『1. Lune affichage partie』
The moon-viewing party. 9pm MST I was tasked with ordering food for the guests. Lyra, Titalia and our hostesses were chattering online and we helped each other with our given tasks, because Titalia was stationed in the birthing room with a special mirror so that she wouldn't miss anything. I also took the liberty of sending sampler sizes of everything I ordered -- but made sure that she got the most saltwater taffy. Three months along and she's already getting quite big (no offense, dear sister♥)
Of course, no party would be complete without a centerpiece cake. I did order marshmallow moon cake for the occasion, but couldn't resist the corpse bride cake offered that evening--then went on to the savoury things. Food fit for every palate -- vegetarians, carnivores, omnivores, candyvores and everything in between was sent to the palace until I was certain that the tables were groaning and didn't miss anything.
Entertainment was pleasant -- though I didn't see any firebreathers, tiny twittering devilbirds popped out and spiders started to weave silk blankets in case anyone was getting cold. Sirens and my Lord's humming mixed together and I wasn't drowsy, for once in my life. As the moonlight touched the flowers, my moondrops started to open and the garden was lush, white and sparkling -- laced with the ever-present scent of deadblooms, of course. Luna dancing under the light of the moon is always a pleasant spectacle...
I spent most of the party perched onto a rail or other, speaking to one of the guests for any concerns about the food, or beside my dear Beelze. Babel was well-behaved and after speaking to Tina and Ellspeth faded into the background (I'm sorry if you felt his eyes on you, Cypherus! I don't know what my darling boy's thinking of, these days...) but I haven't heard of any untoward incidents yet. The alcohol and juice bars were separated for the minors and those who didn't want a drink -- I had my fair share of rainbow jelly shots and some moonshine★
Seeing the moon rise and hang over the Underworld was an unforgettable sight; even Yggdrasil seemed to dim in comparison. For anyone that saw deep purple butterflies -- I've been breeding those in secret (well, I'm sure three of you saw them beforehand when they were still eggs) and they're the royal butterflies. They clung to Ellspeth's dress (I'm so sorry my love, they were merely saying hello and they loved how pretty you looked that night) but afterwards flew over the garden, sending silverlight over the guests. The glitter will wear off once you expose it to sunlight, by the by...the poetry reading was especially nice (on-the-spot? Reciting sonnets and old english rhymes I thought I'd never hear again--thank you so much, Shigure, Thana...I think Helios said something as well. Helios has a rich voice that reminds me of dark chocolate...) and Christina Lily even sent out a shower of fireflies!
That eve was fun and lively, with spots of romance here and there. I think I heard the winds carry off sweet nothings and little notes of love off into the deep black sea. Thank you for kissing me, darling -- perfect way to cap off my evening.
Currently back home in heaven as a visitor--everyone's hugging me and I can't tell you how many times I've heard "Finally, our dear Persephone's back home!" from these angels, and the scent of cotton candy is soaking into my pores...the music hall was rebuilt and now I'm not as sleepy as I once was...my hair turned into the shade of honey and my eyes are lavender now, I wonder what I'll look like once I go back to the Underworld?
Instead of the smells of hellflames and brimstone, there's incense and the rain tastes like rosewater. I've never seen a rich tapestry of blues, pinks and whites all in one place. The silence is still unnerving -- not being able to hear any chatter from any servants or apprentices, just walking along the halls, heels clicking onto marble flooring. The music is soft and sweet, though the chorus of angels practicing could use a bit more...life, I presume? It reminds me of my Lord, although he would sing it at just the right pitch that makes me want to cuddle up against his wings and fall right asleep.
It isn't to insult, my Lord...it's just that, you make me feel extremely safe and comfortable, I could sleep in your arms as if I were a little girl again.
Of course, no party would be complete without a centerpiece cake. I did order marshmallow moon cake for the occasion, but couldn't resist the corpse bride cake offered that evening--then went on to the savoury things. Food fit for every palate -- vegetarians, carnivores, omnivores, candyvores and everything in between was sent to the palace until I was certain that the tables were groaning and didn't miss anything.
Entertainment was pleasant -- though I didn't see any firebreathers, tiny twittering devilbirds popped out and spiders started to weave silk blankets in case anyone was getting cold. Sirens and my Lord's humming mixed together and I wasn't drowsy, for once in my life. As the moonlight touched the flowers, my moondrops started to open and the garden was lush, white and sparkling -- laced with the ever-present scent of deadblooms, of course. Luna dancing under the light of the moon is always a pleasant spectacle...
I spent most of the party perched onto a rail or other, speaking to one of the guests for any concerns about the food, or beside my dear Beelze. Babel was well-behaved and after speaking to Tina and Ellspeth faded into the background (I'm sorry if you felt his eyes on you, Cypherus! I don't know what my darling boy's thinking of, these days...) but I haven't heard of any untoward incidents yet. The alcohol and juice bars were separated for the minors and those who didn't want a drink -- I had my fair share of rainbow jelly shots and some moonshine★
Seeing the moon rise and hang over the Underworld was an unforgettable sight; even Yggdrasil seemed to dim in comparison. For anyone that saw deep purple butterflies -- I've been breeding those in secret (well, I'm sure three of you saw them beforehand when they were still eggs) and they're the royal butterflies. They clung to Ellspeth's dress (I'm so sorry my love, they were merely saying hello and they loved how pretty you looked that night) but afterwards flew over the garden, sending silverlight over the guests. The glitter will wear off once you expose it to sunlight, by the by...the poetry reading was especially nice (on-the-spot? Reciting sonnets and old english rhymes I thought I'd never hear again--thank you so much, Shigure, Thana...I think Helios said something as well. Helios has a rich voice that reminds me of dark chocolate...) and Christina Lily even sent out a shower of fireflies!
That eve was fun and lively, with spots of romance here and there. I think I heard the winds carry off sweet nothings and little notes of love off into the deep black sea. Thank you for kissing me, darling -- perfect way to cap off my evening.
Currently back home in heaven as a visitor--everyone's hugging me and I can't tell you how many times I've heard "Finally, our dear Persephone's back home!" from these angels, and the scent of cotton candy is soaking into my pores...the music hall was rebuilt and now I'm not as sleepy as I once was...my hair turned into the shade of honey and my eyes are lavender now, I wonder what I'll look like once I go back to the Underworld?
Instead of the smells of hellflames and brimstone, there's incense and the rain tastes like rosewater. I've never seen a rich tapestry of blues, pinks and whites all in one place. The silence is still unnerving -- not being able to hear any chatter from any servants or apprentices, just walking along the halls, heels clicking onto marble flooring. The music is soft and sweet, though the chorus of angels practicing could use a bit more...life, I presume? It reminds me of my Lord, although he would sing it at just the right pitch that makes me want to cuddle up against his wings and fall right asleep.
It isn't to insult, my Lord...it's just that, you make me feel extremely safe and comfortable, I could sleep in your arms as if I were a little girl again.