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Post by MASTER on Jul 27, 2010 12:59:01 GMT -5
It was the time of year when the Corran celebrated the archaic species: the bird. What represents them is greatly appreciated in this festival where it's objective is for people to meet someone knew. This traditional event has one rule, and that is to meet at least one new person.
Colorful kites skimmed across the deep blue skyline. Some of the entertainment Corran take to the skies in their gliders and do the stunts they have trained throughout their life to accomplish. Even the people who put on this marvelous event are jointed by the single rule that brings the Corran people closer together.
It was a bright, beautiful day. The sky wasn't scorched with ominous clouds or a hair-tearing wind, but rather a peaceful tug of warm air and the radiance of color brought on only by the people of this city. This was one of their treasures. Not the event itself, but the fact that the people can meet each other.
Everyone conversed and those who chose to wear costumes were unafraid to meet new people behind their mask. But the occasional drop of the mask would occur so that the new friends could recognize the other's face. Many friendships have started because of this festival and maybe loves have found each other through the throng of chatter and colors.
The city was one step closer to its participants being in touch with each other.
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