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Celebration of Unity
Posted 2 weeks ago :: Last edited 2 weeks ago by Splintered_Psych Once a year, Yatas and Buds alike come together to celebrate for days, in the anniversary of Kwa'Halo's return and resurrection of beloved Queen Zarrida. Together their union brought an abundance of hope and love that the displaced and forgotten planet that it rained sugar coated petals all around! Legend has it, if you seep your petals with your heart's desire and drink it during the Golden Moon, your wish will come true! During the first week of the festival, artists join together in a colorful ceremony, Ceremonia de los Colores, tossing edible paints, pigments and powders! Young and old far and wide take the day off from duties and join in peace as music and stories of old are told through art and plays alike.
This tradition started when the mass hatred and violence for the Mother Budling caused a catastrophe that if carried out would have completely wiped out the planet. Hatred caused the environment to shake, large scale attacked made mother restless, causing ground shattering quakes and eruptions to occur, taking not just the nature, but lives as well. When the Bud-Spore effect became pandemic, Azarians were desperate; stories to soothe the younger generation told tales of Zarrida's resting place to be a beacon and a graveyard for those who hoped to seek peace from the pain and fears of waking life. To be reborn into something not infected by the comet's sky-fall, to be free. This hope passed through years of grief and pain, triumph and failure, but the key of this legend remained. Hope was where Zarrida was encased. Hope was here. Hope is what keeps us all connected. Hundreds of years passed; The Beacon of Hope being one of the only, and very few, things that held this world and it's people together.
In the light of the dark, a young woman, hair as soft as down, a young woman who's voice could silence a stadium of armies, she began catching the eyes of Azarians everywhere; she sang songs of love, of pain, and of compassion. She was not scared of the infectious nature of the spores, in fact she was one of the first recorded humanitarians who spoke out against the violence of the Azarians and Mother Budling. Although controversial at times to many, she was a light in the dark for everyone of all backgrounds. She brought everybody together for a few days at a time, spreading hope and light wherever she went. Her name was Mistress Querida. This act of selflessness, bravery, and the ability to unite those who stood against the other caught the attention of one particular entity. A deity who wore many faces and contained powerful magic. That deity carried with them a world on its own shoulders, the Minyatas. During one of the first celebrations of peace, Querida held the ceremony at none other than The Beacon of Hope. Far and wide, graves, memorials, colors and lights were decorated, commemorating the bittersweet history of the planet, the forgiveness of the Comet Mother, and the union of Azarians as the people wept with joy at finally putting lost ones to rest.
This final act of heroism, this celebration of hope, brought Kwa'halo and the Minyatas to Azaria to investigate this overwhelming spiritual event. Over decades of celebrations, Minyatas and Kwa'Halo decided to reside on this once deserted but now flourishing planet. Bringing in new kinds of people, new feelings, new stories and lots of new traditions! Over decades of celebrations, Minyatas and Kwa'Halo decided to reside on this once deserted but now flourishing planet. Bringing in new kinds of people, new feelings, new stories and lots of new traditions! Although the pandemic was still outrageous, the life candle of Kwa'Halo began to resurrect and relight the heart of beloved Queen Zarrida. This act of generosity sparked a life long friendship between Minyatas and Azarians. As the queen awoke, the effect of the newer variants of spore infections began to overwhelm her body, causing her to painfully, but quickly succumb to the Budling Infections. Confusion, outrage, and sorrow swept the nation for days; but Minyatas pleaded for patience for the deity, for surely this being of resurrection would not let such a figure just pass in this way. Just when it all seemed to crumble, a flash of golden lights and the raining of marigolds and the sugar coated petals began to fall. A trail of those petals in place adorned with soft yellow light led thousands and thousands out of their house following the trail until it lead them to The Beacon Of Hope once more. In it's place, an Ofrenda with food, drinks, and colorful banners; candles that couldn't be blown out and before it, Queen Zarrida, the first mix between a Minyata and Azarian Succubud. Thus beginning the month long celebration: The Celebration of Unity.