Yuletide Yourtube: Friday Miscellany
Dec. 18th, 2015 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdSounds of the Season
Merry Moments:
Story time:
"Welcome Winter" collected in Candle in the Dark
Amazon
Square ebook
Square paperback
He pulled on his gloves as he walked through the lobby, swiping his credit chip at the kiosk to keep the room another day. A slidewalk took him back to the shopping district where folks were already gathering for the parade. Some bought hot drinks from vendors, and Hevik got one as well.
It slid down smooth and sweet as he heard the first bits of music, a martial sounding anthem, floating down the street. People playing actual instruments, blowing and pounding them, marched along, their blue uniforms and white trim bright against the gray day. Out before them, planetary military and peacekeepers in uniform carried the planetary, regional and city flags.
Hevik did what the people in the crowd did, placed his hand to his head and mumbled so it would look as if he were singing along with them. Respecting the local flag was just good manners, as well as playing it safe. He'd heard spacers swap tall tales over who had gotten in the most trouble for violating some bit of etiquette. After today, he had to be on his way, and not swabbing out the plumbing in the local lockup.
The parade continued with motorized units of all shapes and sizes: some on two wheels; some on four; some enormous and clearly altered; some miniaturized, barely large enough for the driver. Signs with names of people and businesses hung from the sides of the larger vehicles. He supposed they were politicians and local festival royalty. He waved back at a particularly pretty blonde lady in a fur coat and tiara who rode in an open car.
Another band, this one of children about Tarasha's age, marched along, playing a cheerful tune. And more vehicles, drawing trailers that sported enormous floats about the joys of winter and Snowflake Day, followed. Some called to people around him, who ran alongside and climbed aboard.
Walking units of people, fairer ones pink-cheeked from the cold, waved and threw beads and trinkets. The children scrabbled for them, and more adults joined them.
Hevik found himself jostled to the front of the thinning crowd as a walking unit of dancers, dressed as elaborate snowflakes, came by. The enormous constructions of their costumes sparkled and shimmered in the weak light. A beautiful woman on ridiculous shoes that made her a head taller than him beckoned to him. When he didn't respond, she strutted over, tossed a silvery scarf around his neck and tugged him along with her. Laughing, he went.
Merry Moments:
Story time:
"Welcome Winter" collected in Candle in the Dark
Amazon
Square ebook
Square paperback
He pulled on his gloves as he walked through the lobby, swiping his credit chip at the kiosk to keep the room another day. A slidewalk took him back to the shopping district where folks were already gathering for the parade. Some bought hot drinks from vendors, and Hevik got one as well.
It slid down smooth and sweet as he heard the first bits of music, a martial sounding anthem, floating down the street. People playing actual instruments, blowing and pounding them, marched along, their blue uniforms and white trim bright against the gray day. Out before them, planetary military and peacekeepers in uniform carried the planetary, regional and city flags.
Hevik did what the people in the crowd did, placed his hand to his head and mumbled so it would look as if he were singing along with them. Respecting the local flag was just good manners, as well as playing it safe. He'd heard spacers swap tall tales over who had gotten in the most trouble for violating some bit of etiquette. After today, he had to be on his way, and not swabbing out the plumbing in the local lockup.
The parade continued with motorized units of all shapes and sizes: some on two wheels; some on four; some enormous and clearly altered; some miniaturized, barely large enough for the driver. Signs with names of people and businesses hung from the sides of the larger vehicles. He supposed they were politicians and local festival royalty. He waved back at a particularly pretty blonde lady in a fur coat and tiara who rode in an open car.
Another band, this one of children about Tarasha's age, marched along, playing a cheerful tune. And more vehicles, drawing trailers that sported enormous floats about the joys of winter and Snowflake Day, followed. Some called to people around him, who ran alongside and climbed aboard.
Walking units of people, fairer ones pink-cheeked from the cold, waved and threw beads and trinkets. The children scrabbled for them, and more adults joined them.
Hevik found himself jostled to the front of the thinning crowd as a walking unit of dancers, dressed as elaborate snowflakes, came by. The enormous constructions of their costumes sparkled and shimmered in the weak light. A beautiful woman on ridiculous shoes that made her a head taller than him beckoned to him. When he didn't respond, she strutted over, tossed a silvery scarf around his neck and tugged him along with her. Laughing, he went.
