[Open Mingle] End of Summer Lucky-Pot

[darkestbefore]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
When: September 22nd
Where: Cnoc Áine
What: It is the final day of Summer and the first day of Fall so the Temple of Áine, the Irish Goddess of Summer, throws one last picnic to bid her season farewell. All are welcome, as long as they bring a dish for the lucky-pot potluck.


[ To celebrate the final day of Summer, the Temple of Áine has gone all out, decorated in vibrant shades of red and gold that already accent the hint of leaves that are changing outside the temple grounds. Although inside the walled temple, it still seems like a beautiful summer day, the leaves on the trees still a bright vibrant green. The picnic is set up in the large orchard that spreads within the temple, the trees' boughs heavy with brightly-hued apples of every flavor and crispness.

Blankets and tables are scattered beneath the trees and in the clearing at the center, several long tables are set up to be filled with dishes brought by guests. Yona has supplied some of it herself, with the help of some friends. Several roasts, carefully sliced and carved for guests. A large platter of corn still on the cob. Several types of breads, seasoned with fruits or vegetables from the summer seasons or the harvest. And apples, of course - those seem to be here and there and everywhere; in pies, sliced and paired with peanut butter or caramel or other dips, made into a buttery spread for the loaves of bread. No matter what people bring to add to the potluck, there will be plenty of food to go around, as well as wine and ciders generously offered to go with it.

There is music playing in the background, just to set the mood or for people to dance to, and the pools of water are still warm enough for people to take a soak or swim in. And when the sun sinks and the sky darkens and the air grows a little cooler, a large bonfire is lit, with hot cocoa passed around and the makings for s'mores set out for anyone who wants to have a little dessert after their feasting. One last offering to a fading summer until it comes around again. ]

Comments

[impetuouswind]

[It's fascinating, and Temeraire, after a moment, tips it gently onto the damp grass at the pool's edge so that he can earnestly guide it back and forth and in little circles.

What an excellent toy. He'll have to keep it.]

[priforprince]

[ The goat obligingly turns in circles. The goat then apparently takes a page out of somebody extra's playbook and starts turning in figure eights, but still follows Temeraire's instructions.





At a distant temple, somebody extra covers her mouth with her hand. Motion sickness... ]

[impetuouswind]

[A few more tight little figure-eights, and Temeraire hooks a claw through the goat's legs again and picks it up, swinging from his claw-tip, to dangle right next to his eye for a close look. He raises his voice, looking around.]

Is this goat anyone's?

[Last call! If no one answers, Temeraire's definitely keeping it.]

[priforprince]

[ The owner of the goat is miles away hunched over the arm of her sofa. The goat itself swings placidly, so as not to jostle itself free from this precarious position.

Temeraire has himself a goat! ]