carefully now - arts and flower festival human au

[MICHAEL!]

It had been a long while since Michael had seen a venue as beautiful as this one and, honestly, the more that he thought about it, the more confident he was in it being the best. He had obviously seen the name of the place listed on the job listing. He'd skimmed over the 'Windy's Garden and Arts Center' at the top of the Indeed post and figured it'd be some kitschy little thing, a gazebo stuck in a cement plot filled with raised garden beds or like, some slightly soccer field somewhere. He'd never expected the beauty that laid itself out before him.

He'd driven out concerningly further than expected, grimacing when he saw the long-off arrival date on his maps app, and feeling dread when he started to soar past endless expanse of moorland. There were a few farmhouses here and there but, overall, it seemed like he'd be singing his little broken heart out for farmer 1, 2, 3, and the diner waitress. He was relievingly surprised when he came up on a cute town, chock full of local art, murals, and classic looking buildings. There weren't any of those awful modern, square, gray industrial buildings, just some newer looking, but still cute, townhouses.

He'd continued for a good fifteen minutes before he got to where he was meant to be and wow, when he says he feels blown away? he truly means it. The venue was an endless expanse of colourful wildflowers and tall grasses, swaying under the pressure of a gently blowing breeze. He didn't know where to look. He only had two eyes and he felt like he needed at least six. There were some lovely tents, tables, and a small stage set up toward the front of the field, set amongst pebble pathways and well trimmed grass. The sun was overhead but not beating at them, the protective early spring chill keeping it from getting overly warm. The grass was still damp from the heavy morning dew, it would leave your pants soaked if you walked through it for too long, and the flower petals dislodged by it fluttered up and into the distance. There was a very lovely amount of people already gathered, chatting amongst themselves and waiting for the event to begin.

Michael didn't want to disappoint. He unloaded his equipment, ran through a quick sound-check and got himself ready to go. " Hello, hello! " The mic screeched as he began talking, prompting all in attendance to wince and turn their heads away for a moment. Michael chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans before continuing his speal. " My name is Michael! I will be your event host today. It is absolutely wonderful to see all of your smiling faces this afternoon. As you have likely already seen, there are multiple arts and craft stalls set up around the venue, of which you are more than welcome to partake in. There is a bouquet and wreath making workshop happening in.. " He had to stall to pull his schedule out, seeing when the various workshops would start. " It is happening in just under an hour! We have some tasty snacks and beverages available for nearly nothing, some performers taking the stage throughout the day, and then when the kids head to bed, the beer garden and karaoke is starting up! I hope you all have a wonderful time. I will be here to answer any questions! "

Vendors were beginning to set up or, in actually most cases it seemed, already chatting with potential customers. There was an assortment of food, home-made goods, and really the general things you'd see at a small town market. Michael was already thrilled to see how this turned out.​

 

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Ellisif appreciates a party like any other extroverted social drinker, but in the realm of arts and crafts, he is...out of his depth. He is an admirer of paintings, sculptures, and the practice of carving with chainsaws, but to participate himself using flowers— it will be a new experience, and one Sunnvar is responsible for. For the children, he'd said, as though that interested gleam wasn't in his eyes. He isn't fooling Ellisif in the least.

Michael, their event host, seems quite anxious if his mannerisms are to be trusted, but enthusiastic nonetheless. "Karaoke and drinking," he says lowly to his husband once Michael's introduction is over. "A memorable night we don't want to remember?" Mouth quirking, he adjusts the strap of his sundress before glancing over at their children, his dearest of gifts. "What shall we do first, heartlings? We ate an hour ago, so let's try to manage at least another before unleashing you on the food stands."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 41 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[SUNNVAR]

It is true that he was, perhaps, not thinking entirely of his children when they chose to come here today. They were not the most traditional of creatures. They were not here with baskets of fresh bread or gender roles to fulfill. Neither would his kids be brought up with them. Indeed, his mind had thought mostly of his eldest son and himself when he heard of wreaths and bouquets. (Even if Sunnvar's mind had strayed to Ellisif's hair braided with wildflowers, a halo of life befitting someone so wholly vibrant himself.) His arm wraps loosely around his partner's shoulders, the jewelry braided into his own hair jangling faintly with the motion. His fingers tangle loose strands of hair. "Hardly so far different from any other outing with the two of us," he teases lightly. Sunnvar's unoccupied hand snaps once, twice, with a click of his tongue to show excitement rather than command. "Come, there must be more to sell than food." Not that he would begrudge his children another treat if they asked nicely enough. "Let us take a look around before the workshops open."

⋆°•☁︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ╱╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝗕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 〚 02.11.2024 〛 𖤓

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  SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN.   ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES

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