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alt_sinistra) wrote2012-02-19 01:31 pm
alt_sinistra) wrote2012-02-19 01:31 pm
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Frost Faire
I’d say I can’t believe I managed to miss coming before this, but that’s not true: I know perfectly well how it happened. I’m so glad I got ahead on my work, so that I’ve been able to enjoy a day or two of the festivities with an entirely clear conscience.
We started yesterday by a walk through the Faire. I got on skates for the first time since my Hogwarts days, and had forgotten how fun it is. (Though my ankles gave out sooner than I’d have liked.) We spent much of the afternoon wandering through the stalls and other spaces, and I’m equally amazed at the range of wares, the many different small performing groups, and how everything comes together.
The masked ball last night was stunning - the range of masks, and designs were almost overwhelming. I saw one stunning one designed for Ceres, I think, that had across the bottom a field of grain swaying in the wind, with a butterfly flittering across, then disappearing off the edge of the mask and eventually returning, like a perfect late summer afternoon. And a Flora mask, where the flowers budded and blossomed in an endless cycle from spring through summer.
This morning, I had a most enjoyable time in one of the Roman baths they’ve set up. We’re currently waiting for the Terence play to begin - it’s supposed to be very funny - and I’m enjoying watching the little circulating arts groups. There’s a nimble acrobat, and some excellent singers, and I understand at intermission, we have an avian ballet to look forward to.
We started yesterday by a walk through the Faire. I got on skates for the first time since my Hogwarts days, and had forgotten how fun it is. (Though my ankles gave out sooner than I’d have liked.) We spent much of the afternoon wandering through the stalls and other spaces, and I’m equally amazed at the range of wares, the many different small performing groups, and how everything comes together.
The masked ball last night was stunning - the range of masks, and designs were almost overwhelming. I saw one stunning one designed for Ceres, I think, that had across the bottom a field of grain swaying in the wind, with a butterfly flittering across, then disappearing off the edge of the mask and eventually returning, like a perfect late summer afternoon. And a Flora mask, where the flowers budded and blossomed in an endless cycle from spring through summer.
This morning, I had a most enjoyable time in one of the Roman baths they’ve set up. We’re currently waiting for the Terence play to begin - it’s supposed to be very funny - and I’m enjoying watching the little circulating arts groups. There’s a nimble acrobat, and some excellent singers, and I understand at intermission, we have an avian ballet to look forward to.
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The rest of it, though has been rather a whirlwind. Part of our wandering yesterday was figuring out something for the masked ball, as neither of us had sorted anything earlier. I ended up with a mask of Clio, muse of history, which was quite nicely done - delicately made, and subtle, all sorts of phrases in shades of gold and brown layered and shifting slowly on the mask - and only needed a few parchments to go along with it and a simple robe.
Raz had a harder time - he went through a series of animal masks, mostly making me laugh a great deal before settling on a delightfully silly bird mask with all sorts of festive plumes and decorations in the oddest combination of colors - bright pinks and purple and a shocking green that bobbed every time he moved.
The late afternoon, there was a gathering of a number of Raz’s friends from the Falcons. (And really, I like them more than I thought I would, now I can keep track of who’s who.) Then we went off for dinner with the Malfoys and a number of their other guests and friends, and then on to the ball.
This morning - well, the baths are totally decadent, but I don’t think I’ve had my daily routine so heavily despaired over since the first winter I came back from Hogwarts and Mum threw a fit about my hair. (Honestly, I just am not up for the level of fussing women are apparently supposed to enjoy daily. Who has the time?) But a long soak in the baths themselves was delightful and very relaxing.
We’re planning to go back to Kensington for tea, I think, and then return to Hogwarts sometime this evening.