floating candles
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starry_matrixAllila loves everything about the holidays- really, with two weeks of free time and parties, what's not to like? But her absolute favorite thing is weddings. Her town's not large, really just a small cluster of houses down by the river, but the girl down the road is getting married and absolutely everybody comes to the party. Quarrels are ignored, grudges set aside; this is a full town affair. There's even people from a couple nearby villages; Allila doesn't recognize everybody. New people, food, drinks, and fun! Today is a very good day.
The party does not seem likely to let up for at least a couple days, so it's not near the end, but it's been in full swing for quite a while when Allila ducks outside and heads for the water. She doesn't bother with the path through the woods- she can hear at least one couple there, and she has no desire to interrupt them- and just picks her way through the field instead.
There's a nice, large and reasonably flat rock on the riverbank that she's rather adopted as her own. She likes it here; it's quiet, except for the river which she likes listening to, and it's pretty. On clear enough days she can even see a little bit of the waterfall up the river by the estate- it's hardly close, but it's high enough to be seen from quite a ways off. But today, her attention is on the candles drifting down the river. They're twinkling prettily in the twilight.
"Weddings are the best," she sighs happily to herself, and curls up on her rock. Candle watching time it is!
The party does not seem likely to let up for at least a couple days, so it's not near the end, but it's been in full swing for quite a while when Allila ducks outside and heads for the water. She doesn't bother with the path through the woods- she can hear at least one couple there, and she has no desire to interrupt them- and just picks her way through the field instead.
There's a nice, large and reasonably flat rock on the riverbank that she's rather adopted as her own. She likes it here; it's quiet, except for the river which she likes listening to, and it's pretty. On clear enough days she can even see a little bit of the waterfall up the river by the estate- it's hardly close, but it's high enough to be seen from quite a ways off. But today, her attention is on the candles drifting down the river. They're twinkling prettily in the twilight.
"Weddings are the best," she sighs happily to herself, and curls up on her rock. Candle watching time it is!
