THE TANABATA FESTIVAL

[goldless]

[ It's a breezy summer day on Isle Bermuda. There are gulls crying, a few lazy clouds, and plenty of sunshine with a cooling wind.

Today also happens to be a special event! It's time for Tanabata, and seemingly out of nowhere, a thicket of bamboo has sprung up in the trees near the shoreline. Speaking of the beach, a festival seems to be underway; there are lanterns strung up, fresh food, and plenty of goat-people selling fresh food and games.

The festival goes long into the evening, so don't miss it!

The tradition of Tanabata, as you will notice, is to write a wish on a tag and hang it from a bamboo tree. So make a wish and hope for the best! ♥ And what's this? A mysterious, female voice is drifting along, carried by the wind; ]

The bamboo leaves rustle,
shaking away in the eaves.
The stars twinkle
on the gold and silver grains of sand.
The five-colour paper strips
I have already written.
The stars twinkle,
they watch us from heaven.

Comments

[emptyguardian]

...a quil.

[free_lancer]

It's not like I don't know what a pen is, it's just that in my time, quills were used.

[emptyguardian]

Still, that's...very odd. Can't imagine it would be good for writing on these either.

[free_lancer]

Well, I've never written on a little slip like that either.

[emptyguardian]

Eh.

[shrugs]

[free_lancer]

Dropped the line of questioning easily.

[emptyguardian]

Doesn't bother me that much.