who: open to anyone . where: ignes et galcies . when: december 1st, 1981 .
THE BONFIRE was a marvel.
it stood, proudly, in the center of the carnival, flaming big and bright. par always looked forward to the event every year, mostly because he got to see his friends, but also because he had a bit more time to figure out how the bonfire worked. he was studying it now, looking into the flames as they flickered around the ice and wondering, half out loud and half to himself, if the flames were charmed or the ice. truth be told, he really thought it had to be the ice. the flames seemed too hard to charm; too unruly. then again, he wouldn’t put it against the festival to do something quite so intricate. it was a thousand year old tradition for a reason.
quickly, though, he saw a flame dance, licking the ice and he bent down to watch it, eyes wide in a childish delight. realizing, quickly, that he’d stepped on someone’s shoe, he looked up and offered a grin, “my apologies, then.” standing up, he wiped his hands on his pants and crossed his arms over his chest. “i’ve been a bit preoccupied with the mechanics of it all. y’know, if someone could figure out how to do this in a practical application...” par was getting lost in his own world again, but realizing he was now not just talking to himself, he pulled himself out of it. “anyways, i’m sure you don’t want to hear me yapping on about all that. are you having a nice time?”