Glada Vappen!

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne hadn't celebrated holidays properly in over a year which left him feeling disconnected. Giant bonfires in the streets and rampant reindeer were frowned upon in most civilized cities, unless of course the punks were involved, then that was arson not celebrations.. ok, well for the punks it was a celebration but not for a Saami.

In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.

He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.

That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.

Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.

Comments

[coldsong]

"A vision of loveliness!" Loki isn't there at first, and then, suddenly, he is--and greeting Molly with a gentle arm around his shoulder. "You look like you're settling in well."

"These sorts of parties tend to last the entire night long. I hope you're braced for a late night and possibly a hangover tomorrow."

[tieflingtarot]

"Says the aura of radiance!" Molly replies with a brightening of his smile at the familiar voice, leaning into that arm to slide an arm around Loki's waist in kind to catch him in a hug. "A carefully honed skill I assure you."

"Oh the best parties end that way, you won't hear me arguing that. If I don't have a hangover then clearly I didn't apply myself properly to the revelries at hand now did I?"

[coldsong]

It's so nice to chat with someone whose as shameless a flatterer as he can be! Loki might actually be blushing faintly, and he gives a please laugh along with his grin. "Then it serves you in good stead. Did I see you bring in some kind of wheeled cart? What on earth do you have planned?"

And can I be a part of it? is the implied, added question there.

"I did not bring liquor, myself, but if you like candied violets, there are quite a lot of them on the cake I brought. And it goes very well with mead."

[tieflingtarot]

"You saw correctly!" Molly enthused, quite pleased to spy that flush to pale cheeks. He was a flatterer and a flirt it was true, positively thriving whenever it was well-received and Loki was a wonderfully enthusiastic one to exchange playful compliments with. "I can't say I've ever had candied violets, clearly we'll have to change that. But first-"

He was more than willing to lead Loki to the cart, and with a flourish worthy of a stage flicked the canvas tarp aside to reveal a pile of crates all stuffed full with fireworks. And they looked to be the big sort. "This seemed to me like some combination of a Wild's Grandeur and a Zenith celebration. And you can't have a proper Zenith without fireworks."

[coldsong]

"My children wanted to be a part of things," he explains. "And dunking flower petals into egg whites and sugar made for a fun afternoon project. I think they ate almost as many as they sugared, though."

He's already anticipating something exciting by the time Molly pulls back the tarp, and he is not disappointed. Most displays of this kind were purely magical where he comes from, but he's seen Midgardian fireworks, and they look fun. These look even better. He whistles his approval and steps closer to peer at the contents of the cart.

"...I don't know anything about those celebrations but I very much approve. This was very generous of you!"

[tieflingtarot]

"How many did they paste to each other with that eggy mess?" Molly wasn't quite equipped to handle children. He could be kind and empathetic to them, could be responsible for them in small doses, but was well aware that he was not the ideal sort to care for them. But Loki was a friend and his children were charming in that wonderfully chaotic way of all younglings.

The tiefling grins as Loki inspected his haul, a wide variety of different fireworks, some infused with magic if the trickster was looking for such things. And from the amount it was going to be one hell of a show.

"Celebrations of spring and summer, nature, they can get positively wild in the right communities. Want to help me find a good spot to set up?"