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

[hersaga]

The lack of safety features in today's transportation is terrible.

[Sigh. Pace.]

Hrmmm... Well... I guess we (and by we I mean you) can sew the parachutes together to make a raft, like those guys did that one time.

[across]

... Perhaps shouting our wishes into the aether is a more plausible option, after all.

[hersaga]

Certainly we should explore every avenue and possibility available to us. One of them's bound to work eventually.

[across]

I feel I should let you know I have discovered numerous plane wrecks dotted around the island, as well. I, Elgala, do not think help is on the way.