampus. But Toby never looked back, and wouldn't have cared even if he had seen the glare. He carried his food and drink up the street to a roped off clearing where a crowd gathered around a dueling pair. He stood and ate, the hunger hitting him now not for food, but for bloodshed.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on May 31, 2018 22:41:52 GMT -6
Bix | Ranger  His partner hadn't been to the flower Festival before, hadn't even known that it existed. Being tasked with mail-delivery to Skelder Town, the Bix left most of his gear behind at the ranger station and now approached his homelands nearly empty handed. The scent on the wind made his skin begin to twitch as it brought back memories of his youth. A snort cleared both his nose and his mind. It was time to show this Talorian native how the Forged horses spent their celebrations. They passed a few vending tents on their way to town, greeting those who had set up shop on one of the busiest days of the year. It had always been a great opportunity to sell or trade the tapestries and textiles his family crafted. If they were here, he hardly expected a hero's welcome. The two Rangers were given flowers by a young filly as they neared the center of the town. Music could be heard from multiple directions. The air smelled of flowers and alcohol. A brawl was beginning, and though they weren't about to participate, the plains zebra knew he could've held his own in the circle. His partner seemed about as naive and curious as a young colt would have been, but knew better than to try to pour his questions on Bix. Instead, the younger ranger stared, eyes wide, at nearly everything around him. The zebra sighed as they walked together. His partner had a lot to learn if he ever planned on being able to "blend" into the cultures he was stepping into. The Forged were not easily accepting of out-siders. So, Bix picked up their pace. Forcing his counterpart to move faster and focus less on his surroundings. They were not tourists and had a job to do here. Post: 1 | WC: 306 |
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Post by Jennycallie on Jun 1, 2018 0:47:44 GMT -6
Hira
and kids
Julie and Mary can step up and fight me if they want their characters back
A flower crown perched lopsided in her hair, Hira ambled through Skeldr town, her pale green gaze taking in the milling, cheerful crowd. Well, mostly cheerful- early though the day was, close quarters and alcohol had already frayed a few temper. The pony’s gaze rested briefly on a baleful Raider, lurking on the outskirts of a gathering without being a part of it. He looks like trouble waiting to happen, Hira thought, hesitating. In years past it would have been nothing more than a passing thought, a note to perhaps keep an eye on the spotted hippocamp- but now…
High-pitched laugher floated back to Hira, and the mare turned her head slightly, catching the giggling, cavorting forms of her children in her peripheral vision. Both were bedecked in varying degrees of wilted flowers, and utterly oblivious to the adults around them as they leaped and laughed. Hira cast one last look at the Raider before turning, guiding Anika and Grigori away. She wasn’t truly worried (Alistair and Lark were certainly lurking nearby, the mother hens) but… Hira blew out a soft breath. Her children made her more cautious. Sometimes it bothered Hira, how much motherhood had changed her. It was something she had never wanted, a concession she had vowed she’d never make. Not her, not the War Lord.
A tug on her tail interrupted her thoughts, and Hira turned in time to catch Grigori clumsily looping a strand of flowers through her tail before squealing and taking off after his sister, tiny hooves flying.
Yes, sometimes the changes in her life bothered Hira… but she did not regret them. How could she?
The twins suddenly converged on another equine, and Hira lifted her head sharply, flower crown falling even more askew on her head. Her half-voiced protest died on her lips as she recognized the mare- Delta, one of her Valkyries. Hira relaxed, raising her brows in amusement as the foals draped a fragile flower ring around one of Delta’s legs.
“They’ve been doing it all day,” she said to the Valkyrie, her eyes casting over the jewlery spread before them. The wares were beautiful, and Hira picked one up with a touch of her teke.
“How are sales?” she asked the mare behind the counter. It wasn’t merely idle chatter; the ebb and flow of coin in the markets was always a source of interest.
War was expensive, after all.
Hira’s smile faltered, for a moment, before she shoved the thought away and set the jewelry back down. No, she would have fun today. Irileth had threatened her with some sort of contest, and damned if Hira was going to back down because she was too busy fretting over politics. Hira’s roaming gaze caught on another equine, and snagged there. Short, stocky and starkly striped, the black and white equine was unfamiliar to her. Many were, of course, she couldn’t know all of Skeldr, but she would have remembered meeting this one. Hira’s eyes followed him curiously, though one ear remained cocked on her children.
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feel free to interact with Hira!
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jun 1, 2018 6:09:27 GMT -6
= A V O C A D O =
"And no one escapes this place. So you’re gonna die anyway.."
WC: 264| Post #1Ava had never been one for the Flower Festival. People spoke to her, something she was absolutely not good at doing. The pony wasn't vocal enough for everyone’s booming voices.
She came in at a deft clip, nocked ears flicking as she moved. She just wanted to see if her brother was here. Her tail snaked out from under her mountain lion skin, the declawed paws of the animal smacking against her legs as she walked. Her head lifted, trying to see over the crowds and giving a booming snort when she couldn't.
She shoved her way through, purposefully avoiding where she would have gone only weeks prior. Her breakup was harsh, and only served to put a tear in her heart and make her retreat further into a facade. Ava stopped then, her proud crown of peridot shining in the sun, before she sighed, rubbing her face.
It was okay. She could find someone else. With a deft clack of her hooves against the ground, the mare traveled off into the crowds, intent on finding someone to talk to.
Her scarred legs pushed her rather slowly through the crowds, as she lifted herself up briefly to try and see. Then, her eyes caught on something else. Ale. It was freely flowing. She snagged a glass, then began to walk through the crowds. The bitter warmth of the drink soothed her slightly, as she pulled it into her mouth.
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Post by misttheelf on Jun 1, 2018 8:03:55 GMT -6
"Please do stop by later." Starla chuckled at Delta, "You enjoy it too now." She smiled in return, bowing her head slightly to Hira as she approached her stand. Enki let out a low woof at the foals frolicking, getting up to run around with them. "Sales have been... Alright, I suppose." Starla hummed at the Warlord's inquiry, "I'm just glad I had some pieces ready for today." Starla chuckled. She had run out of gems just a few weeks prior and had to take an unexpected trip up the mountainside to gather some. Her blessing, combined with her knowledge, made it rather easy to do so, as long as she didn't go up to high... Mt.Skeldr was a dangerous place, after all. To be greedy was practically a death sentence.
But now was not a time to think on her struggles, her gaze finding it's way to where Enki now ran around, causing Starla to chuckle.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jun 1, 2018 8:35:13 GMT -6
Bix | Ranger Keeping an eye out for possible family members (and doing his best to avoid them),
Bix noticed the War Lord herself eyeing him with an ear to some frolicking youngsters.
They must be her children.
Having never seen the War Lord in person, Bix did his best to hold her gaze with a small smile.
He stopped for just a moment to stomp a front hoof, making a rather loud greeting due to
the iron shoes he wore.
His companion came to an uncomfortable halt as he realized what had happened.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bix watched his companion dip his head and avoid eye contact,
a common Talorian greeting to one of higher rank. She intimidated the new recruit with just
her presence alone.
The War Lord wasn't much older than he, the zebra knew, but the tale of her ascension to the
War Lord's place of duty was quite the story. Bix doubted the telling he heard was completely
true until just now, when he had a chance to glance at the scares she bore.
The Forged leader was a force to be reckoned with.
On second thought, he wondered if she would recognize him. Well, not him specifically,
but perhaps his clan.
The small band of zebra herders and farmers usually kept to themselves in the Farmlands
near the foothills. They gave back to the herd through textiles and tapestries, but mostly
only through trading. He wondered if Hira had ever come into direct contact with them before.
If she was looking to speak now, he could spare some time to chat with her.
It wasn't everyday a Ranger spoke to the leader of one of Hireath's herds.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Jun 3, 2018 22:51:58 GMT -6
She didn't have time to react before two energetic foals rushed her hooves. She startled a bit, but then beamed as she recognized the earth-toned rainbow hued scales of Grigori and the soft-toned gold fur of Anika. Both foals were covered in flowers. She gently lifted a hoof as the twins placed a ring of flowers around it like a bracelet, “This is lovely, sweethearts,” she told them with a smile, “Thank you.”
She watched as Jeremy climbed down her scaled armor, squeaking excitedly. He did a half-leap-half-fly and clambered onto the Kirin colt's shoulders, up his fuzzy mane and settled on top of his head like some sort of squeaking hat. The colt didn't seem to mind.
“They've been doing it all day.”
The silvery dappled mare snapped her head in the direction of the voice she knew all to well. The mare amended her lax posture to one more respectful. She gave the older unicorn mare a gentile smile, striking a hoof to the ground and bowing her head deeply. It was a greeting she had created. One that showed respect in both Onean and Talorian cultures, “War Lord.” she greeted.
Raising her head, she cast a glance back to the foals who had skittered off to play with some loose flower petals, “Kind foals earn the love of others faster than ones who misbehave. I'd say they are getting quite the head start on gaining the political favor of your subjects, my War Lord.” the mare said with a polite amount of humor in her voice. 259 words || post 2 |
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