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[color=yellow][h1]ZENIA[/h1][/color]
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[color=yellow] [b]QUEEN OF FEASTS | SUMMER-SPIRIT ZENI | BLITHE BALLADIER [/b] 

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[b]Revelry[/b][/center]

Celebration and ceremony spring up in all typical mortal cultures. It is inevitable. Even the most battle-hardened veteran will find cause for cheer eventually, when victory against the enemy finally comes, or when the newest child in the family is born. Societies come together to celebrate grand events and holidays. Families and villages revel in the abundance of harvest or the fortunate outcome of hard labor. Individuals find cheer in all manner of things. Sometimes a group of mortals just want to forget the dark and grit that looms over the coming days and immerse themselves in a communal feeling of living in the now and living their best lives.

These ceremonies of joy and expressions of happiness fall under the aspect of Revelry. No matter the size, social or societal value, or formality. A party, a ball, and a festival all follow the same notes of spreading good feeling and inspiring people to open up to one another, shape new bonds and experience fresh things. This bubbling flare of emotion is central to Revelry, which centers on allowing those weighed down by stress, anxiety and responsibility to loosen up and appreciate what’s in front of them, or look upon the positive parts of their existence. The lowest form of revelry is the simple appreciation of a thing or a moment – a shared laugh or a guilty pleasure. On the most extreme end of revelry lies truly debauched hedonism and dereliction of duty to pursue personal pleasure.

With control of this aspect, Zenia directs crowds to ease their tensions and celebrate what they have in common. She can create from next to nothing the urge to liven up and forget about the past – and the future – even if just for a time. This could stall an army that decides to have a hearty feast before marching on, create the perfect harvest festival for a village that will live on in memory in many new ways, or help someone literally become the life of the party to elevate their social standing to new heights. The reverse is true as well of course, and upsetting the goddess of revelry is a quick path to a cheerless existence.

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Zenia is easy to write off as something of a simple-minded goddess. She doesn’t particularly care for grand plots be they mortal or divine, nor does she seem to have the head for even mortal concepts of knowledge. Some would therefore conclude that she’s a little dense or airheaded; Zenia would say that she doesn’t have time to consider big-picture things like that. Someone else will figure it out, and she can focus on the truly important stuff like what to wear, or the lyrics to a bard’s particularly raunchy song.

Despite this, one would be remiss to write the goddess off as one-note. Her displeasure for rational thought and responsibility coupled with an apparently inborn love of festivities makes her as much of a boon to others as a constant disruption, happy to throw off schemes and well-laid plans of mortals and deities alike to arrange a kicking get-together. 

Something troubling lies behind the behavior however, as Zenia seems more comfortable amidst a party and tends to drift onwards to her next target when the booze, food and fraternizing starts drying up. The same shirking of duties that she consistently tries to foist on others is how she approaches her own existence as a deity as well and seems to loathe being called on to do anything deific in an official capacity. She prefers to spread cheer and move on, taking life one day at a time, conflicted about her own role in any grand design and chafing at the thought of having to take responsibility for just about anything.

[center][color=yellow] [b][u]Form[/u][/b] [/color] [/center]

In her unbound, mind-warping form, Zenia is no more a physical entity than a splash of colour in the eye of the beholder or a tune hummed from right behind the listener. She is energy given form, an unbridled light and frequency that tries to overpower all it passes into exuding the same bristling joy that she normally espouses. Survivors will remember frenzied and jumbled melodies, burning pains in their legs and arms as all adrenaline drains, and so much need to appreciate life that they might not appreciate anything ever again.

Given the danger and fragility of such a state, Zenia is most typically shaped as an athletic young woman with long blonde hair, clad in regalia that either adheres to local customs, or baubles and regal elegance that doesn’t seem to originate anywhere in the world. She has a penchant for appearing as an unimportant woman of the local species happy to participate in some revelry, but the knowledgeable will probably suspect something.

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