#rw.event001

[imanisim]

open starter for the event @rwstarters

where: anywhere! walking along. 

Imani wasn’t one for group activities, truthfully. She preffered her solitude, her select few friends, or perhaps even just her animals and her books, but after much coaxing from her mother, and the tempation of her comfort foods making an appearance, she was convinvced to attend the festival.  She was eating a sugar plum tart from Soliel, something she could usually only get during the holiday season, walking along, singing softly along to the orchestras rendition of I’ll Be Home For Christmas. It was rare she was ever this social. Maybe the holidays brought out the best in her.   She wasn’t one to share food, but after another bite she let out a soft, satisfied groan “You know, I’m much more of a summer girl generally, but I swear I wait all year for these tarts. You have to try it! Here,” she holds it out to the other “Just one bite.”

[s-arslan]

starter for: @rwstarters​

location: her booth at the winter festival

time: any

Sanem dipped her brush into the white paint for the last time to finish her masterpiece of a unicorn. It felt like she had painted a unicorn for the billionth time that day. And for the life of her, she couldn’t remember why she had agreed to sign up to do this.

It all became clear once the little girl lit up upon seeing the finished product. Sanem braced herself with a laugh as her customer threw her arms around her neck with a squealed thank you! and begging her guardian to admire the pretty unicorn. The stiff ache of her back went away with roaring approval. 

“If you’ll give me just a moment, I’d be happy to help you with a face-painting sesh. Unless you’d like a flyer?” she suggested. Her artwork hung behind her, along with some vases on a shelf. “All this stuff behind me’s for sale and I do tattoo work, too.”

[dahlia-hernandez]

❛ ACE + DHALIA.

— The Winter Festival.

Ravenswood was a small town. Perhaps as small as Gautier, Mississippi where Dhalia had grown up and spent the majority of her adult life. Much like Gautier, it was common to see familiar faces in Ravenswood. Especially at community events like the winter festival.

In line for hot chocolate, abandoned by her teenage son who preferred the company of his school friends, Dhalia saw one. She couldn't recall his name at first, but once she struck up conversation it dawned on her. "I know you." A smile that dimpled cheeks flush rosey followed. "Officer Harrowsmith." Or was it detective? River had gushed about the man's presentation tat his school for so long Dhalia had accidentally tuned out a few details. "I think you've sold my boy on a career."

@aceharrowsmith