Cursed Lands Has Festivals Too... Right? (Event with Ruvel)

Event Info:

Somehow, someway, in some ridiculous and impossible fashion, Samira got herself lost. Yes. Lost. She had become living proof that Wizard Saints and even the Gods of Ishgar were capable of such stupidity at times. To make matters worse was that she got lost in the Cursed Lands. How one went from trying to get to one of those seasonal festivals that was in literally every city and town but instead ended up smack in the middle of some obviously not very festive and dangerous land was anyone's guess. Leave it to her to figure out how to do that without trying and still not know how it happened, preventing the knowledge and experience from being told and spread so others could attempt to accomplish this miraculous feat. It wouldn't have happened if her portal spirit was available. Or any of her flying spirits in general really. It was very rare to have them all busy at the exact same time. One could rationalize that they were celebrating their own festival, but many of her other spirits were still present. And complaining. Apparently she relied on quick travel for so long that she had forgotten how to use her own sense of direction according to them, hence taking a wrong turn.... somewhere.... a very long time ago. Walking from place to place sure was slower than she remembered, especially while wearing a yellow summer dress with heels. Not the smartest choice but she was told to dress in bright colors such as yellow and orange and that was the only outfit she had in those colors! The complaints and criticism of the spirits in her head only made her continuously sigh even more.

While trying to find her way out of that mess of gloomy forest trees, since apparently going back the way she came was not working as well as it should have, Samira picked up on the sounds of music. The volume was low, indicating that it was a bit far away, but the fact that she could hear it brought some relief to the woman. Maybe she wasn't as stupid as she and her spirits thought! There really was one of those festivals way out there! A bit suspicious really considering the location, but it was there! Naturally, the summoner made her way towards where she heard the music. It got louder as she got closer but not by much. There was still quite a bit of distance, but there was a slight change. Festive decorations and lights were all around and even hung on the trees. There was even a sign with an arrow. Samira stopped in front of it and tilted her head curiously after reading it. It was simple and to the point, if not a little vague on certain details. "This way for festival" It didn't specify what kind, if you needed an invite, if those that followed the arrow's direction were really some sort of blood sacrifices for a random solstice god. That was a thing in some stories, wasn't it? Sacrifice some people to plan for good future harvests and safe winter and such? Eh, details. She'd follow it and see what happened. If things turned bad then that would be a major whoops to be added on for the day.

Along the way more arrow signs were spotted and followed until the path became an obvious dirt trail that was decorated. Eventually she came to a sort of invisible barrier that prevented her from moving on. Another sign that pointed to a trough filled with floating apples and water. Above that was another sign that said "Bobbing for Apples." Then another below that with the rules. Samira cringed inside. She was supposed to play that game? Her hair was not prepared to enter a trough filled with water. Her face wasn't either really. Pass. Apple bobbing was not her type of game.

"I'll do it!" Shouted one of the spirit's in Samira's collection, having summoned herself without prompt. Before Samira could react, water splashed from the trough and onto her clothes as the spirit pretty much jumped into the trough to get apples.

"That" Samira began to say, trying to hold in the annoyance she felt from the new situation and now partially wet clothes, "is not how you play that game."

"But I got the apples!" Serqet took a bite from one of them and began to chew and even talk with her mouth full. "And they're delicious!"

'Please let those be poisonous apples. Please.'
'We are never that lucky.'
'Hey guys, don't be so mean. Who else are we going to have to do all the dumb stuff if she dies from eating a poisonous apple? Do any of you want to play that game?'

The response was a unanimous no. Quite frankly, none of them could imagine themselves bobbing for apples. They didn't enjoy looking that ridiculous, or even feeling that way either.

While trying to settle the matter of the first obstacle game, Samira had neglected to read the other sign that was there. It was a warning about certain elementals, sprites, and even something much more powerful being in the surrounding area and that it was very possible to run into them along the way of the path. Because those that set up that particular festival were super special awesome they even made it to where clearing some of them out would also remove the barrier. It made those silly games optional! Like the current one! Another thing she neglected to realize or predict was that she would not be alone in this grand adventure of all adventures. Things were just getting started.

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Samira had been a tad bit distracted trying to explain to Serqet how exactly the Apple Bobbing game really worked. Naturally there were no actual demonstrations else that would mean that she was actually playing, and she had already decided she was not going to do that. Serqet was. She was the one that volunteered and saved the summoner from having to do it herself. Or exploding her way through the barrier. Assuming that worked. She had learned quite a while ago from a long gone friend to just destroy all obstacles by way of making it all go boom if she had to. She didn't have to JUST yet. More importantly, there seemed to be quite a powerful force of magic that seemed to get nearer and nearer. The woman couldn't place it. Not her fault really and certainly it wasn't because she had no idea who the one that signature belonged to was. Samira knew well the name and face. The Silver Wolf guild master and Saint of Courage had her face on magazine's everywhere for quite a while. Probably still did. The reason Samira didn't recognize it was because it had grown exponentially since the last time she was anywhere near the other mage. Probably the day of the dueling festival of sorts where she had watched the match. But really Samira was pretty far away from where that action was. No. The last time she was really in the same room with Leona was probably back during that mysterious Halloween party. But then, who even remembered that event clearly? Certainly not Samira!

So, what did Samira do whenever she felt the power of what was surely a monster that was native to the cursed lands coming closer and closer? Absolutely nothing. She was too busy dealing with one of the goofball spirits! The monster of doom could finish making its way over. She was here to check out the mystery festival. Not monster hunt! Maybe the monster would just make a turn somewhere and get lost. Like she did. But it was not to be. The blonde headed monster had made its appearance in the form of Leona Jarnefeldt. Well, Leona and her three harpies.

Just as Leona had not noticed her though, Samira had also not taken notice of her either. Her spirits hadn't exactly set off the danger alarms and she was too distracted getting a certain spirit out of the apple trough she had jumped right in. It wasn't until she heard the splashing of water that she let go of the struggling spirit, turned around, and blinked. One slow moving blink as her emerald colored eyes stared at the leader of the Silver Wolf guild, who had seemed to plunge her head right into the water while flailing about. "She... certainly gets into the spirit of the game..."

"Uh-huh." Even Serqet, who had playfully dove in herself just moments prior was also blinking and staring in disbelief.

Naturally Samira had thought Leona had purposely gotten into that position and had not considered that it was a natural accident. Still, seeing the other woman playing the game like that made her wonder if she was actually wrong with how the game was played. Maybe you really were supposed to just dive right in there. Samira moved closer to the rules sign and read it over again before looking back at Leona with a silent and awkward stare. Nope. The Apple Bobbing rules had not changed. Well, Samira couldn't be one to judge. Maybe it was some sort of... tactic. Yes, a competitive tactic for the game. That had to be it. Leona was a competitive apple bobber! She had even given it another attempt and had succeeded! A testament to her apple bobbing skills! A skill that Samira would never have since she refused to play the game and would probably be terrible at it. She would respect this skill to the max while standing in front of a professional apple bobbing player.

Samira had taken just a single step forward to approach Leona when she heard splashing from behind her, and then felt water begin to seep through the back of her dress. All a split second before the scorpion-tailed spirit that had been in the apple trough rushed on over while holding an issue of Sorcerer's Magazine, the one with Leona's picture on the cover, and a pen. "Hihi! I'm Serqet!" The hyperactive spirit, who's appearance and name did not exactly seem to completely match her personality, introduced herself with a huge grin while holding out the two items with hope that the Saint of Courage would take them. "Could you sign this for me? I'm a huge fan!" Serqet would look panicked for a moment before looking behind her, then turning back to face Leona and leaning forward a bit. "Just don't tell Samira about this. I think she'd get jealous," she whispered, somehow having the logic that just because she whispered that part that Samira was somehow deaf towards the previous shouting. At least, this would happen assuming Team Leona didn't send Serqet flying to the moon for randomly rushing over the way she had. What sane person, or spirit, does that?

As for Samira, she actually wasn't jealous, but she was a bit displeased that now the back of her dress matched the front side, in that it was a bit wet from all the water splashes. This deserved an apple throw. A mental apple throw with the image of her tossing the apple and sending Serqet to the moon. Why was it mentally done? Because chances were she'd end up hitting Leona or one of the harpy ladies if she actually tried to do it in reality. If they sent Serqet flying themselves out of concern that the scorpion-tailed spirit was going to do something hostile, Samira would do nothing. It was actually a pretty common thing when dealing with that one. Serqet never learned to approach people normally instead of like some crazed hyperactive lunatic.

All of that silliness made it to where Samira had not noticed the other three joining the grand midsummer adventure. Well that and the fact that unlike Leona or herself, they didn't really give off much magical presence. But even normal citizens were like that. It was more of the familiar voice that got Samira's attention. Her mental torture of Serqet popped like a bubble and she was brought sailing down to reality as she looked in the direction of the voice. "You are here too?" It wasn't so much her being rude about it, but it just happened to be the first thing out of her mouth from the surprise of it all. First Leona and now... uh... eh... what was his name? Samira didn't really recall introductions being made the last time they ran into each other. All she knew was that the small reaper didn't like to be called 'Deathy". As for the other two, one was a blonde teenager on the younger side. Although the gender could have gone either way. She wasn't entirely sure. The important factor was that whoever she or he was, it had to be the older sibling of the child that was with the reaper before during the invasion of the Christmas holiday oversized knick knacks. There were similar features and the reaper was with them both. Logic! Clearly it wasn't Ruvel, the God of Ishgar of Resilience. She wasn't entirely convinced that the toddler from before was actually him either. That was just impossible! Right? Ha... haha. Ha. As for the other kid that was running around, Samira did not recognize at all.

Then there was a mention of a present. Another curious thing to hear that made her blink and her surprise and confusion grow a bit more. She never would have thought about getting a present from him. Oh boy! What could it be?! Common sense would have told her it had to be something similar or relating to air freshener. That was the only thing those two had in common the last time they met. Every spirit that currently heard the conversation and could read Samira's thought process groaned. For months they were surrounded by the scent of Winter Spice. Everywhere! How the heck she managed to get it even into their part of the celestial realm was anyone's guess, but it was darn well there! And it was all that small reaper's fault for showing it to her that day!

"You did not have to get me anything," Samira replied, replacing her confused expression with a small smile as she took a few steps towards them to be a bit closer. "But it is nice to see you again." The location possibly could have been a bit better for most, but she wasn't going to complain about that part. The Cursed Lands was apparently a lot more of a happening place than she originally thought.

The blonde headed youth then spoke after being told that both she and Leona were present. It seemed as if a bit of help was required for it as well. Perhaps there was something wrong with their vision? Samira frowned for a moment upon that realization and as he spoke, but she wasn't going to address it. It was probably best not to and she was sure she wasn't the only one ever to do so. "Well it may have been desolate before, but I am now having to change that description. At least for today," Samira became a bit more chipper about it all and her earlier annoyance with her spirit was long forgotten. She had not been the only one to get lost! "Are you going to try and make it to the festival too now that you all are here? I was just about to congratulate Leona and see if she wanted to tag along with me. She has incredible Apple Bobbing skills. I cannot wait to see how well she does in the others if there are more. This will apply to all of you too if you decide to come along."

(Word Count: 1694
948 + 1694 = 2642
1500 used for Event

New WC: 1142)

"Yaaaayyyy!" Serqet whispered in rejoice as the Saint of Courage agreed to sign the magazine for her. It was truly an exciting day. First free apples and now an autograph from the one and only Leona Jarnefeldt. Maybe she'd get super lucky and be able to make an entire collection of Wizard Saint autographs! For now though, she was ecstatic to have the one in her collection. Now she could go back home and annoy brag about it to all of her fellow spirit companions and even the other world entirely. Then she'd be sure to frame it and put it on a wall somewhere for all to see. It was going to be great. Once the signing was complete, Serqet took the magazine back and hugged it close to her chest. "Thank you!" She turned and sped off, dissipating into purple colored particles during the movement. Now the blonde was free to do as she pleased... which hopefully involved getting a new shirt at some point.

Aha! So now Samira had a name to use for the small reaper other than the nickname a spirit had given him the first time they had met. The woman had no issue with the chosen name he preferred others use, even if it wasn't his real name. Many spirits didn't mind either because they simply didn't care. The one that used to call him Deathy though was eye rolling in that protective celestial space of his. Jasper? Seriously? That sounded way too normal and didn't exactly match the fact they were all staring at a four foot tall and some inches reaper. 'What was wrong with Deathy as a nickname? It described him perfectly and even had that cutesy ending to it. Small pokeable things need to have cutesy names. It's a law that's written somewhere.'
'Are you saying that you find him cute and pokeable?'
'For me? That's a no. He's creepy and I am staying here instead of going out there. You're the one that almost poked him the last time. Death by poke. Do I normally look like someone that wants to write something that stupid on a tombstone? So do me a favor and walk away before you get the temptation to-' The sentence was interrupted by Samira's sudden reminder of the cheek poking that she didn't get to do that last time, and the desire to try it again. He naturally picked up on that, as did the others with a heavy sigh. 'Dammit, Samira!'

Thankfully the summoner had resisted the urge to try it again. Just because the temptation was there didn't mean that she was suicidal. The warning was given the last time and she was fully capable of heeding it. Her focus had now gone to her confusion on who the other two were, which was also taken care of rather quickly. The messy-looking child introduced himself as Sato, although the mention of a Yona made her tilt her head in further confusion. Her eyes gave a quick glance around, wondering if she had missed an older girl somewhere but she had seen nothing. Maybe it was just extra information that was given for the sake of it. Children did that at times. "Hello, Sato," Samira smiled and nodded as she replied. Then she focused on the blonde youth and waited for his introduction. "Nice to meet you, Ruvel." Another smile and nod without her even fully realizing the entire introduction. Then the proverbial lightbulb switched on and exploded into pieces. "Eh?!" Her emerald colored eyes widened in disbelief. That had to be a lie or exaggeration! The last time she looked at the records there was a picture of a toddler by that name! Well, she did think that photo was really outdated at one point, but surely the Council wouldn't have accepted such a photo. Maybe. She didn't know. Her mind was blown. "But-" she paused her words, her mind still blank from the destruction of any thought process that was originally there. "I thought..." She looked from Jasper to Sato and then back to Ruvel, clearly confused. Even Leona had walked up and called the blonde male by name. Then as if her thoughts had been picked up on it was explained that the small toddler from before was actually Ruvel. Did it occur to her that it was a spell of some sorts that de-aged him? Of course not. The first thought that entered her head was the opposite. Samira moved closer and leaned in for further inspection with her now wide eyes and gasped. "You grew up so fast!" Not.. quite accurate. Not even close actually. Samira was corrected with Jasper informing her that it was a de-aging curse, and she stood up straight once more. "Oh." Well that made more sense, didn't it? It was likely a more interesting tale as well that she would have to ask about later on. Did she feel stupid about her train of thought? Not even a little.

Unfortunately, the whole mind reading was what the spirits focused on instead. Normally such a thing was impossible. Their own thoughts and voices would have been reached well before Samira's, yet somehow that reaper was able to pass through them unnoticed. They did not think their guard was let down that much while in the presence of allies. Apparently they were either wrong or he was able to get through even all of them combined. Perhaps the missing few was what made it possible for that breach. They would have to investigate and correct the issue at a later point. For now, they would have to deal with the fact that there was no mental protection. Yet another had crossed paths with their summoner that could defy the barriers and protections they had in place. It was so very annoying, and they did not want repeats ever, let alone so soon. The spirits demanded that she tell the small reaper to stay out. They themselves currently had no intention on going out there and starting a fight over it. Samira would have forced them back if they so much as tried and they could feel that. The ones that didn't give a damn about what she wanted were also away or had their links turned off to where they could not tell what was going on. Thank goodness for small miracles. 'That would be rude. He said he has a present for me.' And thus every spirit shook their heads and died inside. Apparently asking for someone to stop reading one's mind was rude if they brought presents. It better be a damn good gift that's for sure.

A portal was then opened by Jasper, and after he instructed Sato to look after Ruvel he stepped through it. Naturally Samira was drawn to it, curious as to where it led. Instead of it being some vague flashes of blinding light the portal was one of those that showed exactly where it led it. Some sort of library it seemed to be. Dozens upon dozens of scrolls and books littered the shelves and even the floor. "Not the cleanest or most organized library, is it?" She thought out loud as she stared into the portal. Well that certainly didn't stop her from wanting to walk right through that portal so she could see what all those scrolls and books were about. Maybe it had some hidden knowledge that was located only in that library space. Then she noticed the bed and sofa. Maybe it wasn't a library. With that thought, Sato had commented that it was actually Jasper's room. Well it being someone's room didn't really make her want to go in any less. It was an open portal. Not like it was closed and locked. But before she could get her chance to just waltz right through it, against the advice of certain spirits and her better judgment, Jasper returned and the portal disappeared, much to Samira's disappointment. She pouted, but she was over it fairly quickly. Maybe next time.

"Oh, thank you. You really did not have to-" Samira had just been about to thank the both of them for the gifts. Both of them had even made the items instead of just purchasing them. Extra effort was involved for something they really didn't have to do. She felt bad about not having done the same. Perhaps she'd make sure she had something prepared for the future. Not that she really knew what Ruvel liked and she doubted Jasper really wanted a lifetime supply of air freshener. For them that'd probably be an eternal amount. Maybe she'd ask around. That was how her thought process worked in those quick moments when she accepted the package and bag. Then it quickly hit her on what Jasper had just said. Her face turned a shade of red as she was reminded of that day. "We do not speak of that! Ever!" While not her fault that Christmas Tree had set a scene that was even more embarrassing and showed more than Leona's drenched shirt taken out of context. People needed to forget that even happened! Samira calmed her comical embarrassed outburst and went back to focusing on the fact that she got anything at all. She wanted to look at everything but uh... with a glance around their surroundings there was that huge reminder that they were standing right in the middle of the Cursed Lands. "You do not mind if I open these later, do you? This is not an ideal present opening location, and I do not want them getting dirty and broken after you both put so much effort into it. You are both very kind so thank you again." Ruvel had even made something for Leona and handed it to her. He really was one to be prepared it seemed. The other woman must have been thrilled to have a nice shirt replacement right when she needed one. There was just one problem and that was the fact the Cursed Lands lacked a dressing room. Well, maybe she could hide behind a tree or something to switch shirts or use her harpy ladies to surround her and act as a visual blockade. Assuming they were fine with her opening them all up later to look at everything, Samira would use a bit of her magic to open a small celestial portal and put the gifts inside where it would then close and disappear. They would be there until she retrieved them.

It was confirmed that Ruvel was indeed blind with further details that he was nearly killed during the event that led to his condition. A most unfortunate thing to happen. She would not press for details, however. If they wanted Leona and herself to know then they would have told them. "Fair enough, Ruvel," Samira commented with an agreeing nod when he made his wishes known that he wanted to be treated normally and not have things toned down on account of his blindness. At his question on if he could tag along though Samira blinked. She didn't really think that he would slow them down at all really. Considering how long it took to get past the bobbing for apples game none of them were exactly rushing to get to the end. "Of course you are welcome to tag along! That is why I asked if you were heading that way. It will be fun! A festival in the Cursed Lands. It is exciting and mysterious and there is no telling what we will find once we reach the real party!" Samira wanted to take the hands of both Ruvel and Leona and lead them through the path as if they were skipping down a yellow brick road. But it seemed her lack of worry was not exactly infectious. Leona had expressed her concerns about the Cursed Lands and potential dangers and Ruvel agreed, but he also agreed that with their combined powers it was highly doubtful that they'd run into anything that they couldn't handle. Then Leona had asked her a question involving the games. Although the fellow Saint seemed bothered. Was she afraid that she'd make Ruvel and herself look bad with her carnival game talent? Well maybe since she mentioned water she was just afraid of ruining the new outfit Ruvel had made her if she changed into it. That made sense and Samira completely understood. The fact Leona almost drowned in an apple trough didn't even register in the summoner's mind. "I do not know." Samira folded her arms over her chest and thought about it. "The only games I can think of at the top of my head are those little water gun games where you shoot at a target. Maybe even the game where you throw a ball at a target and the person connected to said target gets dropped into a water tank. It will not be one of us though so your clothes should be fine. Do not worry." Yes, the clothes were something that Leona was surely and one hundred percent worried about. Not the death by drowning or anything.

Before the group could continue on there was one other matter to take care of. Ruvel had begun to cry, and upon listening to the conversation it had to do with someone he was very fond of romantically. It was a sad situation that seemed more extreme in details than just his blindness preventing him from seeing her. Jasper had asked for advice on how to comfort him but Ruvel was quick to intervene before Samira could say anything. She just stood there and listened quietly until they went on ahead. In truth, she had no way of comforting him. The only advice she had was that if he truly never could be around her again then it was best to just forget about doing so. Keep the memory to cherish and learn from but leave it at that and do not long for more. Samira would respect him for being the rebellious type, though. At least rebellious in this case. He wanted to find and be with her at least one more time. Hiding for what may be forever wasn't exactly living, after all. Not when he wanted more. Although, Samira did have her concerns. Based on that conversation it sounded like someone was trying to find Ruvel. Hopefully his presence would not put that girl in any danger, or hopefully she was very capable of defending herself. Actually, weren't the two of them on a page in one of the magazine issues during Valentine's Day? Samira would have to check it out to be sure of that. For now though, she kept to herself and said nothing. It wasn't any of her business and Jasper knew what was best for Ruvel more than she did. Ruvel also seemed to know what he wanted. There was just nothing for her to add in that wouldn't seem like putting her nose where it didn't belong. Perhaps Leona would have some beneficial input.

If Leona had not changed into the new outfit just yet, Samira would tap her shoulder to get her attention. "You should probably change while the boys are ahead and no one else is around. Although, I can have one of my spirits dry you off rather quickly if you like. Their powers are acting a bit strange today though so there is probably a ninety eight percent chance that you will end up on fire. I do not suppose that you have fire resistant abilities, do you?" Most would have probably said that was an obvious no based on appearances, but in regards to ability and magical prowess Samira was not all that certain. It was possible that Leona was very much fire proof. Her clothes too maybe. Samira forgot to inquire about that which was a bit odd seeing as a burnt shirt was even worse than a soaked one. If the offer was declined, Samira would understand and begin to follow along the path. If Leona had said yes... well hopefully she was fire resistant because there were going to be some flames to make that shirt dry in seconds.

The path continued on until Samira caught up with the others, who had been stopped by another barrier and were waiting. "Another one?" Samira inquired before looking at the game that had been set up as a trial to complete before given access. This party was hardcore. Bottles lined the ground with various colors, with a single golden one. Thankfully getting the golden one wasn't exactly required. They just needed to hit a certain number of points to make the barrier go away. The amount required to gain entry to the next phase was told on the rules sign, as well as the amount each bottle represented with the golden one being an instant vanish of the barrier. Easy enough. "It looks like we are all given four chances. I assume there is a magic cast on this game to prevent cheating. Or I would hope anyway." It was tempting to just cheat by using magic to make the rings fall on the golden bottle. "But these are often usually rigged as well. I will not judge if someone tries that tactic if we fail enough times." Just her putting that out there. Just in case.... Honestly, it would probably be her that attempted it.

"You were here before us, Ruvel, so you can go first if you like." It was probably going to be a difficult game for someone that couldn't see, but who knows? Maybe he had very good intuition and could do it very well like some people being able to do things blindfolded. If he didn't go first and Leona didn't volunteer, then Samira would ask if she wanted to have a turn. That is, assuming no one offered for Samira to go. In which case she would accept the offer. No matter which place she was in line, the outcome would be the same. The woman would grab four of the rings that were on a nearby booth and start to throw them, not really aiming for that golden one that was likely impossible to get, but the ones around it that were also high in points. Two misses and two hits. Not bad, but not great. She would be satisfied for now and step aside to let the others have their turns. If they all managed to hit something then the barrier would vanish and they could move on. If they didn't and they were stuck they could try the game again or cheat. Or go fight something. That worked too.

Either way the next area would be larger than the others since it had one big setup for the dunking game that had the shouting man Ruvel could hear previously, as well as one of those games that tested one's strength. Oh boy!

(Word Count: 3175
New WC: 4317)

The comments made by Jasper continued to be of an annoyance to many of those spirits connected and listening in. The main one communicating especially. Samira mentally cut off the link with that one to prevent any more outbursts or possible actions from being taken that would have made things worse. She was still in her mindset that it would have been rude to demand that Jasper stay out of her mind when he and even Ruvel had made gifts for her. Based on his responses he didn't seem to have much choice in the matter regardless and would have preferred not always having such involuntary access to another's private thoughts. However he was taking initiative to enter the mental conversation instead of remaining quiet and ignoring what had been said. That had taken a breach of privacy even further and was something that she would have to address if they ever crossed paths in the future and that problem still occurred. Thus far for that day she would let it slide. Samira didn't plan on making or participating in any drama. She just wanted to enjoy the festival, assuming of course they ever got to the real party. With all of the barriers around and a severe lack of other people it was possible it was all a prank or a trap. Well, that was to be dealt with later if necessary.

The ring toss game had been done by each of them and they were allowed to move on. With a bit of relief the mind reading issue with Jasper would come to a momentary end. Both he and Sato took their leave. It was unfortunate really. Despite the slight issue she enjoyed the interaction and banter between Ruvel and those two. Samira also liked being told about the curse that had de-aged him some time ago. Naturally she was curious as to the reason of why he didn't want people to know about the glowing, but she could understand him wanting to keep secrets. They didn't know each other all that well, and if she were going to pry it was best that it was not in a public location. If the Cursed Lands could really count as a public setting. It certainly was open enough for eavesdropping ears, she supposed.

In their place was another that seemed to take residence in Ruvel's shadow until called, or she assumed he had been called. He had popped out suddenly while she was waving and saying goodbye to Sato. The newest addition to the party completed the Strength Hammer game with little issue. A proverbial sweatdrop appeared at the side of Samira's head as she smiled awkwardly and watched. Well that certainly made the game look easy, didn't it? He must have been stronger than he looked. It was after that, that Jasper took his own leave in order to take care of some business. Samira waved goodbye to him too but whether he noticed or not was anyone's guess. If the issue was serious enough then probably not.

Regardless, the one known as Amuul led Ruvel back to them and made his introduction by way of telepathy. Samira was quite used to mental voices in her head so that wasn't the surprise really, it was more so that, that was the method of communication used when he was standing right there. Perhaps he couldn't speak normally and was a sort of mute. "Hello there. I am Samira," she greeted warmly with a small wave of her hand since handshakes were likely not good for her health when performing that act with one of his race. "I suppose you prefer telepathy as your form of communication?" Thus far in the few moments he had been around he seemed friendly enough, and very polite. They were all so well mannered actually. It was kind of... eerie now that she thought about it when compared to her own magical team of dysfunctional hooligans.

After she had spoken to greet Amuul though, another voice jumped into the conversation. One that came from the dunking game that was set up not too far off. Apparently an associate of the festival had taken notice of them all and had taken it upon himself to shout out varying insults so they would take notice of him as well. "Excuse me for a moment. I am going to look into that game over there, and see if I can quiet down that noise." While Samira wasn't really one to get angry over petty insults, especially ones that were just for the game, she still didn't approve of it. Surely there had to be a better way to gain interest for a simple game.

She left them to make her way over there without saying another word. Once she approached, Samira got a better look at the one in the tank. Usually it was some man in a sort of swim wear. Or even a type of clown. For this case the one in the tank was dressed in some ridiculous costume that was similar to one of her spirits, but much more... obscene. Was it a way to poke fun at the real Cernunnos? Samira covered her mouth, trying to suppress a giggle that could be the only logical reaction to such a costume that was so similar to her spirit version. Whether as part of the game or real offense, the one in the tank didn't seem to like the laughter. He was supposed to be the one laughing, after all! His comments and insults that followed mattered little to her. She would try this game. There was a booth where a great many buckets of throwing balls were lined up. With a light skip in her steps she grabbed some and went back to standing in front of the tank to have a better view and angle of the bullseye target. One ball was thrown and missed. Then another. The woman was more accustomed with aiming a bow or even a sword than she was with throwing balls. Maybe she'd train in that area for next time. Still though, she could have sworn she had hit the target at least once or twice but the ball just bounced right off. Did she really not throw hard enough? The thought gave her pause as she contemplated if perhaps that game was also rigged for failure. Another insult caught her attention. It would have been ignored entirely if it had not practically been permission for her to cheat. A comment had been made that even with all of her spirits helping her that she would never manage to hit that target and make him fall into the water. Yes, he knew who she was. He knew who all of them were. It was hard to not recognized a trio of Wizard Saints passing by. And so, with that comment, Samira's eyes narrowed, taking it seriously. "Very well." A magic aura lit up around the summoner as all of the spirits currently there gave her a portion of their power for this... game. The man in the tank realized that he was taken a bit more seriously than he would have liked and tried to take it back but it was too late. The next ball was thrown in full magical force, breaking through the enchanted plate of the target, through the wall of the tank, through several trees, and on and on the ball went until it disappeared somewhere in the distance. Needless to say, the game had been won. The man on the board fell into the water. A long overdue punishment.

The barrier containing them in that portion of the festivities vanished. The four trials of Apple Bobbing, The Ring Toss, The Dunk Pit, and The Strength Hammer were complete. Now the true festival was revealed as even more games, booths, and even people were up ahead. Would this end with them all just enjoying themselves? Or would there be more going on with this festival in a strange land? Even the narrator behind this post does not yet know!

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Already Samira was getting to know a great deal about Ruvel and the summons around him. More than she expected to know actually. Not to say that was a bad thing. Information overload was a good thing in Samira's book. The more she could know, the better. Within reason, of course. Not all details of life was something she needed to know, or even wanted to. There were limits. Thankfully she didn't think the two mages accompanying her would step over that boundary. Maybe Leona's harpies since they seemed to be quite the characters, and very similar to some of Samira's more rambunctious spirits. What was a bit surprising to learn was the extent that it took to call forth Jasper, now fully known to her as Oykai. She herself could offer her life energy as a way to summon her spirits if necessary, but never to the point of near death. The only one that could harm her to that extent only used it as threats. Actually going that far would not be beneficial. It was interesting how even though they all had summoning magic as a part of them and had some similarities, they were all still very different in several ways. Would everything she was learning about the two be added to a journal and notebook later? Most certainly. Another one for the massive collection she already had about other things and people.

With all of that put aside during her little game of dunk the jackass, Samira returned to her fellow mages, who had already entered the newly discovered festival. Finally! Now the real reason she was there, which was to experience the festival, could finally get started. The challenges before, while unique and could be considered fun she supposed, were still forced if they wanted to reach the place. That took quite a bit of fun and freedom away from it all. That could all be forgotten now though. The true fun could begin! Although, as Samira looked at the festival and the other people having fun, and took in the smells and sounds around her, she was reminded of another festival she had attended a while back with a close friend. True enough the current one was not her first festival like the other two, the other one had been. With that memory a bit of gloom smacked her in the face, but for the sake of those around her she forced it away and put on that smile again. "Oh, thank you very much," Samira said kindly while taking one of the cones for herself. Not only had he bought ice cream cones, but he also had other sweets in the bag he held. They all certainly were very generous, weren't they? At that rate both she and Leona would become spoiled. Refusing it was not an option though. She didn't want to be rude by rejecting the kindness and generosity. Not unless it was too extreme a gesture anyway and thus far that limit had not been reached.

Samira took a short moment to enjoy the ice cream cone as the others thought about what to do next. Rare was it that she bothered to have the frosty treat, and even if it were just plain old vanilla it was still quite good, especially with the extra flavoring of the strawberry sauce. The sprinkles made her feel like a kid really, but it was a welcomed topping all the same. There was mention of fireworks and a bonfire. That could work. It would give them time to finish off the treats while the firework show went on. Call her a bit selfish but she was enjoying that ice cream way too much to just toss it aside so she could have her hands free to do something else. There was also mention of some rides. That suggestion came with a bit of disapproval from her. One could not eat ice cream while on a ride. Well, they could, but it'd probably be a very messy experience. Her gaze looked over towards some of the more exciting rides. It wasn't hard to find given the screams of those already on them. "Are some of those even safe?" Samira asked, a bit of skepticism in her tone. She herself had been through many dangerous adventures and missions in her life, and it was a good assumption that the other two had as well. Yet rides in a festival was what it took for Samira's danger alarm to go off. Aside from the more high speed and crazy rides though there were slower ones, such as the ever popular ferris wheel and carousel. "If we choose a ride maybe we should start with something a bit slower, and work our way up." Naturally the suggestion came from two things. One she kept imagining pieces of the high speed and whacky rides breaking apart while she was on it, sending her and the others flying to their doom somewhere deep in the Cursed Lands. If the crash didn't kill them then the monsters would feast upon their broken bodies for sure. Not counting the healing magic that she and likely the other two had, of course. That slipped her mind during her exaggerated imaginings. The second reason was the ice cream. She could finish the treat on a slow ride easily. "I am satisfied with the firework and bonfire option too. Should we flip a coin to decide?"

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So ended the conflict of what to do next. Having a blast on the roller coaster was thrown out for it seemed neither of the three Saints would have enjoyed it. Based on what Samira heard from the interactions between Leona and Daphne, it was wise that the blonde woman did not get on it. Throwing up while on a roller coaster was a less than appealing thought, especially for those around the individual on the ride or those down below and near the roller coaster when the inevitable tossing of one's lunch through the upper esophagus occurred. Samira made a mental note to ensure Leona never got on things that were similar to a roller coaster in speed, altitude, and direction if they were to end up meeting in the future and the situation came up.

As for Ruvel, he too was not too thrilled about the roller coaster option. Being off the ground and traveling at a high speed was not his thing, at least, not when riding a quickly constructed festival ride. Moreover, he did not wish to be trapped. That Samira could understand. At a young age she didn't like that feeling either. It was something she had gotten over with experience and time, however. Maybe one day he would too. She didn't question or think much about his change of tone while speaking about it. The simple reasons behind why he didn't want to go on the roller coaster were sufficient enough to convince her. Plus, why ruin the opportunity to skip the rides for now? Now she could slowly finish off her ice cream instead of scarfing it down as quickly as possible like Leona had. If she didn't know any better, the Goddess of Ishgar would have assumed that Leona had thought someone would take away and steal the ice cream right out of her hands with how fast the cone had disappeared. An interesting piece of imagery for her thoughts.

There were more rides to choose from, but there was an agreement that they could always return to the rides later on. The bonfire and fireworks were more interesting to the trio. "It seems so," Samira agreed with the blonde youth, smiling at him while giving a nod. She just hoped that he would enjoy the surroundings despite not being able to see the bonfire or fireworks. Best to think positive though, as someone wise out there had to have said at one point. He seemed to be excited for it, so that had to be enough for her.

Samira followed along with the others silently. For a moment she broke away to grab some napkins from a booth they were passing by and used them to wrap around the cone and clean off any ice cream that had melted onto her hands. That problem was easily solved. Offering napkins to Leona and Ruvel crossed her mind, but Leona had already finished eating her own ice cream cone, and Ruvel had already been led further towards where the bonfire festivity was taking place. That and the writer of this post is unsure if he had finished the cone or not.

A different sort of music started to play in the background as they got closer. The other sounds of the festival started to quiet down as well. Rides were making their final rounds temporarily, and shopping and game booths started to close. Soon, the main bonfire event would start, and it was more than simply standing around watching a flame burn brightly. Many within the festival already knew this and had prepared for the temporarily shut down of everything else. Everyone that cared to see and listen to the event begun making their way as well. Samira took note of this, glancing around as more and more people either passed her or were following behind. "It is a good thing we did not decide to wait in a line for a ride. Everyone is leaving them and going towards the bonfire, including the operators." A shame the operators had also left, else it would be the best time to be in line for a ride since no one else was there to make a line in the first place. "This bonfire must be a more important event in this festival than we gave it credit for." The fact that pretty much the entire festival shut down just for it was testament to that.

As a crowd started to gather around, a pair of women with partially braided long blonde hair and blue eyes took their places in front of the bonfire. Their physical features were identical to the point that it was obvious the two were twins. Though their similarities also went to their clothing as well. Plain white dresses that went past their knees were worn, with only a simple brown belt around the waist. Upon their heads was a simple crown made of white flowers, and that was it for their accessories for they wore not much else, not even on their feet. It was a simple outfit the two had chosen to wear for the summer solstice celebration, and among the rest of those there they did stand out as they should have, for they were part of the festival itself and were part of the performance.

The lighting of the festival began to dim, as many of the magic lacrima lights were being turned off, replaced by lanterns and candles that had their flames providing light within that small area of the Cursed Lands. Aside from the massive bonfire, of course, which seemed to grow in strength as if knowing it was surrounded by mostly darkness. Once it seemed that everyone was settled and had quieted down, the two young women began to speak while also moving in a smooth and graceful way that was almost like dancing.

"We welcome all who have come to join us in this celebration dedicated to what is called the Summer Solstice to most, but to others that of Midsummer."
"We also thank those that have gone through the entry trials to be here at this moment."
"We are known as the Sisters of the Sun, and come from a people that have celebrated and honored this day for many generations."
"We hope our short time together will entertain you, and be remembered until next year, where we will hopefully see you again."
"We have many tales that reign from our heritage and homeland, but first there is something else that must be done."
"We must honor the flame. A tradition that has been passed down to us and we now wish to share with you."
"We ask that you please take a moment, and partake in this ancient tradition."
"We also understand those who wish to not do so."
"We ask that you remain patient and enjoy watching before the fireworks begin."

With that said, more festival workers that were also dressed for the celebration made their way through towards the bonfire, carrying crates that contained small velvet red pouches filled with a sort of powder. The crates were set down on the ground at various points within the bonfire circle. Each person was able to grab their own pouch from the crate and toss in the powder inside onto the flames of the bonfire. The flames would grow stronger for a few seconds after the powder was tossed into it, surging outward and lighting up even more than it already was. With enough of the powder applied, the fire would be strong enough that nothing would be able to put it out until after the solstice ended. During this ancient and yet very simple ritual, the background music would change once more, though it had never been and still was never confirmed on who or what was the source of the music. Nonetheless, the twin women began to sing a song from their homeland, gracefully moving around the bonfire circle and welcoming those that came to honor the midsummer flame.

Samira herself had stayed there throughout the entire speech and even the honor the flame ritual. To her, it was entertaining enough for her to enjoy herself, and it was something that she could add to her journal for sure. Perhaps she'd even write down the lyrics to the song so she would know it for the future and if she ever traveled to where those two were from. If the other two mages and their companions were still present, Samira would turn towards them slightly while walking the steps towards the bonfire center. "I am going to try out this little ritual. I will return shortly." Whether they wanted to participate in it or not she wasn't sure on, but either way she wanted to let them know of her intentions so they wouldn't think that she was completely ditching them. Who knows? Maybe her volunteering to do it would get them to try it as well for funsies.

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Samira had been unaware of the reaction Ruvel was having with the bonfire part of the celebration. It wasn't until the one called Amuul spoke in her mind to tell her not to take part. Strange though that he didn't mention why. Was it just out of concern for the possible dangers of being too close to a giant roaring flame? Or was there something more ominous to it that was far more sinister? They all were, after all, in the middle of the Cursed Lands. That was easy to forget while in the midst of fun. The woman had only paused for a few seconds upon hearing the plea. 'There is nothing to worry about,' she mentally assured the summon and guardian of Ruvel, assuming that he would be able to hear her due to his telepathic abilities. The bonfire ceremony seemed harmless enough and so she didn't worry about it. If there was a mystery to it that put people in danger then getting closer to it would just enable her to put an end to it and save others. Either way was a win. She nodded when the summon replied back that he and Ruvel would be waiting at the Ferris Wheel. 'Very well.' And that was that. Leona didn't seem to be interested in fully participating, but Samira could see that the blonde was still nearby watching the bonfire ceremony. As for herself, she grabbed one of the pouches of powder and followed the others that had stepped ahead of her. The powder from the pouches were tossed onto the flames, and the bonfire replied each time the powder particles touched it. The flames swirled and made sizzling sounds as it absorbed the powder.

Some of the participating individuals danced, and others returned to the crowd. Samira allowed herself to enjoy it for a few moments before she considered that enough time had been spent there. It was time to return to Leona and also meet up with Ruvel to keep him from waiting too long. In her mind, she had also confirmed that nothing strange had happened with the bonfire ceremony. She felt no different nor sensed anything. If there was a danger there then it was very well hidden. Samira had begun to make her exit from the attraction and rejoin the audience, but one of the twin sisters from earlier had stepped onto her path, intercepting and preventing her from continuing on. Well, not unless Samira was the type to shove the woman out of her way. She wasn't. The thought of stepping aside and continuing to her desired area also didn't cross her mind. It was clear the woman had done that purposely and wanted to have a word. The gentle smile as she stared at her was a giveaway, as well as the words she spoke next. "Greetings. You are the one called Samira Nassar? One of the Wizard Saints and Gods of Ishgar?"

"Just Samira is fine. Or Ms. Nassar if you prefer to be formal." Samira confirmed the assumption for the woman. Being referred to by a title wasn't something that she thought was necessary. Her name was all that mattered, especially while in such a public setting where she just wanted to enjoy herself. Everyone were equals there.

"You bless our humble ceremony with your presence, Ms. Nassar," the young woman said with a bow of her head and small curtsy. "Thank you for participating. Some others that were uncertain had decided to follow your example and also honor the flame." Her hand motioned over towards the bonfire, where many more people had indeed taken pouches and joined in on the dancing. Though now the music had become more uplifting since the twins had finished their song. True cultural festival music was playing in the background, and the dancing had also become more fun to watch and do. At least, from what Samira could see from the joy on the faces of those that had joined in since she walked away. "This pleases my sister and I. We were surprised to have someone of your status attend our festival."

"I would be more surprised that anyone at all attended," Samira said back flatly. She didn't mean for any offense or insult. The festival itself was fine. It was the location that bothered her and rose an eyebrow or two. "This location is an odd choice. Most would avoid the Cursed Lands."

"Ah, yes. Many fear this place and what lives here. Many here are those that attend our celebration every year and are of the same faith as us. They follow us and other leaders of our congregation. We held an event in Sin one year. We are not as many as those within your populated cities, but we are still many. They meet others during their travels and invite them to attend our events. This is why you see as many as you do now. I did not realize that you would be attending. Or the other two. To have one attend is a sign of good luck and that we have been acknowledged and rewarded for our faith. To have three indicates that we have been truly blessed."

"I see." Samira didn't really know much about their faith, and she felt that the other woman was highly exaggerating the circumstances. Those thoughts remained in her mind though as she didn't want to cause trouble or worse. It was better to just agree within reason or let it go. "Truthfully I got lost while trying to find a solstice celebration elsewhere. To find one here was the last thing I expected, but I do thank you for the warm welcome. I am enjoying myself thus far."

The twin smiled. "Good. I hope you continue to enjoy all that our celebration has to offer. The fireworks should start soon. You should gather your companions before it does so you can all enjoy it together. I must go now and prepare for the later festivities." She bowed her head and curtsied once more, and then made her departure.

As for Leona, whatever she was doing by that point, she would find that the other woman in the twin pair had found and approached her. "Greetings. You are the one called Leona Jarnefeldt? One of the Wizard Saints?" Asked in the same exact wording and tone as her sister had asked Samira.

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Samira Total: 9167)

The twin that was speaking to Leona stared. Not speaking at first as she respectfully waited for the Wizard Saint to finish her explanation. It was a strange answer to be certain. There was no wrong way to approach the flames unless the intent was to be purposely disrespectful. Leona did not appear to be that type. All she really had to do was mimic the others that were taking part of the ceremony if she was really uncertain. There must have been a much deeper reason on why the blonde refused to take part. The sister would press the topic no further. Like the one that had spoken to Samira, she too needed to make her time conversing with festival guests short so that the firework event could be tended to and organized. "I see," The twin smiled gently as she closed her eyes and nodded. "Your fears are deeper than just the fire itself." Her eyes opened and remained without judgement over the other woman. "Do not worry yourself over such things. This festival is for you and everyone else that has come to celebrate with us. Enjoy yourself without fear of causing offense. The bonfire will be there throughout the rest of this night should you change your mind." The twin dancer then blinked and her attention on Leona wavered for a moment, as if she had heard something. Though, it was something only she could hear. It was the mental call of her sister scolding her for the delay. "Excuse me," The dancer said apologetically with a bow of her head. "I must now go attend to my other duties. I do hope that you are able to enjoy the fireworks much more than the bonfire event. They will begin shortly, but there is no need to rush to the event. They will be able to be seen from anywhere within the festival grounds, and the entirely of the Cursed Lands itself." As soon as Leona made a reply, or chose not to, the dancer would give another respectful nod of her head and wish her well before departing.

At that moment, if Leona was unaware and/or had not reacted towards it beforehand, she would feel a tap on her shoulder. That tap coming from Samira, who had finally managed to leave the bonfire area and was now standing behind Leona to get her attention. "Hello again," Samira greeted cheerfully, though also hoping that she had not startled Leona in any way by approaching as she did. It didn't dawn on her as a possibility until she had already done it. "I have returned just as I said I would." Her head tilted slightly as she looked over towards the direction the twin dancer that Leona had been speaking to went. Curious. They both had been stopped by one. Were they actually  triplets so that one could engage Ruvel as well? A humorous thought. "I see you have kept yourself busy even if you stood on the sidelines to watch." It was just a basic observation regarding the dancer. It was always interesting whenever someone approached her, recognizing her as someone that was considered important or powerful. Those conversations always reminded her of those times when she was very unknown. Someone sure had a sense of humor to line her fate up the way it did.

Her focus left the departing dancer and returned to Leona. "If you are done watching we should probably go check up on Ruvel." Samira had still been unaware of his earlier reaction towards the bonfire ceremony, so her concern wasn't really to make sure that he was alright. It just seemed considerate to meet up with him again after that much time had passed by. "We were told that he would be over by the Ferris Wheel if I recall correctly." The teal-haired woman looked around to see if the attraction could be found from where she was. With most of the bright festival lights still shut off due to the bonfire event, it wasn't as easy as it should have been, but she soon spotted it. "Ah, there it is," Samira stated as she pointed in its direction. An area that was pretty dark, but the shape of the Ferris Wheel could not be mistaken for some misshapen tree. "I do hope everything starts running again soon. I do not know why he would take off towards the dark and closed parts of the festival." It was a bit worrying really, but she was sure everything was fine regardless. Assuming Leona was content to go find the third member of their little trio, Samira would begin to head off towards the Ferris Wheel. Slowly, of course, as there was no need to rush.

If Leona decided to come with her, Samira would find a way to break the silence between the two girls as they walked by asking questions. Because, why not? It was the first time meeting the blonde in person so she may as well get to know her a bit better. "So, Leona, care to tell me anything about yourself? I have read the issue of the Sorcerer's Magazine that you were on the cover of, but beyond what was published there I am afraid that I do not know much about you." Besides her talent at bobbin' for apples, of course. That was something she learned new that day!

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Samira Total: 10,071)