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[personal profile] tothelight
Who: Booklovers, residents and happenstance travellers
Where: Corehaven, Cepheus
When: Year 194, early fall
What: The Annual People's Faire of Lore and Learning, a.k.a. Nomus, a.k.a. That Week Where Books Are All Over The Place a.k.a. bibliowl mating season


[ if you happen to be visiting or passing through any Cephean town worth its salt this time of year, you're bound to find the main streets by the seeming flood and bustle of people and books, books, books everywhere. Tables and crates and stalls of every imaginable piece of literature that pen could set to paper, regardless of genre, length, age or origin; many rarely seeing the light of day for the rest of the year, or indeed at all. Bartering is as acceptable as payment in coin, with many a pair of well-loved tomes exchanging hands; and some owners are marked with a generous streak at this time of year, offering at times impressive spreads of the written word for no greater price than a promise of care and appreciation.

In the bigger cities the fairs extend for several blocks in all directions, in various parts of the city, open from dawn to dusk; and in the grandest of them, such as that of Corehaven, gaslight keeps some tables laid out, and opens others, throughout the night.

Flocks of bibliowls roost thickly in the eaves of buildings at this time of year, hooting cheerfully in the evenings. ]
[identity profile] roadtothesky.insanejournal.com
Who: A small Pavo
Where: The Delphinian shoreline, close to one of the smaller villages outside the capitol
When: Year 192, spring
What: The wind, the stars, the waves

[The moons are almost full tonight, rising together and casting purple shadows across the sands. The stars are bright and clear, the wind gentle enough that the waves of the incoming tide are small and barely capped with white.

The last of the fishing boats has been drawn in, the night is almost quiet . . . and small footsteps make their way down to the beach.]
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[personal profile] tothelight
Who: Chrysos, Tide
Where: SOMEWHERE OUT AT SEA, south of Cephean shores
When: Year 201 193, winter
What: 8(((

[ there were many things Chrysos Kenni had never, in fact, needed nor wanted to ever add to his list of life experiences, such as it went. Many things not unreasonable to exclude. He was sure Red would even agree on some of them.

Such as this one in particular, which involved aching arms clinging on to a ragged chunk of boat lumber in the midst of turbulent waters, dark clouds overhead, with nothing but more cold, cold salt water in sight all around, and the increasingly sinking feeling in his chest that there might be no getting out of this one. ]
[identity profile] sabra-la-au.insanejournal.com
Who: IT IS A MYSTERY
Where: Somewhere in the port of Delphinus
When: Year 194, late summer, midnight
What:

[A young woman sits out on a long, lonely dock, her long hair billowing about her as she runs an idle hand through it. The tide is low, so her bare feet just barely skim the surface of the water, sending ripples outward. Her eyes are fixed on the scenery before her--the ocean still and inky black, the lights of the port city reflected across it. A lighthouse beacon shines in the distance.

The stars glimmer overhead, just as vivid.]
[identity profile] byte-me.insanejournal.com
Who: Lotus, Tide
Where: SOMEWHERE OUT AT SEA
When: Year 190, Autumn
What: Shipwreck D8

Stupid excuse for a ship! [she kicks at the torn-up rowboat she used to flee her sinking ship with.]

[Now she's stuck on a relatively small island in the middle of no where.]
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