[EVENT] Moon and Mirrors (Welcome Mingle Log)

[khuimods]

Characters: ALL
Date: January 15
Location: At the Dreaming Bridge and all over Aifaran!
Situation: A large influx of Dreamfolk arrive in time for one of the Lunar Festivals, and they're all invited!
Warnings/Rating: N/A


A surprising amount of Dreamfolk have arrived within a short time frame - a peculiarity remarked upon by a number of Aifaran's residents. It is unusual in that it coincides with a lunar festival, one which only happens every fifty or so years.

Newcomers will find the streets packed with all sorts of people, stalls of fried and sugared foods, carnivalesque games and rides, and all other manner of things to do. Merchants are very keen to get their wares out there, and the stipend given may just burn a hole in your pocket when you see what's for sale.

Comments

[afoolsgold]

"You have had them before?" This strange detail seems to catch the Fool's fancy, and he steps lightly after the Medicine Seller to peruse the fruits on the buffet. It takes him by surprise, all this bounty on offer for all to take and enjoy. None of this would have been available to any but those seated at the high table in Buckkeep Castle.

He has always enjoyed the opportunity to thumb his nose at those most deserving of it, even when they aren't present to witness it. He plucks up a bit of fruit and takes a bite of it.

"I am called the Fool," he introduces himself with a bit of a whimsical bow and smile. "What shall I call you?"

[meds4sale]

"Not before, no."

He made a soft 'hmm', as his eyes wandered distractedly back to the ceiling. He had an unfortunate habit of always seeming to only be partially involved in the conversation at hand.

"My sense of smell... is rather good."

And his eyes narrowed a bit. What was it with people always wanting names? Though perhaps this man who called himself the Fool would understand.

Although if he was a fool, then perhaps not.

"I am only. A medicine seller."

[afoolsgold]

The Fool, by his own admission, has never been wise.

"A medicine seller," he repeats and smiles wider, evidently either unperturbed or unsurprised by his new acquaintance's peculiar behaviour.

"Perhaps you might be able to aid me," he ventures after a moment, turning the fruit about in his grasp and examining it rather than the strange man in front of him. When he looks up again, he hasn't lost his smile, but there's a strange, sad quality to it that wasn't there before. "I'm having," a slight pause, before he goes on, "difficulty sleeping, since my arrival."