Event: The Thawing

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As discussions branch and mount in Union about how to handle Gigas's diplomatic overtures, news of a more pleasant variety reaches the city from Glacier. Although still rebuilding from their own city's far more disastrous dragon attack, the people have banded together to host "The Thawing", their annual celebration of the coming of spring. In appreciation of all Union has done for them, all citizens of that city are invited - encouraged, even - to attend. Glacier has its own pride, after all. It would like to show its new allies what it looks like at its best.

Just...don't expect to go without a sweater or a jacket. The city may be "thawing", but that doesn't mean it's warm.

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[ofpromisedvictory]

[Saber loves this city as much as she loves every human settlement. Honest. But don't they have anything less...aqutak?]

[The drinking contest intrigues her, though, if only because she's still not sure if there's alcohol out there that can get around her immunities. Unless the gods brewed it, and even the fanciest boasts at this contest weren't quite approaching that level of hyperbole.]

[Still, though, she might as well give it a shot.]

I am Saber.

As both poem and warning, I bid you heed me.

Neither alcohol nor battle has ever brought me low.

[Her attempt at speaking normally but doing it in a rhythm and calling it poetry might do so out of embarrassment, though.]

[divine_braid]

[Duo gave a cheer and lifted his glass to her poem, because that's what everyone was supposed to do, right? Then, he took a huge swig.

He'd been doing this a while... Well, drinking anyway... no one had gotten him up to poetry, yet. He wasn't quite drunk enough for that.]

[ofpromisedvictory]

[Saber swigs her own drink. Nothing much, but at least it's flavorful.]

Er...thank you. I believe it's someone else's turn next?

[She looks at Duo pretty much at random out of the faces she recognizes from Union here.]

[divine_braid]

I dunno... I think you did pretty well. Give it another go.

[He wasn't sure if he could do it.]

[ofpromisedvictory]

[...Saber tries another drink beforehand to prepare herself for the idea.]

I really am more of a fighter than a poet, you know.

[divine_braid]

Most people aren't great poets. There's a reason there's a small selection of 'em around.

[He laughed.]

[ofpromisedvictory]

Only the local ones seem to be drinking. Aren't there any poets from Union...?

[divine_braid]

Don't see any at the moment.

[He frowned a little.]

Feeling a little weird in the spotlight?

[He could sympathize. It was one thing to be the center of attention around familiar people, but this was all new.]

[ofpromisedvictory]

I normally keep to myself. It's an odd feeling to actively try and attract attention.

[divine_braid]

Oh, yeah? Not much for the spotlight, huh?

[He downed another shot of the drink that'd been passed around a few times.]

Alright... lemme give this a try.

[He slammed the glass down to get the attention of the crowd.]

Speeding fast and flying high, take me on, I dare you try!
I'll put you down, nice and flat, so c'mon now... take that!