Kiernan Manley (wingsofwyverns) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-24 19:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !plot: founders festival, kiernan manley, magnolia paget |
Who: Kiernan and Mag
What: Founder’s Festival
Where: Around Emillion
When: BACKDATED: Days 1 and 3 of Founder’s Festival
Rating: PG13ish (Swearing, mentions of male crossdressing)
Status: Complete!
It had been a long time since Kiernan had been in town for the Founders Festival. The past couple of years, he’d been visiting his father instead; before that, he was on duty; and before that, he purposely avoided the city during the festival. That wasn’t to say that in all that interim he had never been, just that Kiernan couldn’t recount the last time he had taken the time to come. Maybe it was the spring before he met Lucy. And though he had spent most of the day in the guildhall instead of out and about enjoying the festivities, he made sure to come out for the highlight of the first day: the fireworks. And he couldn’t have asked for better company. Kiernan had a blackberry beer in his hand, and he glanced at Mag with a grin, raising it to toast. “To a hell of an upcoming weekend,” he said. In response, she grinned and raised her own glass--in a deviation from her usual preferences, she too had gone with flavored beer (strawberry in her case). "I'll drink to that," she said, and did. "May it include my rise to stardom as champion of the races, our mind-blowing victory against the Riskbreaker, and a ridiculous but entertaining use of our prize money." Like them, many other citizens had gathered after the first day of the festival to watch the fireworks. A stroke of luck had allowed them to find a relatively unclaimed area further up the hill than many bothered to trek, and no doubt the descent would be daunting, but for the time being they could sit on the grass and put those concerns out of their minds. “We’ll be the most famous pair in all of Emillion by the time the festival’s done,” Kiernan agreed with a laugh. “As for the prize money, well, there’s never any shortage of alcohol. And where there’s alcohol, there’s entertainment. And where there’s entertainment, there’s us. Or we could take our show on the road, with that much gil.” She laughed and shook her head. “Away from Emillion? Never. There would be riots in the streets. People petitioning the King to bring us back. Besides,” she leaned back to rest on the grass, “I like it here.” Kiernan glanced over at her and grinned. “So do I.” Kiernan waited for the scavenger hunters to disperse before he gave Mag his congratulations, or so was his plan. The vultures were relentless and numerous. His patience lasted for all of what felt like hours, though in reality it was probably more like a few minutes. He pushed past the hoard, and some made angry protests at him (“Wait your turn!”) while others tried to shove him away with elbows. He paid them no heed and came at Mag’s side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pressing a firm kiss to the side of her head. “Congrats, you,” he said. “Knew you could do it.” Right after the race, Lav's appearance had helped disband the crowd of scavenger hunters, but as soon as he had left (fleeing from Eris, a nightmarish vision in the crowd) the vultures had descended upon Mag once again, and she had been trying to deal with them as best as she was able. They had to relent at some point, she assumed, but in the meantime she was too elated about her recent win to become annoyed by their well-meaning persistence. Still, the respite was welcome, and she let Kiernan drag her away from the crowd. Her arm around his waist, she said, "Thanks. I wasn't sure myself until the very end. The guy who placed second is Fee's friend who beat us at dice last year, by the way." She grinned, thinking of the dress (still she maintained there was something to be said for men in heels, though Lav's look of horror upon seeing Kiernan had been far more amusing than the outfit itself). “That guy?” Kiernan laughed; there was no ill will to his voice. The lost bet had resulted in one of the most interesting nights of his life and ranked among the most enjoyable. “Thought he seemed familiar. Think I need to dress up again? He missed it the last time.” “I don’t know that he’s losing any sleep over that, but hey, why not? You’ll be the prettiest girl at the Festival.” Laughing, she blew him a kiss. “A sight to see,” said Kiernan; then, in the affected accent he spoke with on his birthday, “I will be the talk of all of Emillion.” "Yes, you will, darling," she said, amused. "Yes, you will." |