Post by ShadowReine on Jan 29, 2009 20:34:26 GMT -5
Everything was ready.
The Hold's cooks and bakecrafters brought from outside were all set for feasting and merriment.
Two ensembles, multiple soloists and an entire choir of Apprentices had come from Harper Hall.
On the landward edges of the beach Ista traditionally used for its Gathers were tents and stalls. Every Craft that dealt in salable goods was represented, as were traders, peddlers and cotwives with hobbies of weaving or beading.
A wooden dance floor had been set up, with a dais nearby for the musicians. A field a little further inland had been marked out for runner races and foot races, not to mention targets for archery and throwing contests.
Of course, a different field had been set aside...well screened from the picket lines o runners and bovines...for the inevitable visitors from the Weyr, extending down to the sand so draconic attendees could enjoy sun and water.
Lord Lorris, bent by age but not broken stood by the Harpers' dais. His heir Lorel stood next to him with his wife.
In a clear voice that carried surprisingly well, "I declare this gather OPEN!"
OOC: Please make separate threads for your personal Gather activities. I can't follow everything if it's all in one!
The Hold's cooks and bakecrafters brought from outside were all set for feasting and merriment.
Two ensembles, multiple soloists and an entire choir of Apprentices had come from Harper Hall.
On the landward edges of the beach Ista traditionally used for its Gathers were tents and stalls. Every Craft that dealt in salable goods was represented, as were traders, peddlers and cotwives with hobbies of weaving or beading.
A wooden dance floor had been set up, with a dais nearby for the musicians. A field a little further inland had been marked out for runner races and foot races, not to mention targets for archery and throwing contests.
Of course, a different field had been set aside...well screened from the picket lines o runners and bovines...for the inevitable visitors from the Weyr, extending down to the sand so draconic attendees could enjoy sun and water.
Lord Lorris, bent by age but not broken stood by the Harpers' dais. His heir Lorel stood next to him with his wife.
In a clear voice that carried surprisingly well, "I declare this gather OPEN!"
OOC: Please make separate threads for your personal Gather activities. I can't follow everything if it's all in one!