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Diplomacy and Events / Re: International Cheese Festival 2022- Niš (open rp)
« on: May 08, 2022, 01:46:32 AM »
Every day outside the vales had been a parade of wonders for Evwin, and this one was shaping up to be the same. When she'd signed up for Jyre's "Cultural Exchange Corps," she hadn't been sure what to expect. Images of stark concrete and sooty clouds had danced in her nightmares, alongside every cautionary tale about outside invaders and their barbaric nature. But this? This was beautiful, in its own alien way.
She didn't need to know all the languages to hear the wind flapping through banners or smell the pungent aromas. Every booth was an adventure in flavours she'd never imagined. And so she wandered aimlessly, taking each moment as it came. Sure, she was supposed to be taking notes and gathering recipes. But simply living is a part of culture too... right? Besides, the few dozen other children of Jyre were surely gathering plenty of foreign knowledge to send home.
With a broad grin, she took a bite of the flatbread and goat cheese she'd been holding.
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Matron Dina cursed softly in her native tongue as she scanned the crowd.
"What rock has damned our river today?" asked Toin, as he handed a thin wedge of Jyre's customary herbal cheese to an eager fairgoer.
"You... weren't supposed to hear that, Toin" Dina sighed. "But our bus leaves in an hour, and half our cohort can't yet make sense of outsider clocks."
"Mmm" came the noncommittal reply.
Sparing a glance at the electric timekeeper she'd recently acquired, then at the darkening sky, Dina let out another sigh. "Cail! Toin! Close down our stand for the night, and stop any of our people you see. I'm going to hunt around for the missing ones."
"Actually I'll just call them" Matron Cail responded with a wink.
"Who knows if they're even within earsh..... oh."
Cail produced her own timekeeper and, with a few swipes and taps on its glassy surface, Dina's timek... no, phone, began to chime.
This was going to take some getting used to.
She didn't need to know all the languages to hear the wind flapping through banners or smell the pungent aromas. Every booth was an adventure in flavours she'd never imagined. And so she wandered aimlessly, taking each moment as it came. Sure, she was supposed to be taking notes and gathering recipes. But simply living is a part of culture too... right? Besides, the few dozen other children of Jyre were surely gathering plenty of foreign knowledge to send home.
With a broad grin, she took a bite of the flatbread and goat cheese she'd been holding.
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Matron Dina cursed softly in her native tongue as she scanned the crowd.
"What rock has damned our river today?" asked Toin, as he handed a thin wedge of Jyre's customary herbal cheese to an eager fairgoer.
"You... weren't supposed to hear that, Toin" Dina sighed. "But our bus leaves in an hour, and half our cohort can't yet make sense of outsider clocks."
"Mmm" came the noncommittal reply.
Sparing a glance at the electric timekeeper she'd recently acquired, then at the darkening sky, Dina let out another sigh. "Cail! Toin! Close down our stand for the night, and stop any of our people you see. I'm going to hunt around for the missing ones."
"Actually I'll just call them" Matron Cail responded with a wink.
"Who knows if they're even within earsh..... oh."
Cail produced her own timekeeper and, with a few swipes and taps on its glassy surface, Dina's timek... no, phone, began to chime.
This was going to take some getting used to.