tonight, we burn it (but not all of it)

[kantikoy]

WHO: All of Riftwatch is invited
WHAT: A burning of things/ideas for the New Year
WHEN: Mid-Wintermarch (nowish)
WHERE: The Gallows main courtyard
NOTES: Mobius' post inviting one and all to come burn stuff (but no bodies or large fabrics or explosives, s'il vous plait.

It's not exactly raining but it is cold on the island housing the Gallows this night. There's fresh snow on the mountains viewable beyond Kirkwall, and earlier in the week there was even snow in the city proper —typical for this time of year.

The bonfire is in the middle of the courtyard, with some benches and seating pulled far enough away that stray flames shouldn't pose a problem to anyone seated there. Adrasteia is also on hand, with several large barrels of water and buckets placed near every building entrance within sight. Just in case.

Comments

[favoriteanalyst]

"Or a little bit of weekly prayer." To poke fun at the Seneschal. "So what do you think, then: do things go sideways because the world is in turmoil and we just happen to go poking around, or do things go sideways because we actively invite it?"

[kantikoy]

A small laugh. She misses the old Seneschal, but to say as much might be inappropriate.

"Oh I'm willing to bet it's a bit of both." Adrasteia shrugs, but she's smiling. "Individuals, I'd say, might actively invite terrible things by their own behaviors, but as a whole? The world is a mess."

[favoriteanalyst]

"And we're here to try and keep it a little less messy," he concludes. "Even if it means--as I understand it, getting trapped in a house in a blizzard that was exceptionally haunted."

He's trying really hard not to think about the guy on the crystal who took the 'burning your ghosts' thing really, really literally.

"I can't wait to get my obligatory dose of fucked up," said as flatly as possible.

[kantikoy]

"Yes, that didn't sound... ideal by any stretch of the imagination." She shakes her head a little. "I'm not sure if I feel glad not to have experienced that firsthand or upset that I couldn't have been there to mitigate some of the sufferings it caused."

A wry expression and a shrug. One Warden can only do so much. One mage, the same. One templar, also.

She laughs at his last statement. "Well when you sign up for a mission, let me know."