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[dionysos_evios]

He comes in the lushness of midsummer, his music beating in both slave and lord like a second pulse. Miracles follow him on this day; there is a spring running sweet with wine below the twisted apple tree, and another spring issuing forth milk beside it, and beside that a spring of clean, sweet water. The taps in the Mansion all run red with wine

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[tinylittleonion]

*soon Alyosha will have to observe the fast, to abstain from milk and meat and wine, but today is a day where fasting is forbidden, on which the faithful are encouraged to enjoy what God has given them and deny nothing, for He is everything and everything is holy; his novice's heart delights at the appearance of miracles, and he recognizes them as miracles and not only magic, the same miracle (if not the same god) that transforms water into merriment and wine when merriment is most needed. he drinks milk -- still cool! -- from a stream -- and though there are things he meant to do, people he must inquire after, he feels today his duty is nothing more than to be glad and share his gladness --*

[false_kyllikki]

Kyllikki had been working in her garden, although she felt like dancing (she always feels a little like dancing); to see Alyosha by the spring, though, she shuts the little gate to her patch, and she goes to him as though he is a dear friend and not a stranger. "Oh, will you dance with me?" she says, taking his hand and kissing him with friendship. "My name is Kyllikki; will you dance?"

[tinylittleonion]

Yes, I will dance, Kyllikki -- how did you know? *all laughter and ardent, familiar sincerity, clasping her hand and kissing her cheeks without blushing, as though she were a sister, a beloved sister* I wanted nothing more than to dance to with a woman, a beautiful woman, and you came to me. Like an angel you came to me. My name is Alexei, Lyosha. Please, let's dance.

[false_kyllikki]

"But you are beautiful, as well--as beautiful as the king of the sun when he came to me--" She catches his hands and spins with him, letting their steps take them whirling; she goes barefoot in the heat, and her feet splash through a little eddy where wine and water mingle. Kyllikki laughs without remembering anything at all of her husband or anything at all of shame.

[justblueribbon]

Martha has taken to wearing her hair loose recently as yet another form of rebellion. She can be found outside in a loose sun dress, feeling the need to spin around merrily, humming softly to herself.

[ottowho]

And Otto comes up to her, with a skip in his step, and catches Martha's hands, twirling with her.

"A lovely day to dance!"

[justblueribbon]

What a pleasant surprise!

"I didn't know you were a dancer!" Martha exclaims, smiling.

[ottowho]

"I am a man of many talents, Martha."

And he twirls her some more.

[400rabbits]

Several of the four-hundred rabbits are by the new springs, confused.

"Man, what is it?"
"It's water, stupid, it's comin' from the ground."
"No, man, see, this one's water, but this other one's white--"
"IT'S PULQUE!"
"--No, man, it's not, I tasted it, it's some gross thing--and this other one is red."
"...Blood?"
"No, man, it smells wrong. It smells kinda like...kinda like booze."
"Dude! Booze is white, or kinda yellow-y clear."
"No, no, I think it's some sorta conquistador booze, or somethin'."
"Shit, man, who cares, I wanna dance!"
"I think I'm gonna hurl."
"Well, don't dance, then, asshole!"
"...Wait, what? What're these?"

[cursed_bent]

Valen spends most of his time outside the mansion, often in the woods. This is where he is when the magic of Dionysos takes hold. The desire to dance is as much a part of Valen as the gards on his skin, and with the music pounding through the earth and his blood he has no reason not to give into it. He hasn't learned much of the dancing of the Danae, so it is a wild jig he dances through the trees, faster with every step, an inhuman sort of grace and agility in his movements. After a time, a long time, he falls breathless to the ground on his back with an exhilarated laugh.

This is good. He needed this. And the wine everywhere won't hurt anything either.

[tomboy_22]

And because Anita was starting to be VERY fed up of being sat on, and even if she is the most exhausted person in the known universe, she'll find him this way, and stay, observing him as she leans on a branch, smiling wide.

Of course, now that she's out, she has no excuse. She'll have to go see Locke. Really.

[cursed_bent]

He feels her there, as he lays sprawled on his back on the ground, and once he's caught his breath he sits up to look at her, gesturing to come over. "Anita!" He calls with a breathless laugh still in his voice. "Come dance with me!"

[tomboy_22]

She closes the distance, and looks at him with a bit of disbelief.

"Dance? Big guy, I don't dance. Whatever got into you?" But she's laughing, already. Because she needs the joy, and seeing Valen happy is... precious.

[mestika]

Jewel does not dance. Jewel's life has never given her reason for dancing, except for the short time when Jim lived in Patusan, and he left quickly enough.

But suddenly there is a small, uncertain blooming of a smile on her mouth, and her feet begin to move, these feet that have never danced. Mr. Stein's wife's old-fashioned German dress swirls around her ankles, and her long hair twirls around her face.

[dionysos_evios]

The god comes to her as a young boy, gawky-limbed and androgynous, with his hair all askew. "You look like a flower when you dance," he tells her solemnly, although he is wearing a puckish sort of grin. "Will you dance with me?"

[mestika]

"I do not know how."

[dionysos_evios]

"That's easy. You only need to hear the drums." He nods his head lightly, in time with a beat that he can hear pulsing in the world. Then his right foot taps to the beat, and then his left foot, and then his arms are moving and his narrow boy's hips. Bromios dances without anything like shame, letting himself be carried and hoping that Jewel will be carried, too.