just so you know, some secrets were meant to be told; Who: Everyone. What: Festival celebrating the founding of New Alexandria. When: Saturday, April 18th. From 1 pm to 2 pm, the parade will be showing. Right after that, the festival will begin, but the majority of it will happen at night. Where: Parade and festival will be held along the central part of the Uptown district. Warnings: tba.
The faint smell of ash clogged the air, with the giggles of children and the mutterings of their parents drifting alongside with it. There was the usual noise of a crowd, a sort of silent, yet constantly buzzing hum that consisted of many voices waiting to be heard at once. A contained energy seemed to take hold of the people, as they hovered closely to the streets, unable to tear their eyes away from the horizon in a small dash of hope that the parade would start soon.
Imogen sat on a balcony above the heads of the people, a story high from the world with her legs properly crossed and her hands peacefully placed on her lap. Her gaze never left the crowds, people tightly packed together, as if huddling close to one another would be the only way to witness the parade. Miniature firecrackers crackled on the street, cheap entertainment compared to what everyone was waiting for, but the crowds sighed from the burst of radiant color, a ripple of movement flowing through as if they were swayed by an invisible wind.
A red balloon slowly drifted towards the sky, finally released from being grounded and continued its journey, lazily floating upward. Then like sunflowers taking notice of the sun, everyone craned their heads to watch the balloon, as did Imogen, but she returned her gaze back to the ground again, for she certainly couldn't be considered a sunflower. A scarecrow, perhaps.
The radio that she had placed on the ground next to her crackled to life, a raspy voice reporting in to assure her that everyone was in their place. Just then, the crowd suddenly exploded with energy much like a firecracker itself, everyone leaning forward in perfect unison as the parade rounded the corner and came into view. People's faces beamed with happiness.
"There's a lot of things that can go wrong with this," Was what Imogen replied into the radio. The voice on the other line stayed silent. "So many things." A dead body with a lovely Oleander flower pressed into its skin could easily attest to that.
Even with the scarecrows out on duty, the birds still came to play. And they always dressed like flowers.