Just  like  last  year,  Skylar  dropped  his  usual  obligations  to  help  out  with  the  Fyre  Festival.  He  much  would  rather  hang  ornaments  and  decorate  the  streets  than  sit  in  some  alpha's  boring  office  space  filing  paperwork.  Besides,  as  a  renowned  practitioner  of  the  arcane  arts  —  he  was  inclined  to  partake  in  all  of  the  town's  pagan  holidays.  The  celebrations  were  fun  to  be  a  part  of  as  well.  Skylar  didn't  think  he'd  have  so  much  fun  riding  a  bull.  At  least,  not  the  kind  with  horns  and  hooves.  He's  encountered  enough  of  those  in  the  last  couple  of  weeks  to  last  a  lifetime.  Yet  despite  the  jovial  revelry  and  merriment,  something  sat  heavy  in  his  heart.  Skylar  wasn't  a  shifter,  nor  did  he  particularly  worship  the  goddess  their  community  worshipped.  The  borrower  witch  saw  no  benefit  in  offering  his  devotion  to  a  deity  who  demanded  he  pop  out  babies  at  every  waking  moment  of  the  day.  He narrows his eyes and casts a scornful gaze at the moon.

Dressed  almost  entirely  in  white  except  for  the  brown  leather  sandals  on  his  feet,  Skylar  wanted  to  give  off  the  appearance  that  he  was  a  pure  virgin.  Even  though  he  was  anything  but,  the  borrower  witch  thought  it  fitting  for  the  occasion.  Besides,  Skylar  was  still  in  his  Greek  Twunk  Era  and  linen  just  proved  to  be  a  superior  fabric  he  immensely  enjoyed  wearing.  Making  up  for  the  lack  of  heat  his  sleeveless  shirt  provided,  Skylar  decided  to  don  a  shawl  as  the  sun  began  to  set  and  the  air  became  cooler.  Cassiel  flew  right  next  to  him  as  he  approached  one  of  the  larger  attractions  in  the  festival.  “I  helped  design  the  maze,  you  know,”  he  spoke  to  the  other  supernatural  by  the  entrance.  “So  incredibly  well,  I  unfortunately  doubt  I  can  find  my  way  out  without  flying.”  A  light  chuckle  escaped  him  as  he  began  to  walk  inside.  “Care  to  accompany  me?”

dear townies, it is time again for the annual beltane fire festival! much like last year, this event will last the entire month, which means you've got four weeks to start threads set during this time.

as for backstory; check out this post.

the beltane fire festival is a celebration of both - the fire moon shapeshifters and the bear king's grand sacrifice to save its kin. with the recent incidents in town and out of town, council debated whether to run the festival as per usual or not, but normalcy shall not be paused.

the festival will last 2 weeks for the characters; it takes up a great portion of the town's main road - there's food stalls, games, art (and artists) and a stage for entertainment purposes. there will be line dance, bull riding, pony riding for the kids, karaoke contests and many other events to join. the idea behind the festival besides celebrating born protectors is to bring the town's people together.

many townies work at the festival for the two weeks instead of their usual places, too. the festival is a group effort!

OOC Reminder: The event will run until the end of August. Use the event tag for starters and threads, we’d prefer you don’t start any others set before or after in the meantime.

It’s a big fair/festival with street food, candy, wooden art/toy shops - everything is bear/ursa or fire moon inspired so there are special food/treats as well, etc.

Event tag: wtnhevent03 (for this event specifically, threads etc) + wtnhevent (for open starters etc.)

The Festival was officially open. They were a council member short, but they would make do for now. The different pack leaders were sharing the responsibilities of the Ursa pack while they found someone suitable for the position.

Either way, he was going to enjoy the festivities this weekend and try to make some friends while he was at it. He passed by the recently opened stands and eyed the figurines and arts bear-themed displayed around. He ends up buying a gorgeous necklace with a bear head decoration at the center and puts it on. He’s fiddling with it when he bumps into someone. “Sorry,” he says looking up and smiling softly. “I know I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

elias never expected to be so involved in the town's matters, be it their search for travelers - or travelers existing in the first place, the police's security systems or how to set up a community network with broadcasts from council to townsfolk. with that, his own work & trenton constantly chasing his tail ... one could say elias was struggling. he should be working through the weekend, use the fact nobody else was working to catch up on lost time, but ... he was exhausted - mentally, from work. never did he think that possible. the festival came at just the right time, really & he already knew what he'd do first. well, second. first had been poking trenton about coming with him. he had yet to succeed, but he had all day, night & tomorrow.

personally, he was all about celebrating the bears of town, hence why he wanted trenton to tag along. he'd celebrate his favorite bear's existence on his own, too - he had no qualms about that & when he got home in the night, all tipsy, he'd make sure said bear felt as appreciated as he possibly could. that said,he was really hoping to get trenton to join him for the bonfire at least, maybe the play. one thing he knew though, was that balis - his new favorite little feline was somewhere at the festival - he'd been the one to nudge council into checking out his skills & potentially hiring him for the weekend - or longer. it just took him a little while to find him. when he did, balis was drawing an older couple, so elias waited - in sight, shooting the other a little grin when their eyes met. he'd finally get that drawing of himself today - balis had nowhere to run this time.

silas knew the bare minimum of cultural holidays - he did back in the day & he knew even less now, but the ruckus in town because of the village had piqued his interest & so he'd investigated ahead of time, found out that work was off the entire weekend for everybody unless they worked at the festival & that there would be twenty-four-seven celebrations, which was quite interesting, actually. they said there would be food, fun & alcohol to be had - on top of other festivities, like a theatre performance (or something?) & a big bonfire, which definitely caught his interest. bonfires felt a little like home, he .. remembered his last in willowshire with dante chasing him around the town square in fricken public.

he thought about some sort of family trip, but wasn't quite sure to what extend he could ask all of them to go anywhere together. well, silas mostly worried about taj & dante, who were still being incredibly stubborn. well, taj was. part of him appreciated his concern, but .. there was no need. balis had seemed a lot more relaxed when it came to dante, but then again he'd never met him before new haven, so maybe that was why. still, he wanted to at least take balis & sammy while it was early, they'd meet up with dante there as he'd been at the shop in the morning. "balis, you comin'?" silas was waiting by the door, little sammy was seemingly unhappy with her boots, but silas had already dropped to one knee to fix whatever issue she might had while they waited.