- 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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