A Caoja to Remember

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A large island and a few smaller isles in the Arova River, this hub of nomadic wick life is home to the annual Wick Festival.

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Tawni Nahmet
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Race: Wick
Location: Old Rose Harbour
: Look into the Future
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Fri Apr 05, 2019 10:26 pm

Seventh Day of Bethas, 2719

Music drifted from every direction to fill the delighted Tawni’s ears, hazel eyes wide with elation and wonder alike. Already, she could feel her body swaying to the heady rhythm in the air, the distant call of drums luring her toward their source. This year’s festival was already in full swing, the lively wicks never a group to waste an opportunity to party. And this party… it was the penultimate of gatherings, a time for tribes near and far to come together, let their hair down, and forget about their troubles, if only for a while. The Isle itself was an explosion of color and sound, streamers, lanterns, and flowers of every shape and hue covering nearly every surface they could see—the witch’s head turning back and forth as if it was on a spring while she fought to take it all in.

Tawni was all too happy to be among them, a flush coloring her cheeks and her heart thumping in pure delight. It had been a long ride from Old Rose Harbor, and her rear was sore from sitting on the driver’s bench of her kint for so many days in a row, but she was more than ready to dive right in—a peculiar high taking hold of her and bringing a wide smile to her pretty face. The patient mare who pulled her kint, a beautiful bay by the name of Maireni, seemed to feel her excitement, as well; the horse shifting and sidling around the path like a filly in spring. Laughing merrily, the witch tugged lightly on the reins to calm her friend’s antics. “Easy, nanabo,” she said, voice warm with affection. “Your job ent done yet. Soon enough, girl, soon enough.”

The wick was just as antsy as her equine companion, though, eager to be among her people and out of the damn seat. It felt like another week passed while her caravan progressed toward the area they’d camped out the year before, clustered happily among a few fellow Red Crow caravans. When they finally arrived, Tawni wasn’t sure if she’d ever scrambled to the ground faster. Fond greetings were hailed at their arrival, the lithe fortune teller waving broadly before hastily moving to unhitch Maireni from the wagon. Giving her a quick rub down and a handful of oats, she turned her loose with the other horses and kenser before setting off to find her brother.

The search didn’t take long, Yeeru’s tattoos and stature lending him a rather noticeable presence among their number. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she called, “Brunno!” Waving her arm to catch his attention, she grinned and made her way to his side. Enfolding her arms around a torso near as thick as a tree trunk, she gave him a firm squeeze before releasing him and stepping away. Tiling her head back to gaze up at his face, she beamed, radiating pure joy.

“We’re here, Yeeru! We’re finally here!” The glee in her voice was nearly akin to a child, only barely retraining herself from bouncing up and down like one. The Surwood festival was her favorite time of year, and it was all she could do not to run out into the crowd and disappear right that very second. The cheer in the air was palpable and downright infectious, the girl’s spirits bolstered by the jubilant atmosphere. “Can y’believe it? Feels like it’s been a hundred maw since we were here last!” Truthfully, they’d come the year before, but Tawni was nothing if not exuberant. Who could begrudge her a few exaggerations on such an auspicious day?



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