#.okay so now y'all have free reign to ruin this festival

[sansloii]

With their backs to the kingdoms — to the castles that sit upon them, they welcome the waters that have long since welcomed them. As the tides continue to rise at the height of the blue moon, they usher them higher.

The waves, they travel further up the beach as the tides rise to the waist… then to the elbow.. then to the chest, to the neck, and finally stops just beneath the chin…

…then, as if changing its mind, the waters drop all at once and rush to the castle behind.

In Meriburn, instead of crashing against whatever barriers lie, the sea eases over it and quickly moves through the streets of the lower city with ease. the patterns that have long been dried onto cobbled stone now spring to life under the glow of the blue moons. The waters wind, as though they have a mind of their own, up and down the streets of Sylalune. In a matter of minutes, they've reached the castle and have spread out in a thin layer over the paved portions of the castle paths.

In Brecaea, the sea is brought to them… and so, it is the Queen that pushes it along the instead of it find its way on its own. It flows from the Aichontiscus-like statues that decorate its streets now and reveals the carefully prepared patternings and murals that are near identical to the ones that line Sylalune's streets. They wind up and down the streets of Vasir — a bit slower than their Meriet counterparts, but not by much. It reaches the castle grounds sooner than one would think and makes itself comfortable in a thin layer along some ( but not all ) of its paved roads.

These waters will recede come dawn… but once the moons rose into the sky again, they'd ease back into place as if they'd always been there with a low, imperceptible rumble.