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paradisalogs2014-05-31 07:32 pm
wishmadeinfire) wrote in paradisalogs2014-05-31 07:32 pm
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Fire-Flower Festival [ Open to All ]
Who: Ashura & The Castle Residents
What: A mini, last minute festival
When: Saturday Night
Where: Castle Gardens
Rating: PG/PG-13 (for possible language)
Two days might not have been long, but with Cheese's help the little festival had turned into something quite lovely in the Castle gardens. It made Ashura think of home, which for a moment made his heart ache, for even having spent so many years away from his people he still worried for them and their fate. It felt good to bring a touch of it to this place, to let people see some of it, if not all. Cheese had done a marvelous job helping him capture it, and he reminded himself he would need to thank the pony profoundly when all was said and done.
They had placed out food and drink a plenty for any who wished to attend. There was some common faire for the less adventurous, but there was also offering from Ashura's own kingdom. Meats and vegetables cooked with spices that turned the items bright, their aroma a lovely blend - such things as saffron and chile. There were freshly cut fruit offerings, and some that had been sugared and even some that had been spiced themselves, though hardly so much as the meat. Water came readily available and sweet breads for those in need of cool mouths. Several wines were offered as well, ranging from thick and sweet to dark and as spiced as the meats.
Sitting areas were adorned with plush pillows and bright silks wound through the area to provide covering and color, the lanterns taking on the glow of the cloth. A small area nearby had been made to look like a performance area, and indeed a lute-like instrument of white and gold with purple and green flowers stood upon a stand to the side, as if waiting to be played. A sign invited anyone who wished to show off a talent or provide their own entertainment.
The center piece were the fire-flowers, though. Bright red buds with centers that glowed a soothing, enchanting yellow. When a breeze fluttered through, the centers waved and looked like tiny candle flames inside each blossom. Hence their name, and legend said they had formed from the tears of the guardian phoenix of Ashura's people. Later they would sever greater purpose than mere decoration, but for now the blossoms provided a center of beauty for the party.
It was no May Day, but it would do.
What: A mini, last minute festival
When: Saturday Night
Where: Castle Gardens
Rating: PG/PG-13 (for possible language)
Two days might not have been long, but with Cheese's help the little festival had turned into something quite lovely in the Castle gardens. It made Ashura think of home, which for a moment made his heart ache, for even having spent so many years away from his people he still worried for them and their fate. It felt good to bring a touch of it to this place, to let people see some of it, if not all. Cheese had done a marvelous job helping him capture it, and he reminded himself he would need to thank the pony profoundly when all was said and done.
They had placed out food and drink a plenty for any who wished to attend. There was some common faire for the less adventurous, but there was also offering from Ashura's own kingdom. Meats and vegetables cooked with spices that turned the items bright, their aroma a lovely blend - such things as saffron and chile. There were freshly cut fruit offerings, and some that had been sugared and even some that had been spiced themselves, though hardly so much as the meat. Water came readily available and sweet breads for those in need of cool mouths. Several wines were offered as well, ranging from thick and sweet to dark and as spiced as the meats.
Sitting areas were adorned with plush pillows and bright silks wound through the area to provide covering and color, the lanterns taking on the glow of the cloth. A small area nearby had been made to look like a performance area, and indeed a lute-like instrument of white and gold with purple and green flowers stood upon a stand to the side, as if waiting to be played. A sign invited anyone who wished to show off a talent or provide their own entertainment.
The center piece were the fire-flowers, though. Bright red buds with centers that glowed a soothing, enchanting yellow. When a breeze fluttered through, the centers waved and looked like tiny candle flames inside each blossom. Hence their name, and legend said they had formed from the tears of the guardian phoenix of Ashura's people. Later they would sever greater purpose than mere decoration, but for now the blossoms provided a center of beauty for the party.
It was no May Day, but it would do.
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"I think it might. It would be good of us all to try and understand the worlds we all come from," he nodded. "It might come in handy some day."
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"I heard that everypony got sent to Equestria, once, while they were here. If we learn about each other's worlds, we can be ready for when Paradisa does stuff like that."
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"Indeed. It surely makes the Castle's options for world shifts endlessly possible," he nodded. "I can honestly say I think I would like to visit most people's worlds. Not the one's the Castle makes up - the real ones, the ones people come from and live in. I would love to show people mine. I think they would like it - minus the Castle of the Moon."
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That last comment, though, makes him perk up his ears, suddenly even more interested.
"The Castle of the Moon?"
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"Hmm, though it is not quite so fanciful as it sounds, I am afraid," he shook his head. "It is a bit of a dark tale for such a lovely night."
And Cheese seemed to sweet to burden with the reality of his world the decisions he had made. He did not hide it now, what point was there? But some he did not think should be burdened with that knowledge. If it came up, it came up, but otherwise, he kept it silent on his tongue.
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"That's okay, we just have...errr had one, kind of. It's a long story, also one of those dark tale things."
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"Are you wishing an exchange of dark tales?" he asked the yellow pony, arching his brows in a bit of surprise. All the ponies he had met that had come here never struck him as people with such tastes. They were all so candy colored and generally cheerful.
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"Sure, if that's what you want."
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"I'll warn you again, it's not a happy one."
Much of Ashura's life had not been what one might call "happy". That many of his happiest memories were from this world, in fact, some might consider sad. He sipped his wine and settled himself better into the mound of pillows he had taken for a seat, easily folding himself into a comfortable sitting position on them with the ease of long practice.
"But if you are indeed so curious, I suppose I can tell it."
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"Okey dokey!"
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He raised a brow, wondering how the other could be so cheerful at the mention of a not happy story, but he shrugged.
"Ah, where to start. I suppose I should lay the foundation. You see, my world - my people - we are at war with another clan, the Yasha. We are war for control of a powerful Castle, much like this one, that has the ability to grant the one who holds it their deepest wish. This war has been going on since I can remember, and I am fairly old. It was an old war when my father was young, and his father before him. I was but the latest king to lead my people each night against the enemy."
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"Sharing the castle is out of the question, huh?"
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"I suppose so. The legends and everything we know of it says only one may possess it," he said. "I am no longer sure if that is true, but is what we have to live by. It summons us with its magic every night to its fields, we fight, and we are sent back. Repeat, ad infitum, until there is victory." He said it sadly, looking down into his cup of wine and swirling the liquid slowly.
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"...You're right, that is depressing."
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"I did warn you," he smiled apologetically at the bright pony.
"I think I might have continued this pattern, had I not had the great misfortune to take the field very young when my father passed away in battle. Perhaps, if I had been older, I would have been wiser, but I wasn't, and I ended falling in love with the enemy general." He paused in the swirling of his drink, his eyes far away and glazed with sadness, an eternal ache that nothing could ever heal - not even time.
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"Oh wow, a forbidden romance!"