July Mini Event - Seaside Sway

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It’s the end of July. Summer is peaking, hitting its stride. In the forest, frogs sing and fireflies dance through the night, and dragonflies go about their business in the sun. In town, farmers roll up their sleeves and young ladies swap out their many layers for breezy floral gowns. And on the beach, swimmers take to the sea for water at its warmest and young crabs climb up from the sun-drenched sand. Kora’s glory at its finest!

For about a week now, a flier has been up on the community bulletin board. :

Midsummer Beach Festival!

Join us on July 21st and 22nd for our annual beach bash!

Organized by the Temple of Sacred Roots in tandem with Town Hall, all townsfolk are invited to join in for seaside festivities in honor of the height of summer. Activities will include:

• Live music (Sign-ups for performers will be available at Empty Pockets Music Bar)
• Locally made strawberry wine from last summer’s strawberries
• Beach pit barbecues for lunch on both days
• A hot food banquet for dinner on the 21st
• A fish fry breakfast on the 22nd
• Paper lantern float
• Beach games
• Tents and bed rolls for beach camping

We look forward to seeing you there!

And, as promised, the festival opens up on the afternoon of July 21st, where the smell of barbecue rises up from Tawny Beach. Tables sit on wooden plinths to avoid sinking in the sand, bearing fresh summer fruit and drinks. Pork, fish, and lamb roast in a sand pit. Enchanted barrels covered in magic frost keep frozen treats like orange juice shaved ice and strawberry sorbet cold. A station for assembling little wood-and-paper floating lanterns can be seen off in the distance and Cormac and the Banshees are setting up for their opening set. Tents and bed rolls have been set up toward the Marina. Literally everything is decorated with thin golden coins on strands of twine, sea shells, and sea glass. In the center of it all, stones have been laid into the shape of a massive compass rose, whose center houses the makings of a bonfire.

Those who were here last year will recognize that this festival is much larger than last year’s, and was not preceded with desperate pleas from Town Hall for help providing food and decor. It speaks plainly to the health of the town now. Even with all that has been going on, the growing population and renewed sense of community and purpose have improved matters around the island considerably.

Near the tent area, a family of crabs (one red, one blue, and three purple) can be observed. The small purple ones are poking each other with sticks. The Limoncello has made port, and Royal and his crew are splitting helper duty with the staff of Town Hall, and are dancing and partying the rest of the time. All is as it should be. For once, there is no dangerous surprise lurking in the shadows.

So, what’s on your agenda? During the day, volleyball, swimming, and a game that involves throwing small fabric sacks of dry lentils into wooden hoops in the sand can be enjoyed, alongside a plethora of frozen treats. At night, food and wine and lemonade are served at the banquet tables and lively music plays on the temporary wooden stage for dancing by firelight. There is also the lantern float, which encourages participants to send a glowing lantern out on the water in honor of the lost and the distant, ending the first night in a moment of peaceful sobriety. You may also notice a charming stranger milling around, cozying up to Royal, and drinking after nightfall--- a woman with dark olive skin, raven hair that soaks up the firelight, and rum brown eyes who wears a billowing blue dress and (whenever she hasn’t placed it onto someone else’s head for fun) a wide-brimmed black hat.

Then, at night, camp on the beach under the stars or head home by additional lantern light. The festivities will continue until the following afternoon! Feel free to share your beach fit in the fashion show thread below, as well. Enjoy!

Comments

[dubiousfoodie]

At a closer look, Link is built. He's all lean, functional muscle the way swimmers are, and though he's got a full swimsuit (which essentially amounts to shorts and a tank top), scars visibly criss-cross his body. Not all of them look purposeful, but many of them do. For his part, Link doesn't seem to be giving Rambo's scars a second glance; he grew up in the knighthood after all.

"It's magic," he answers, slowing enough to hold a conversation. He holds up his green arm. "I can build stuff."

And, of course, the world's worst surfboard is what he chooses to use it for. Also at a closer glance, the substance holding the skinny trunks together appears to be some sort of minty-green luminescent goo. It looks a little bit like peanut butter.

"Wanna try?"

[theydrewfirstblood]

The scars on this kid, when John gets close enough to see them, bother John. A lot--not for what they look like, but because he's a fucking kid. He can't be much older than John was when he got drafted, and he's already marked up like a fucking veteran of a few wars.

It's troubling in a way he doesn't like. Troubling like the shadows in Edgar's eyes, troubling like Kitty's copper scar--troubling like Radar's fear of the stuff he can hear.

The kid mentions magic, though...and it doesn't change how John feels, but at least he better knows how to approach dealing with it.

He's peering at the strange green goop when the kid offers him a shot at his..."surfboard"...which makes John laugh.

"Sorry, laughing at me, not you." he apologizes. "Uh--nah, I'll pass. Grew up in the desert, I'm lucky I got my ass to the Y for swimming lessons. I've never laid a finger on a surfboard before."

[dubiousfoodie]

A desert guy, huh? He wonders how much similarity his culture back home might have with the Gerudo he knows. Which is likely not much at all.

Link's head tilts, birdlike and curious. "What's a Y?"

[theydrewfirstblood]

John blinks, and can't help but smile at the perfectly innocent question. The kid is so utterly guileless that it warms his heart, knowing that kids like this are still out there in the world.

"It's a community center--uh, a place where people can play or exercise or learn useful things like swimming." he explains. "Least it is in my world. I come from a country called the United States, and a smaller territory within it called a state, which is named Arizona. Where're you from?"

[dubiousfoodie]

Oh, an exercise center! Huh--speaking of, he doesn't remember seeing any in the last few years. Hyrule could use a place like that as they're rebuilding, he thinks.

"I'm from Hyrule. So is Captain Zelda!" He points over the water to where the Mipha's Grace is moored, ears flicking because he's always delighted to talk about his wife in literally any capacity. "It's a kingdom. There's a region called Necluda. It has a village called Hateno. It's by the sea. That's where I'm from."