May the Best of your Todays be the Worst of your Tomorrows

[thespaceopera]

The morning of the final day of the year - called Last Eve - brings with it a soft, gentle chorus of bells. No matter what town or city you've found yourself in, the tradition is the same: a simple scale plays every hour throughout the day - a melodic, slow countdown to all the festivities to come tonight. People - especially children! - run through the streets ringing hand-held bells of their own, all in the name of good luck and best wishes for the upcoming year. Don't want to wait for the night to start the party? Don't worry! There's plenty to do all day long, too!


A ringing melody in the wind

You thought the festivals throughout the month were extravagant? Well, they're nothing compared to the parades today! Marching bands, performers, and dance crews show off routines they've been preparing for months, candy flies through the air for all of the parade-goers to catch and keep... The floats are elaborate and grand, with humongous shapes in bright colors. A lot of heart, soul, and expert craftsmanship went into these, and it shows. Some parades have set themes, others are just a representation of the towns that give them and what they've put together to share with everyone... but all of them are full of love, joy, and good luck wishes for the upcoming year. Maybe you're part of the parade - riding on a float, tossing out candy, singing or playing an instrument... or maybe you're just there to watch! No matter which way, it's going to be a good time.

The waters may be too cold to swim in, but that's why boats exist! Once the sun goes down, the natural glow of the water is even more breathtaking set against the black, starry skies -- and local tradition is to spend Last Eve out on the water in some way! From rowboats, paddle boats, and sailboats to motorized party boats with loudly blasting music and flashing lights, or huge luxury liners with all the fancy trimmings of fine dining and entertainment -- no matter what kind of boat you want, you're going to have a great time ringing in the new year on the water. Get your party boat on! Or, spend a romantic evening with your loved one on a crewed private charter! Or, row out on your own and meet up with other rowers. Bring snacks~ and a life vest - safety first!

The best part, though, isn't Last Eve... it's First Dawn. Once it gets closer and closer to midnight, and the bells begin to chime louder, and faster, and more jubilant... that's when the real light show begins.


Light up the skies!

Almost every inch of the night sky is covered in bright lights and brilliant hues as fireworks soar through the black. The breathtaking display reflects in the glowing waters, which seem to mimic all the colors back like a visual echo. And with the backdrop of the bells' song, this is how the new year comes to Libuscha IV.

So - Happy Last Eve, and Happy First Dawn. Enjoy your holiday, dear Fleet. ♥

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(( This post is a mingle for all of your New Year / Last Eve / First Dawn Celebration needs. Go forth and have fun! If you have any questions, don't hesitate to reach out to us. o7

And on a final note: Happy New Year, Drift Fleet. ♥! Thank you for spending your RP time with us. We're absolutely convinced that you're all the best players out there, and we love you for coming on this journey with us. May the next year be full of fun, happiness, and of course, some shenanigans~ ))

Comments

[theirondragon]

[He chuckles, reaching down with his free hand to tilt his chin back up.]

Is that all it takes to shut you up? I've been trying too hard.

[fantachetic]

You know I've got a weakness for grand gestures.

[ Dorian allows Bull to guide his face upward, his own hand moving to Bull's wrist. ]

[theirondragon]

[He chuckles, steel eye moving over the contours of Dorian's face.]

What, helping you kick a dragon's ass with another dragon's ass wasn't 'grand' enough for you?

[fantachetic]

Mere child's play. [ They both know it wasn't, but Dorian will be keeping a lookout for an opportunity to top it. ]

[theirondragon]

[They do indeed both know that isn't true, but he just chuckles.]

Yeah, okay. Hope I never cross that kid.

[He runs his thumb along Dorian's jawline.]

You're okay with this?

[Bull gave Dorian a safe place to let go of all his control, but he would never force Dorian into a situation he didn't want.

...even if it was one he desperately wanted. It hadn't started here, with all the...need, and...comfort, but it's where they'd ended up, and he wasn't complaining.]

[fantachetic]

[ Both his hands come up to encircle Bull's wrist, and he looks up at him with certainty. It's a situation he's trying not to flounder in, for both their sake. ] More than okay. [ At this point, he'd be lost without what they have. ]

[theirondragon]

Good.

[The Iron Bull wasn't a man who hid his desires, or his affections. In fact, he was probably the most open and honest spy you'd ever meet. He moves slightly, affording himself a better angle to lean down far enough to press his lips to Dorian's for a passionate, if brief, kiss. A promise, more than anything, for later, when they were alone.]

You mean a lot to me, Kadan.

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian appreciates more than words can say how Bull bestows affection on him but doesn't linger. He's still trying to be okay with the public displays, but something like this speaks volumes. He hums into their kiss, taking that promise with him when Bull pulls away. ] I'm not certain where I would be without this..Amatus.

[theirondragon]

Amatus.

[He says the term of endearment quietly, feeling out the word as it applied to him, a slow smile curling his lips. It feels good.]

I don't speak much Vint. You want to fill me in?

[fantachetic]

It's much the same meaning, though certainly not as poetic as 'heart'. A less-nuanced translation equates to 'my love'.

[theirondragon]

See, I like that.

[It's breathy, and after it's stated, he takes a breath. Being called that by this guy means more than he's really able to put into words.]

Qunari don't...do that, this...romance? Heart's the best translation I have.

[fantachetic]

Don't sell yourself short, it's more sentimental than you think. [ He reaches up, sliding his hand over Bull's chest. ] One can't live without a heart, can they?

[theirondragon]

It's not the same, but sure.

['Heart' was an approximation, after all.]

There's not a word in common for it. Heart just, I don't know, works I guess. Center, too. Like uh...people talk about "the heart of a matter", you know?

[fantachetic]

Bull.

Are you suggesting that your world revolves around me?

[theirondragon]

I'm...saying you're that important to me, yeah.