A House, and Heart, Warmed
Jan 22, 2022 13:41:41 GMT
Queen Merla, the Sun-Blessed, Jaezred Vandree, and 2 more like this
Post by Jacinta Montajay on Jan 22, 2022 13:41:41 GMT
Hello! This is just a collection of brief vignettes from the housewarming party held Jacinta. Big thanks to all that participated! It was extremly fun and wholesom. Please feel free view the original party google doc here
Prepping for the party
Jacinta was very excited for the party. But also extremely nervous. This was her first party in her new house. The ambiance has to be perfect. “Alright, tables outside?”
Hackniss motioned around the empty dining room. “Check”
“Picnic blankets?” Jacinta asked, not looking up from her checklist.
Selkie quickly sped outside, mountain of blankets in her hands. “Check” She called through the window.
“Archery targets?”
“Check” The scouts responded, trying to make sure each target was in line with the others.
“Bonfire supplies? Punch bowl? Ceremonial turtle?
“Check. Check. Whaaaaa?”
Opening Ceremony
An assortment of folk round Jacinta’s modest home. In front of an evergreen door is a chain of honeysuckle, symbolically barring entry.
“Thank you all so much for coming to my housewarming party. I moved to Kantas because I felt restless. And honestly, I only felt more lost after getting here. Especially when that black dragon literally…uh….unalived… one of my new companions and knocked me unconscious. But I was put back on my feet by a kindly bard.
Since then, I’ve gone on some pretty wild adventures and have met some of the finest people in the land. Thank you all for sharing some of my greatest moments. Thank you for your friendship. And thank you for being here today. This is the place where I belong. And as long as it's standing, the door will always be open to all of you. Hackniss, would you please do the honors…”
Hackniss holds up the family’s newest member, a box turtle named Slow Poke. The turtle gingerly bites into the flowers, severing the chain and commencing the festivities.
Archery competition
As Jaezred’s bolt sinks slightly closer to the bullseye than Jacinta’s arrow, he looks over and smirks. The unspoken “Aren’t you an expert?” clear in his eyes.
Jacinta tilts her head and gives a low whistle, summoning Jaezred’s downfall. Aster bounds away from the other pets and immediately tackles the drow, smothering him with dog kisses.
“Call off your beast!”
Jacinta holds a hand to her face, eyes wide in mock horror. “Oh no, my lord. How undignified. If only he understood common…” Jacinta sends him a little wink and walks off to congratulate Whistler on his much deserved win.
Hide and seek
Igrainne stands with her arm crossed, righteous indignation clear on her face. “Listen, Find the Dragon is a hider’s game. Seekers will always have a disadvantage.”
“That sounds like something a loser would say.” Wren smirks, infuriating their drow friend even more.
“Fine, let’s swap then. If you’re so good, should be an easy win, right?”
~
Wren throws their hands in the air. “It’s a hider’s game, okay. It sets the seekers up to fail.”
“Sorry, can’t hear you over the sound of my glorious win.”
Merry Making
What follows the rather serious Find the Dragon game can only be described as the height of merriment. BB leads a wreath making workshop. Participants twist wintery flora into beautiful wreaths that will adorn every corner of Jacinta’s home. This also leads to a round of flower crown construction.
Veridian and Merla entertain the party with an unparalleled magical showcase. The scouts (and most of the adults) watch in awe. This opens the door for all manner of magical delights including the summoning of puppies, magical toy fabrication, magical pranks courtesy of Lord Vandree, and so much more.
The laughter and running naturally transition into music making and dancing, causing all to work up a hearty appetite. Dinner consists of a potluck, most guests having brought a dish or two. More music is played, though slightly more subdued. The warm emotions are made manifest in the form of a bonfire. Flames are twisted and their colour changed. Stories are told. Marshmallows are roasted.
All Things Must End
Jacinta looks around the bonfire, facing glowing from the joy and warmth. Will this house ever know such joy again? Her eyes find the children chasing each other merrily around the yard. Yes, easily.
Her eyes linger on Hackniss and a brief moment of melancholy sweeps in. She’ll have to live here all alone one day. My life is a blink of an eye to her. Jacinta looks at all of her amazing friends. Relationships forged on wild adventures in this wonderful land. This moment is but a heartbeat for some of them, but everything to me. Will they remember this night in a hundred years?
Perhaps sensing her twist in mood, Aster abandons his mission of trying to bury Jasper in the soil to amble over and puts his head on Jacinta’s lap. The scent of chamomile and larkspur washes over her, instantly calming. She put her forehead on his, a silent thank you. We must not linger on the sadness. We must live in the joy of this moment and embrace it with gratitude.
It is in this moment of renewed jubilation, Jacinta notices two figures just outside of the bonfire’s glow. They are standing near the side of her home, curiosity and trepidation evident on their faces. One figure appears to be a grey tiefling with long purple dreads. The other, a mostly masked half orc. The tiefling points at Jacinta briefing, nodding to the slightly taller half orc. Jacinta takes this as her cue to head over.
The first thing she notices is that these two are very tall, easily twice her height and a bit more on top of that. The second is that the tiefling looks young; older than Whistler (in human equivalent years) but younger than Wren. Do I know these people?
“Welcome! Thank you so much for dropping by.” Jacinta says, trying to overcome the strange feeling of wrong footedness. “Umm…, I’m sorry, but I don’t remember your names, friends. Have we met before?”
The tiefling places a hand on their chest. “I’m Vox. This is my…pibling?”
“No. Don’t call me that. Thanks.” The Half-Orc immediately responds.
“Okay, this is Itzal. They occasionally act like a mother hen around me. Better?” Vox holds out a letter with familiar handwriting on it. “And you’re Jacinta. You look a lot like your sister. She asked me to give this to you.”
Jacinta takes the letter and immediately recognizes her sister’s handwriting. She carefully opens the still sealed envelope.
Jacinta,
I hope you are well in Kantas. The letters you send bring me such joy. I am glad you’ve found a home, a piece of the world just for you.
I know not all are quite so lucky. Voxovan is in a bit of a bind. She’s lived a difficult life and is currently in debt to some sort of dragon. With your history, I was hoping you could help them. And maybe make a friend in the process.
Be well, know peace,
~Rowan
Jacinta looks up at her two new guests.
“So, you wanna know about dragons?”
~fin~
Prepping for the party
Jacinta was very excited for the party. But also extremely nervous. This was her first party in her new house. The ambiance has to be perfect. “Alright, tables outside?”
Hackniss motioned around the empty dining room. “Check”
“Picnic blankets?” Jacinta asked, not looking up from her checklist.
Selkie quickly sped outside, mountain of blankets in her hands. “Check” She called through the window.
“Archery targets?”
“Check” The scouts responded, trying to make sure each target was in line with the others.
“Bonfire supplies? Punch bowl? Ceremonial turtle?
“Check. Check. Whaaaaa?”
Opening Ceremony
An assortment of folk round Jacinta’s modest home. In front of an evergreen door is a chain of honeysuckle, symbolically barring entry.
“Thank you all so much for coming to my housewarming party. I moved to Kantas because I felt restless. And honestly, I only felt more lost after getting here. Especially when that black dragon literally…uh….unalived… one of my new companions and knocked me unconscious. But I was put back on my feet by a kindly bard.
Since then, I’ve gone on some pretty wild adventures and have met some of the finest people in the land. Thank you all for sharing some of my greatest moments. Thank you for your friendship. And thank you for being here today. This is the place where I belong. And as long as it's standing, the door will always be open to all of you. Hackniss, would you please do the honors…”
Hackniss holds up the family’s newest member, a box turtle named Slow Poke. The turtle gingerly bites into the flowers, severing the chain and commencing the festivities.
Archery competition
As Jaezred’s bolt sinks slightly closer to the bullseye than Jacinta’s arrow, he looks over and smirks. The unspoken “Aren’t you an expert?” clear in his eyes.
Jacinta tilts her head and gives a low whistle, summoning Jaezred’s downfall. Aster bounds away from the other pets and immediately tackles the drow, smothering him with dog kisses.
“Call off your beast!”
Jacinta holds a hand to her face, eyes wide in mock horror. “Oh no, my lord. How undignified. If only he understood common…” Jacinta sends him a little wink and walks off to congratulate Whistler on his much deserved win.
Hide and seek
Igrainne stands with her arm crossed, righteous indignation clear on her face. “Listen, Find the Dragon is a hider’s game. Seekers will always have a disadvantage.”
“That sounds like something a loser would say.” Wren smirks, infuriating their drow friend even more.
“Fine, let’s swap then. If you’re so good, should be an easy win, right?”
~
Wren throws their hands in the air. “It’s a hider’s game, okay. It sets the seekers up to fail.”
“Sorry, can’t hear you over the sound of my glorious win.”
Merry Making
What follows the rather serious Find the Dragon game can only be described as the height of merriment. BB leads a wreath making workshop. Participants twist wintery flora into beautiful wreaths that will adorn every corner of Jacinta’s home. This also leads to a round of flower crown construction.
Veridian and Merla entertain the party with an unparalleled magical showcase. The scouts (and most of the adults) watch in awe. This opens the door for all manner of magical delights including the summoning of puppies, magical toy fabrication, magical pranks courtesy of Lord Vandree, and so much more.
The laughter and running naturally transition into music making and dancing, causing all to work up a hearty appetite. Dinner consists of a potluck, most guests having brought a dish or two. More music is played, though slightly more subdued. The warm emotions are made manifest in the form of a bonfire. Flames are twisted and their colour changed. Stories are told. Marshmallows are roasted.
All Things Must End
Jacinta looks around the bonfire, facing glowing from the joy and warmth. Will this house ever know such joy again? Her eyes find the children chasing each other merrily around the yard. Yes, easily.
Her eyes linger on Hackniss and a brief moment of melancholy sweeps in. She’ll have to live here all alone one day. My life is a blink of an eye to her. Jacinta looks at all of her amazing friends. Relationships forged on wild adventures in this wonderful land. This moment is but a heartbeat for some of them, but everything to me. Will they remember this night in a hundred years?
Perhaps sensing her twist in mood, Aster abandons his mission of trying to bury Jasper in the soil to amble over and puts his head on Jacinta’s lap. The scent of chamomile and larkspur washes over her, instantly calming. She put her forehead on his, a silent thank you. We must not linger on the sadness. We must live in the joy of this moment and embrace it with gratitude.
It is in this moment of renewed jubilation, Jacinta notices two figures just outside of the bonfire’s glow. They are standing near the side of her home, curiosity and trepidation evident on their faces. One figure appears to be a grey tiefling with long purple dreads. The other, a mostly masked half orc. The tiefling points at Jacinta briefing, nodding to the slightly taller half orc. Jacinta takes this as her cue to head over.
The first thing she notices is that these two are very tall, easily twice her height and a bit more on top of that. The second is that the tiefling looks young; older than Whistler (in human equivalent years) but younger than Wren. Do I know these people?
“Welcome! Thank you so much for dropping by.” Jacinta says, trying to overcome the strange feeling of wrong footedness. “Umm…, I’m sorry, but I don’t remember your names, friends. Have we met before?”
The tiefling places a hand on their chest. “I’m Vox. This is my…pibling?”
“No. Don’t call me that. Thanks.” The Half-Orc immediately responds.
“Okay, this is Itzal. They occasionally act like a mother hen around me. Better?” Vox holds out a letter with familiar handwriting on it. “And you’re Jacinta. You look a lot like your sister. She asked me to give this to you.”
Jacinta takes the letter and immediately recognizes her sister’s handwriting. She carefully opens the still sealed envelope.
Jacinta,
I hope you are well in Kantas. The letters you send bring me such joy. I am glad you’ve found a home, a piece of the world just for you.
I know not all are quite so lucky. Voxovan is in a bit of a bind. She’s lived a difficult life and is currently in debt to some sort of dragon. With your history, I was hoping you could help them. And maybe make a friend in the process.
Be well, know peace,
~Rowan
Jacinta looks up at her two new guests.
“So, you wanna know about dragons?”
~fin~