Harvest Festival

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Harvest Festival, 19th September 2015
Welcome to the Ealing Harvest Festival! Sponsored by Sylvia Redbright, this event takes place on a bright autumn day in Elthorne Park, Hanwell.

(Images for reference: One. Two. Three.)

FESTIVAL
The park has been transformed into a hub of colourful tents and stalls, a country-style fair selling wood carvings, paintings, baubles, baskets, plant pots and flowers, pretty tin boxes and knick-knacks of all kinds. Of course, this is all to give it an air of legitimacy should the general public wander by. The real wares on offer are those sold by witches: stalls crowded with incense, candles, precious stones, herbs, good-luck charms, spelled trinkets and magical jewellery. Gain entry to one of the small tents and you may be able to buy yourself a low-level spell or potion. It's all there if you know where to look.

Meanwhile, the centrepiece of the festival is the harvest altar: five large bales of hay, stacked around each other, where the festival-goers are encouraged to donate food and other gifts in thanks for the harvest. Tinned food is typically offered. Children attending can make a corn dolly and offer it to the harvest altar. There's food and drink to buy too, of course: vegetable and pumpkin soup, baskets of fruit and seasonal vegetables, home-made bread and jam, tea cakes, fruit cakes, seed cakes, scones and apple pie. Drinks include coffee, tea, cider and fruit juice. In short, it's all very wholesome. And decidedly not vampire-friendly.

A COMMUNITY IN MOURNING
It's not all about giving thanks. Following the hostile takeover by the fae in Croydon and the hard-fought conflict in Barnet, many witches have been displaced and are in desperate need of aid. The poster by the harvest altar says that all donations will be given to the homeless and vulnerable communities in London.

Meanwhile the entrance to the summer house has been disguised by a glamour to prevent the general public from entering. Only supernatural types may climb the steps to pay their respects at the memorial that has been set up to mourn the Daybreak witches and their allies who have recently passed. There are candles, flowers, wreaths and cards jostling for space with pictures of the fallen witches.

RITUAL AT SUNSET
The general public have disappeared but the witches have an important ritual to perform. As the sun sets, they gather up all the donations from the harvest and join hands around the altar. One witch will light a flame. Sylvia herself will invite volunteers of different species to step forward and offer their blood, as a symbol of unity between supernatural communities.

As the hay burns, the witches dance around the altar, their last ritual of the evening.

NB. Sunset is at 18:51.

Comments

[digophelia]

Russians are weird, Alice has decided, even if she's known one, technically. The whole atmosphere seems rather strange, even for a mourning crowd. She lets her slam it down as she bounces her feet nervously, fidgeting in her seat. "So," Alice starts off, realizing how pitiful she was at small talk.

"What will happen now?" She was turning to the other witches for guidance. Alice was almost like an over-eager puppy following them around. She didn't speak that much, she knew she came off as very anxious and shy. Alice also had a bad habit of really never questioning the others around her, she trusted them completely for their input. "I can come with all of you, right?"

[kleptofaeniac]

Kenzi frowned in sympathy, fully familiar with being on your own and not having a lot of people to trust. She doesn't go to touch Alice, but she leans in close to convey as much sincerity as she can.

"We're not going anywhere, you'll be okay."

But the coven...the coven was hurting now. Who knows if they'll come back at all. They might just fade into obscurity like all the other small groups of startups.

[digophelia]

"I'm not worried about myself."

Despite the burst of joy upon hearing that, yes, the coven was hurting deeply and the festival had become salt in the wounds for all of them. She knew from experience one's personal being came after the coven -- well, most times. She was eager, she wanted to help, because that sense of community was something Alice craved, as well. Kenzi, at least, was someone she felt comfortable enough approaching when most of the other witches made her feel very uncomfortable. "I'm worried for everyone else. Obviously this is no good and I want to do what I can to help."