Onderon, Inner Rim
OOC Note: Open to all factions
The agricultural village of Gramsby had been chosen for this year's harvest festival, situated just 3.22 kilometers outside of the planet's capital Iziz. Holding it in Iziz had been out of the question, as the city was still under construction following the Battle of Onderon. Gramsby's native farmers, skeptical and dogged by nature, were reluctant of off-worlders traipsing through their homes, but in the end they'd been persuaded and assured that security would be vigilant.
Old-fashioned lanterns, more ambient than constructive, and jack-o'-lanterns lit the dirt path that wound from Iziz to the countryside village. Carriages led by Tee-mussess stood waiting to trasport off-worlders, if they weren't inclined to stretch their legs and take in the cool night air. Once they reached the village, they would find that its cobblestone streets were already packed with festival goers, aglow with wax candles, paper lanterns, and orange and yellow strung lights. There were shooting galleries, corn mazes, and food stands. Ale and smoked meats were the predominant scents that hung in the air, and the sound of live music, drifting from an amphitheater with live entertainment and dancing could be heard over the chatter and laughter.
Princess Reyna was situated where she was supposed to be—mingled amongst the populace and dressed as if she were one of them. In plain view, and yet concealed, her plainclothes body guards watching her from the shadows. It was an Onderon tradition that the first festival goer to recognize her would be rewarded a prize, should they accept and pass the challenge she issued, and would have good fortune in the season to come. Typically, it was children that recognized her first, eyes wide and eager, except for when Cassian beat them to it. Tonight, it was anyone's guess.
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