Post by Joscelin on Nov 10, 2009 20:39:14 GMT -5
Dysprosium proper within Elysium trembles underfoot with the thump of drums throughout the serpentine streets. Troupes linger upon their marked and reserved places within the forum and castle proper. Gloved hands stroke down strings and roar like some unearthly beast that leaves children scattering and breaking with laughter whilst chasing after hounds. All the while men and women - both of the elderly and youth - partake of the celebration spreading throughout Dysprosium.
They waltz from one stand to the other to take part of the offered games or bite down upon the offered treats of lemon cakes or Turron de Alicante. They savor this with small wooden cups nigh filled to the brim with mulled, spiced wine. They smile and they laugh; they dance amongst one another and savor the day's warmth and activities. Yet, despite the pounding of the drums beyond the walls of the Prince's Castle, there's nothing that can match the fervor of the festivities within.
With casks flowing for any and all to drink from, men and women fill the main hall of the ancient temple that had been taken over by Joscelin William Teimlia. It's here where long tables are set outward parallel to one another within the stead of the cots that had been laid out only the day before. Now foods of all sorts will be set out for those to sample and feast upon - roasts, plump turkeys and treats of all kinds. All the while the hall had been dressed for the celebration of life; twining wreaths that cling to the aged and crumbling pillars, and statuary of the late Emperor Tiberius have been drawn out to set upon the dias beside the main table where Joscelin will be found with his closely regarded companions.
Alongside the worshipped pieces of statuary, and the lovely flowers sprouting from large pots set out within intervals, there are old pieces of tapestries that have been set out amongst the hall of blues and silver. Each piece depicting an old tale from Tiberius' age; these are likewise the colors worn by many of the men and women upon this day with their swirling skirts and men with their form-fitting clothing. All wearing their finest pieces this day.
They waltz from one stand to the other to take part of the offered games or bite down upon the offered treats of lemon cakes or Turron de Alicante. They savor this with small wooden cups nigh filled to the brim with mulled, spiced wine. They smile and they laugh; they dance amongst one another and savor the day's warmth and activities. Yet, despite the pounding of the drums beyond the walls of the Prince's Castle, there's nothing that can match the fervor of the festivities within.
With casks flowing for any and all to drink from, men and women fill the main hall of the ancient temple that had been taken over by Joscelin William Teimlia. It's here where long tables are set outward parallel to one another within the stead of the cots that had been laid out only the day before. Now foods of all sorts will be set out for those to sample and feast upon - roasts, plump turkeys and treats of all kinds. All the while the hall had been dressed for the celebration of life; twining wreaths that cling to the aged and crumbling pillars, and statuary of the late Emperor Tiberius have been drawn out to set upon the dias beside the main table where Joscelin will be found with his closely regarded companions.
Alongside the worshipped pieces of statuary, and the lovely flowers sprouting from large pots set out within intervals, there are old pieces of tapestries that have been set out amongst the hall of blues and silver. Each piece depicting an old tale from Tiberius' age; these are likewise the colors worn by many of the men and women upon this day with their swirling skirts and men with their form-fitting clothing. All wearing their finest pieces this day.
