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Community Events / Re: Burning Rhydin Festival (July 21st-28th) -- IC thread
« on: July 30, 2018, 02:24:20 PM »
While Lucy was content to hide behind the curtain, Benjamin was more than happy to turn on the charisma and charm. He easily walked through the lightning both in the tent and in the field beyond, and telling tales of the storms from the plainslands of North America, from the mountains of the West, the deceptive Mojave, and from the misty lands of Wales. His voice was its own instrument, speech turning to song, from melodic Welsh to elegant Arapahoe, his eyes vivid green and sparking with the electricity around him.
He claimed he was a thunderbird, and played the part well: after all, he was an actor. Just off filming a movie, and little loony from it. Usually clad in lightweight and loose fabrics, he managed to make them seem far more glamorous than they were in the play of lightning flaring around him. Sometimes on his shoulder, always overhead, several crows accompanied him. He was glad to sign autographs and pose for photos with any fans that happened to recognize him.
And when Lucy was tired, he was more than capable of picking up the act for her. Most of the time, though, he would spend just a few moments watching her each time that she took up the hammers of the gods, a quirky smile on his face that spoke of pride and amazement alike.
He was charmed to meet Mallory, and delighted to hear she was engaged to Eri. Telling tales with Eri was always a favorite evening's entertainment. He also was glad to find a someone who sold white sage and clean tobacco, his favorite offerings to his ancestors.
Now and then, he might be seen walking along with a tall, blond and deadly handsome man. Other times, with a scarecrow of a man in a colorful coat of ribbons. Sometimes squiring around a beautiful elf woman with silver hair. Still other evenings, scouting out lads or lasses as pretty as he, because simply put, Benjamin was a slut.
By dawn, however, he had to be back at his little ranch to tend to the animals. One might hear the beats of powerful wings when he left, though he turned to the rising sun to dazzle his departure, just as he used the setting sun to return.
He claimed he was a thunderbird, and played the part well: after all, he was an actor. Just off filming a movie, and little loony from it. Usually clad in lightweight and loose fabrics, he managed to make them seem far more glamorous than they were in the play of lightning flaring around him. Sometimes on his shoulder, always overhead, several crows accompanied him. He was glad to sign autographs and pose for photos with any fans that happened to recognize him.
And when Lucy was tired, he was more than capable of picking up the act for her. Most of the time, though, he would spend just a few moments watching her each time that she took up the hammers of the gods, a quirky smile on his face that spoke of pride and amazement alike.
He was charmed to meet Mallory, and delighted to hear she was engaged to Eri. Telling tales with Eri was always a favorite evening's entertainment. He also was glad to find a someone who sold white sage and clean tobacco, his favorite offerings to his ancestors.
Now and then, he might be seen walking along with a tall, blond and deadly handsome man. Other times, with a scarecrow of a man in a colorful coat of ribbons. Sometimes squiring around a beautiful elf woman with silver hair. Still other evenings, scouting out lads or lasses as pretty as he, because simply put, Benjamin was a slut.
By dawn, however, he had to be back at his little ranch to tend to the animals. One might hear the beats of powerful wings when he left, though he turned to the rising sun to dazzle his departure, just as he used the setting sun to return.
