Post by Lady on Jan 9, 2020 2:23:27 GMT
(February 3rd, about the same time as Mischief Managed, Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme, and A Day of Games and Fun. Open to Lady and Puss in Boots to start. Will open to others later.)
The streets of Arendelle's main quarter and block were alive with the sounds and sights of merrymaking. Banners, streamers, stalls, and dancers all filled the cobblestone boulevards and courts to create an atmosphere of joy and revelry. For most, it was a welcome respite from the clouds of conflict that filled the skies above and around them. One of the reasons it was being promoted was as a desertification from the feelings of apprehension that spread over the landscape like a thick blanket. For others, business as usual had to be maintained.
The cocker spaniel walked silently along one of the cobbled thoroughfares above the town-square. Arendelle was seemingly built on the mountainsides that swept down to the sea, and unlike her own hometown, it's streets and avenues curved and twisted with the land. Flowing with the curves of the hills rather then carving against them. The soft canine wore a set of saddle like bags on her back. Their flaps tightly belted down to hold within them several books and notepads on one side, and a few instruments of navigation on the other. One of Lady's current chores as a working dog was to move messages, small parcels, and dispatches from the animal encampment in the forest to the officers in Arendelle. It was a pretty simple job that saw her doing a lot of walking between the two places. Even so, the female walked with her head held high, long ears bobbing and fluttering with her pace, and a hint of warmth in her steps.
Her head turned and tilted slightly as she trotted, one ear sticking up at an angle as the sounds of the festival reached her from a block away. Lady couldn't help but let a soft smile split her maw as she thought about going to the shows. It was like Independence day and New Years wrapped up as one. The scents of which where easily picked up by her little black nose. Her stubby tail wagging and her paws starting to move in the direction of the source.
"Now, now...we can do that later," The spaniel scolded herself under her own breath. Pulling herself back on her present course. Which brought her around a corner and to an intersection with a broad fountain at it's center. The sculpture in it's center spilling water around in grand cascades. Darting toward the middle of the intersection, avoiding a wagon of firewood along the way, she placed her for-paws on the stone edge and rose gracefully onto her hind legs. Her own reflection greeting her in the water's surface. "Let's get this delivered first."
She closed her eyes and lowered her head so that her muzzle was just a mere inch or so from the cool waters, her pink tongue darting out to lap at the refreshing liquid and sending ripples out across the fountain's surface. Her long ears spilling over her shoulders and kept draped across her back so as to prevent them from falling into the fountain and becoming wet.
