"So... this is a parade..." Arthera spoke softly to her companion just beside her, the lithe figure of Ceria clearly being disgruntled still.

The entire ordeal, packed with so many eager bodies before her, more than she had ever seen, almost made her flesh crawl in the same way it seemed to make the elf uncomfortable. The people were loud, excited and lively with celebration and infectious spirit, the majority of which they all seemed to share regardless of their kind; as though they for a time broke whatever social standards they would otherwise have. In even her life before all of this, Arthera had never so much as attended an event that had more than a couple dozen participants and only on a holy day no less. This? This was new, in ways both overwhelmingly positive and those negative too. People paid her and her companions seemingly no mind, certainly not at the moment, as was an interesting change, but what exactly [i]was[/i] all this for?

It all had to have [i]some[/i] meaning, particularly in the way the men among the formation displayed their talent be it mundane or magical.

Yet, that was not what caught her eye, rather that when the men loosed a few bolts of parchment into the crowd, the people cheered somehow louder than before and skirmished, politely if one could use such a word, to take up the pieces of paper as the fluttered about. Desiring answers, as was her want, Arthera opted to lay claim to one to hopefully discover what this ordeal and gathering was truly about; what made it so important as for the people to act this way.

With a gesture, outstretching a hand, she leveled her relaxed fingers upon a piece that drifted before the many feet alongside the parade and beckoned it too her. As though caught in a gentle breeze, the paper fluttered slightly and moved itself the distance to her awaiting grasp, where then she took it. Turning over her wrist, her hungry gaze fell upon it and set about reading its contents, of which were marked most in bold upon the header, that which read;

[i]WELCOME TO THE 258TH ANNUAL CELEBRATION OF BOURGUND INDEPENDENCE FROM THE MAGOCRACY OF ALLAIN![/i]

[i]"The Magocracy of Allain..." [/i] Her lips mouthed wordlessly.

Memory struck her, those beyond even her own understanding, as though her utterance drew them up from the dark depths of the unconscious where they had laid seemingly dormant. The words themselves were none too familiar to the primalist, but her mind said otherwise. She knew more than she understood about them and took a moment to reflect on their importance...

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Arthera makes use of [i]Mage Hand[/i] to claim one of the free pieces of parchment that the crowd moved upon. Once she began to read it, she makes a Intelligence (History) check of [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2304]16[/url] to understand what makes this parade and event so important.
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