being in king’s landing did absolutely nothing for vareena’s nerves , she normally loved being a social little butterfly , but on her own terms in highgarden. here , with her daughter , all she could do was worry. and when elif was on an energy high , running from stall to stall , all the lady could do was groan. but when her seven year old dashed across the vendor stall in front of another , “ elif ! ” comes her quick scold , eyes on her daughter for a moment before the other. “ i’m so sorry , she’s apparently so excited for the festival , she’s forgotten her manners. ”
he was somewhere off, separating himself from the crowd of people. a glass filled with ale was enough for now to keep him from wreaking havoc so soon after his arrival to king’s landing. his fingers tapped against the glass, an absent minded stare into the crowd of people that came and went. the abrupt presence of another was just enough to make his eyes roll, though he curbed that reaction as he gently swayed his ale filled glass forward. ❝ have you grabbed yourself a drink, yet? what a way to start off a dreadful week. ❞
it’s been five decades since the whole of westeros descended upon king’s landing for a celebration of the peace treaty , and in true fashion the city has gone all out. almost as if they are celebrating more than a bunch of noblity coming to town... and it’s because they are.
every 50 years the known world is graced with the beautiful sight of the draconidis meteor shower. this historic shower was first seen weeks before the peace treaty was signed , the old tale claims it foretold a new era for westeros. the festival of draconidis is a grand affair , a celestial carnival with games , elaborate performers from around the world , contests + tournaments , and of course wine + ale galore. the city of king’s landing truly embraces the festival as many travel from all over the known world because king’s landing has always been the perfect place to view the meteor shower.
the festival lasts for five days , ending on the sixth with a large ball held outside during the meteor shower. there is nothing small about this celebration , each year better than the last.
alrighty so ! when we open on friday at 3 p.m. cst you are free to dive in and write any part of arriving in king’s landing ( you can write things for prior to the festival start if you like ) or any point of the festival in your threads. the festival will last ooc for two weeks , between july 22 ( 3 p.m. cst ) - aug 5 ( noon cst ). ic it lasts 5 days , the sixth being the ball.
the ball is not to be written yet , as that will be the pt. 2 to this little bit which will begin on aug 5 at noon cst.
a side note , unless otherwise stated you will always. be able to continue your threads from one event / time to the next. all festival threads can continue past aug 5 , but no new starters in regards to the festival can be posted.
everyone gets ONE free starter when we open , please utilize this to facilitate being inclusive + making people feel welcome. closed starters are always allowed , i just ask you try to either write one open or reply to a few ! ( or both for gold stars ) please tag all OPEN STARTERS with the following tags: rfms.event , rfms.start + rfms.event01. the last two tags are for opens only ! please do not use the open starter tag for closed starters.
if you have any questions please ask ! this description was left kinda vague so people can take this festival + truly give your own little spin on things. we want you to have fun + be creative , not limited by what we say is there + isn’t !
quite possibly the most important note of this post ! when we open tomorrow , you must post at least once per character ic within 48 hours or they will be reopened ! if you are unable to do so PLEASE message us so we do not reopen your characters !!! this is purely to reopen roles that people may have joined but are no longer interested , not to remove people who might just be busy !
the starks had never fared well in king’s landing. even throughout all of harry’s travels he’d purposely avoided the city, an inescapable veil of superstition coloring his thoughts. yet here he stood. despite his caution, the prince displayed a warm demeanor, smiling slightly, as he watched the festivities take place around him, a glass of wine, mostly untouched, in his hand. ❝ the festival is certainly as grand as all the records of it say. ❞ the bright lights, glamor, and noise was certainly a drastic change from the north. as was the weather. he looked over at his companion. ❝ have you been enjoying the festivities so far? ❞
