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As the sun began to set, the center of the marketplace became a light show of flickering candles. Scented with the soft incense of lavender. Paper lanterns sat over stalls and besides the main pathways.
With the intent to free them later, bottles of fireflies watched over small stations of supplies. Knives, paints, gems, metals, leather and everything in between had been assembled into carefully situated work spaces. A promise of comfort and intimate companionship for everyone as they worked.
The illumination reflected in Aine's hazel hues, her own work nearing its end. She may not have joined the hunt, but the petite deer-fox had been raised by an artist. Creativity was a beautiful passion. As was friendship and community. Good values. Strong values. Now it was time for the festival to reflect these in full.
As she paced around the marketplace one last time, readjusting a few lanterns, the Fleshweaver took a breath. The supplies were ready. The blacksmiths' and jewel crafters' stalls were open. Everything was ready. She hoped she did well.
"Every- everything is ready, feel free to sit at any of the stations!"
[/td][/tr][/table]With the intent to free them later, bottles of fireflies watched over small stations of supplies. Knives, paints, gems, metals, leather and everything in between had been assembled into carefully situated work spaces. A promise of comfort and intimate companionship for everyone as they worked.
The illumination reflected in Aine's hazel hues, her own work nearing its end. She may not have joined the hunt, but the petite deer-fox had been raised by an artist. Creativity was a beautiful passion. As was friendship and community. Good values. Strong values. Now it was time for the festival to reflect these in full.
As she paced around the marketplace one last time, readjusting a few lanterns, the Fleshweaver took a breath. The supplies were ready. The blacksmiths' and jewel crafters' stalls were open. Everything was ready. She hoped she did well.
"Every- everything is ready, feel free to sit at any of the stations!"
© MADI
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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