17 February; The Feast of Forsythia
Today, the entire community is holding festival in the village in honour of the maiden Forsythia, who three hundred years ago, drowned in the Black River trying to save the life of her lover. The Feast is really to celebrate young lovers, but all are welcome to indulge in too much food and drink and dance well into the wee hours. At midnight, gather on the riverbanks with that special someone and watch the fireworks.
Velia pushed her way around the dancing bodies in the center of the village, most weren't even doing anything passing for dancing just a drunked side to side stumbling into the occasional vending cart. The whole thing smelled like brandy and smoke. Velia took delight in such festivals, especially the food. Even though it was quiet difficult to eat it with her veil in the way.
Velia spent most of the festival weaving around talking to the various witches, none of the normal folks it was common knowledge that Velia was one of the local horror stories. About how she had a second mouth under the veil and how she ate misbehaiving children in the night. Velia's particular favorite is that she had several long tenticals like an octopus because she had made a deal with neptune himself. Both the village children and adults loved the stories, and she didn't mind them as long as they made them stay away.
Velia had a particularly delightful conversation with Selkie on the proporties of the different kinds of algae around the village. Velia was thankful for her veil to hide her boredom, nothing against Selkie but velia had no interests in nature magic. Not as powerful, and you had to get dirty.
-more later i promise-