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♥ March (Ainir) Event Log

a starry night sky with the milky way trailing down to an old stone ruin in a field of purple flowers

March (Ainir) Event Log

The weather is growing quite lovely, punctuated by a sweet scent in the air as local flowers begin to grow and bloom, signifying the start of what many argue is the brightest and most comforting of seasons. While not all bend the knee for Ainea, she is beloved and well known as the kindest of the local deities, so even denizens of other chapters appreciate the good will she presents when her season comes to play. Brace yourselves, residents of Havenwell: spring has officially sprung, and the mouse is in your house. (Theologically speaking, anyway.)

❥ PROMPT I: Skits and Giggles

a gif of someone stomping on the ground with bottom text HAS A PERSONAL VENDETTA AGAINST THE NEIGHBOURS DOWNSTAIRS

As the month of Ainir wears on, things in Havenwell begin to turn towards the strange and chaotic…more so than usual. Circumstances align in unpredictable and convoluted ways, as though space and time themselves are making small tweaks here and there to rope the city's offworlders into a heretofore unseen range of odd situations. Out of nowhere, impulses will materialize into their mind(s), and while it is not forced, it might be hard to resist depending on the nature of the impulse or the people around them. Two people might find themselves on a simple shopping trip together searching for a strange item despite never having met before, or perhaps one will suddenly discover the urge to try making a multi-tiered cake and drag their friends along for the ride. It's very… unusual. One could even say such situations and desires almost feel randomly generated.

For the latter half of the month, Havenwell will be undergoing a more open-ended kind of chaos than usual; we encourage you to have fun and make your own range of situations from the ordinary to the improbably odd. (Like if Who's Line had no host but just inserted prompts into one's head.) Here are some random scenario generators, to get you started, though you are more than welcome to find your own, mix and match, or come up with something yourself:

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Curiously enough, these skits can be both contagious and magical to the point where objects useful to the scenarios themselves may manifest inexplicably to make it easier to play out. These objects don't tend to last long - they'll vanish before the end of the day if you take your eyes off of them at some point after their use has ended - but hey, maybe you'll find a use for that Turbo Doll you just fought some fella in the market for, before it's gone.

❥ PROMPT II: Festival of Flowers

watercolors surrounding a painting of a girl in a galaxy-patterned flower crown, holding small gold planets

With the influx of plantlife both natural and left over from the previous month's occurrences, Havenwell's residents are well supplied for the annual Festival of Flowers (MARCH PROMPT: Hold My Flower) celebrated every Ainir. Natives of the city will be happily working to weave crowns in all sorts pf colors and shapes; made with flowers real, synthetic, or a mixture of both. They will even be glad to instruct the offworlders in the art of flower crowns, or even insistently looking to weave flowers into the hair of those who might wear theirs a bit longer. If given the chance, they will even speak at length about their choices in both colors and the flowers' meanings, so long as the end result is made to suit its wearer both aesthetically and symbolically. The local greenhouses will be handing out the blossoms harvested for the festival, so feel free to participate guilt-free; remember, flowers are too impermanent to not enjoy! Offworlders will find plenty of species throughout the city, including some that might be familiar. It seems the world is still indulgently borrowing from home as it heals itself.

If anyone has leftover crystalline flowers, vines, and plants that grew from their hands last month, these items are more delicate than normal plants but can still be worked into the flower crowns with a gentle touch and a bit of effort.

❥ PROMPT III: Starlight, Starbright

a night sky in shades of green and blue, with a large amount of stars

Over the course of the festival, for some reason the night sky above Havenwell appears to be taking subtly different forms; it never looks quite the same twice, and often differs from person to person. The stars overhead arrange themselves into different configurations: that of Havenwell's distant past, perhaps, or even into constellations the city's offworlders might find familiar. If by chance one can see a sky that another can't, joining hands for an evening of stargazing might just sync them up to be underneath the same distant stars. Enjoy an evening of stargazing, sharing familiar or fresh constellations with someone special.

For those who are participating in the Festival of Flowers, you might notice a curious added effect: if you happen to go stargazing while wearing certain flowers, the starscape that appears may coincide with the location, season, or biome that flower is native to, as if the two are calling to one another. Since Havenwell has acquired a bountiful number of species from varying worlds over the last few seasons that this festival occurred, feel free to get creative with this concept. Does your world have a reverse sunflower that follows the moon during winter? Enjoy your winter sky and a very happy flower crown. Maybe you found a ghost orchid that only blooms in the hottest part of the summer. Sounds perfectly suited for a summer sky that just happens to appear above you now…

This event will run from March 15-31. Click on each prompt's title to see the text. If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to the FAQ or to the Mod Question thread. You can also use the Havenwell Status page or the General Plotting Comment to give you other ideas for original prompts!

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Festival of Flowers:

[It might seem strange for someone to find comfort in doing something they aren't good at, but if the pile of crooked and slightly misshapen flower crowns next to Regis is any indication, he is--in fact--doing that very thing. Even the kindly instruction of the natives hasn't helped his skill much, and he's started to wave off those who venture near with that "look" about them. Let them spend time teaching those who will actually benefit from it.

Besides, it's not like he's looking to make a perfect crown anyway. If he wanted a perfect crown, he could pull out the one he wears every day back on Eos. No, the comfort he pulls from this act of creation is actually because of the results being so imperfect. The memories tied to them wouldn't be if perfection had been the end results of his efforts back then.

So he sits, eyes slightly distant, and makes his imperfect crowns, a small smile on his face.

These memories are so much more pleasant than the ones he's been dealing with for the last few months, and he deserves a chance to linger in the good for once.]

Starlight, Starbright:

[Eventually, Regis turns to making flower crowns from some slightly more sentimental flowers. Considering both his shop and his home have pots of Sylleblossoms and Fire Flowers, it should be no surprise he feels the urge to make crowns of them both. One for each of the partners who were once here and now are gone.

As he'd sit a top Valeo's roof that night wearing the crown of Sylleblossoms and thinking of Cor, Regis slowly began to realize that the stars looking down at him were familiar, so familiar he thought he had to be imagining it.

When he had gone the next night wearing the crown of Fire Flowers instead and saw the night sky was different, he had realized he was not imagining anything and that meant the sky he was looking at now could only be that of the far off fantasy land of Narnia that Peter had ruled. He can't help but stare in wonder. The night sky of Eos had been comforting and familiar, but this sky is unknown and mysterious. Learning it is like learning another bit about the love who had left so long ago.

From the street, one might just be able to make out the soft orange glow put off by the Fire Flowers in the crown that sits atop Regis' head as he moves around the roof discovering each new star and constellation with a look of wonder on his face.]

[From one flower-weaving relative to another. Noctis spots his father at a distance and heads over almost immediately, hands in his pockets and a jaunty crown made of bright green flowers on his head.]

You trying to make enough for the whole neighbourhood?

[Regis' smile widens when he looks up, though for just a moment he's seeing someone else instead of his son. He gently pushes the memory aside and gestures for Noctis to sit beside him.

Those eyes. No matter how big Noctis gets, they are going to remind Regis of Aulea.]

I doubt the neighborhood would find the same sentiment in these that I do. Besides, I think the natives might have a fit if anyone wore something so badly made.

They can't be that bad. Flower crowns aren't exactly peak artistry.

[He himself is wearing an awfully clumsy one, though it was in theory made with love. He sits down next to Regis and reaches over to grab one of the finished pieces, holding it up to examine.

...Okay, maybe he has a bit of a point. It's very... unique.]

Maybe, uh. With more practice?

[Regis shakes his head, amusement slipping into his expression.]

Your mother never understood how fingers that could pen such pretty words could mangle such a simple artist endeavor. I always told her it actually made perfect sense, because my wonderful speaking voice can't carry a tune when it comes to music.

[He gives the crown he has just finished a fond smile as petals drift down to the ground. Regis then rolls his eyes toward Noctis.]

She stuffed a handful of flowers down my shirt for that. I'm pretty sure I was still shedding petals when I went to my next meeting.

[Noctis blinks at that.]

You guys made flower crowns?

[That's a new one, and as with every time Regis happens to mention her, he can't help feeling immediately curious.]

[Regis hums softly as he reaches for a few more flowers to try making another crown. Maybe it will work better if he doesn't focus so hard on doing it right? Probably not, but it never hurts to try.]

Mostly when we were younger, before my father passed and I still didn't have the full duties of the crown to worry about. I would sneak away to the gardens in the Citadel between meetings and she would find me there. Though, I remember the night before we left for Altissia to secure the treaty that I crowned her with a flower crown as a symbol of the one she would wear once we were married and I was king.

[His expression softens.]

She was worried about me leaving the city and I was trying to comfort her. I don't know how much it helped, but she was able to smile for me afterward.

[Noctis shifts position so he can start piecing a few of the flowers together himself. Maybe between the two of them they'll make at least one good version.

It's a nice story, and he listens quietly, committing each word to heart. So many stories about his mother involve how strong and fierce she could be, unstoppable and clever. It's nice to hear about a softer side of her, where she worried about her love, something that some might consider a weakness when it's anything but.]

I'm sure it helped. [He'd never know for certain, but there's no harm in claiming so, for his father's sake.] I've never actually seen the Lucian queen's crown.

Are you sure of that? It is possible you saw it and just didn't realize what it was. It actually looks less like a crown than the one the king wears.

[Which, of course, makes them a perfect pair.]

The Lucian queen's "crown" is actually a jeweled hair comb. One that can be worn by queens with both long and short hair. It has decorations on the top that resemble the silver curves of the king's crown and has large circular jewel in the center. Generally, the queen herself chooses the color of the gem sometime before she is crowned.

[Unsurprisingly, Aulea had picked a purple gem as it was her family's color. Personalization of the comb meant, sadly, that she didn't have it on in any of the wedding pictures that had come in his album. She would have gotten shortly thereafter in another ceremony.]

A hair comb...?

[His brows furrow at that, thinking back carefully. He'd seen a handful of images of his mother over the years, of course, though he hadn't been paying much attention to her jewelry. There is something familiar about what Regis is describing, though.]

I don't remember, but it kinda rings a bell or two. You might be right. [he offers up a little smile.] It sounds like something Luna would have liked, though. Her aesthetic was way less flashy than our family. And she preferred flower crowns, too.

[Regis nods in agreement.]

I suspect she would have loved it, though her gem choice would have been much different than your mother's was. Something much lighter than purple, don't you think? Perhaps with a few sylleblossoms as well.

Yeah, probably. I think Luna liked blue, so you're on the right track with the sylleblossoms. She sent me more of those in our journal than anything else.

[Actually, he's not sure if Regis even knows about the journal at this point. They didn't start using it until after Tenebrae fell, and he can't remember if he mentioned it to his father back then. Oh well, it hardly matters now. By his current age it was very much an open secret- even if no one else got to look at it, they knew what it was.]

Your journal?

[The question makes it clear he had not known and yet, he isn't surprised. In fact, Regis finds himself quietly delighted they had found a way to keep in contact during those years. It means that neither of them had been quite as alone as they would have been otherwise.]

Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII | OTA

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