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Lantern Sending Festival
The Event Details as Relevant to Characters
Dates: December 17th-25th
Where: Sunagakure
Every year, Suna takes this week and turns it into a time to honor those they've lost over the course of the year. It's one of the only times during the year, Exams excluded, that Suna really welcomes people from outside the village, feeling that anyone is welcome to revere the dead, so long as they're respectful about it.
Every evening will see people sending lit lanterns out of the village, many of which will have letters to the dead. During the day beforehand, there is usually a rather vibrant festival air, where local treats can be gotten and games can be played. All of these close up after dark so as not to disgrace those doing a sending except for the food sellers, and it's not unheard of that child toys can be found in excess during this time as well.
The History Behind the Holiday
The holiday has rather interesting beginnings, as once upon a time it was just a local tradition to send up lanterns at funerals, with no big fanfare otherwise being given. Now, this holiday has taken on a day and a purpose, after the story of the man who lost everyone, and was given them back by the lady of reincarnation. Due to this, it's not unheard of that children are conceived during this holiday under the belief that they might be revived loved ones.
The Story
The story begins with a man, whose name is long forgotten, who had lost everyone to war and sickness. His three children, a son and two daughters, his wife, his brother, his nephew, and even his parents were all lost to him, leaving him with nothing but grief and sadness. It was a terrible year, and he did not know how he could recover from the last of his losses, his four-year-old daughter, the youngest of the children and the longest to survive. He strongly considered joining them.
Instead, he wrote a letter, spilling out his grief and sadness, detailing how much he missed them to every loved one lost in that year and the year before. He knew no one on this plane could read the words he wrote, but that did not mean that they might not reach the next. Thus, that day, when he would have sent up a paper lantern for his daughter's memory, he made it from that long, heart-rending letter, and sent that instead.
What he did not expect was for a woman to come to him later that night, wiping his tears and saying nothing at all, who took him into her arms and comforted away his sorrows. By morning she was gone, leaving only the memory of warmth behind. He thought he dreamed her, in his pain, and thought nothing more of it until she came to him, a child in her arms, and smiled a beautiful smile at him as she handed him the child. A boy, one who looked exactly as his dead son. When he looked up she was gone, leaving the child with him, and no matter how he searched, no one had heard of her.
Thus, on the same week as the year before, he sent up another lantern, and he was joyous that she came to him, staying with him until morning as his son slept in his bassinet nearby.
Just as the year before, she returned to him again later in the year, giving him a child. He did not recognize this one at first, for he had not known his dead wife as a child, but when he went digging through pictures he held of his family, that informed him of who his little girl was. Of course, the woman did not stay any more than she had the year before, and he, being too busy with two small children, could not search.
Instead, he focused, sending up no lanterns that year, save one in the spring for a neighbor which did nothing at all.
It was only when he sent up lanterns that week of winter that she ever came, to bring him a tiny babe in the form of someone once lost to him, and thus he called to her whenever he thought himself ready for more of his family to be returned to him.
At least, until the day when his lost were all with him again, and she no longer answered.
Still, he knew she got his letters, and thereafter sent them all the same so that she would know he did not forget to give her his gratitude for giving him something to live for again.
Dates: December 17th-25th
Where: Sunagakure
Every year, Suna takes this week and turns it into a time to honor those they've lost over the course of the year. It's one of the only times during the year, Exams excluded, that Suna really welcomes people from outside the village, feeling that anyone is welcome to revere the dead, so long as they're respectful about it.
Every evening will see people sending lit lanterns out of the village, many of which will have letters to the dead. During the day beforehand, there is usually a rather vibrant festival air, where local treats can be gotten and games can be played. All of these close up after dark so as not to disgrace those doing a sending except for the food sellers, and it's not unheard of that child toys can be found in excess during this time as well.
The History Behind the Holiday
The holiday has rather interesting beginnings, as once upon a time it was just a local tradition to send up lanterns at funerals, with no big fanfare otherwise being given. Now, this holiday has taken on a day and a purpose, after the story of the man who lost everyone, and was given them back by the lady of reincarnation. Due to this, it's not unheard of that children are conceived during this holiday under the belief that they might be revived loved ones.
The Story
The story begins with a man, whose name is long forgotten, who had lost everyone to war and sickness. His three children, a son and two daughters, his wife, his brother, his nephew, and even his parents were all lost to him, leaving him with nothing but grief and sadness. It was a terrible year, and he did not know how he could recover from the last of his losses, his four-year-old daughter, the youngest of the children and the longest to survive. He strongly considered joining them.
Instead, he wrote a letter, spilling out his grief and sadness, detailing how much he missed them to every loved one lost in that year and the year before. He knew no one on this plane could read the words he wrote, but that did not mean that they might not reach the next. Thus, that day, when he would have sent up a paper lantern for his daughter's memory, he made it from that long, heart-rending letter, and sent that instead.
What he did not expect was for a woman to come to him later that night, wiping his tears and saying nothing at all, who took him into her arms and comforted away his sorrows. By morning she was gone, leaving only the memory of warmth behind. He thought he dreamed her, in his pain, and thought nothing more of it until she came to him, a child in her arms, and smiled a beautiful smile at him as she handed him the child. A boy, one who looked exactly as his dead son. When he looked up she was gone, leaving the child with him, and no matter how he searched, no one had heard of her.
Thus, on the same week as the year before, he sent up another lantern, and he was joyous that she came to him, staying with him until morning as his son slept in his bassinet nearby.
Just as the year before, she returned to him again later in the year, giving him a child. He did not recognize this one at first, for he had not known his dead wife as a child, but when he went digging through pictures he held of his family, that informed him of who his little girl was. Of course, the woman did not stay any more than she had the year before, and he, being too busy with two small children, could not search.
Instead, he focused, sending up no lanterns that year, save one in the spring for a neighbor which did nothing at all.
It was only when he sent up lanterns that week of winter that she ever came, to bring him a tiny babe in the form of someone once lost to him, and thus he called to her whenever he thought himself ready for more of his family to be returned to him.
At least, until the day when his lost were all with him again, and she no longer answered.
Still, he knew she got his letters, and thereafter sent them all the same so that she would know he did not forget to give her his gratitude for giving him something to live for again.
17th-25th anytime
But as a festival dedicated to the memory of the dead, it wasn't the most joyous occasion. The night brought solemn silence as the lanterns rose, and Neji stood next to Hinata or Hizashi on the nights they were present, lamenting the short life of his mother- a woman he couldn't remember. There was regret in the simple fact he held no strong feelings toward her, but Hizashi loved her, and she had loved them both- still did, he was sure. And that was enough to send up a lantern of his own alongside his father's, assuring her that he'd grown up well and that while he held no clear memories of her, he still appreciated the life and love she'd born him with.
[[ooc: so this is open anytime during the week and Neji can be found doing just about anything typical of the festival- walking between food stands, looking over merchandise, sending up lanterns, training, or even back at the foreign guest quarters for any potential neighborly run-ins]]
19th Mid-Afternoon
"Hey, Neji," Adela didn't bother with formailities as she addressed him, looking him over with a nod. Yeah, what happened with Seph was getting to her a bit, with what she had done -- hell, she still didn't know what to feel. But it'd be just plain rude to bring it up out of no where, right?
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"Adela," he greeted with a return nod and gave her his full attention as he recognized the tension in her frame. She was on edge about something, and this wasn't a casual conversation. "I've heard you're recovering well. I apologize for my lack of availability in assisting you with that."
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"You enjoying the time in Suna so far?"
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"Yes. I've found a certain charm within the desert, and this festival affords an abundance of rare opportunity." Opportunities he could truly appreciate now that he had someone to share them with.
"However, all doesn't seem to be well with you, Adela," he said with a tip of his head. "We could find some fried scorpion and discuss it if you'd like."
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And, after a beat, she added, "Something happened a little earlier... I'm still not sure on how to feel about it."
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"Something happened," he mused because even for him, that was a bit too vague to drawn any conclusions from. Something that made her uncertain, but that could still be almost anything. He hoped it wasn't a kind of talk he'd find exceddingly uncomfortable, but he doubted she'd actually discuss things like that with him. .....Probably.
"I'll do my best to help you, Adela."
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20th, night
Kisame was tired too, but in a very different way. The lantern in his fingers was like a burning coal, and the sword over his shoulder felt heavier than Samehada ever had, and his steps were slow and heavy as a result. This moment was always the hardest one.
Perhaps it was his distraction and preoccupation that let him get so close to someone else. He hadn't expected to run into anyone on this side of the guest quarters so late, and it was with mild surprise that he saw an actual familiar face.
"Neji-san. This is unexpected."
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He wasn't surprised to see someone he recognized, as there were plenty fellow shinobi that had come along from Konoha, but this was probably the only Kiri-nin he knew personally.
"Kajiki-san," he greeted with a quirk of his lips, folding his book shut. He'd only been half-reading it anyway. "Enjoying the festival?"
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And now, he was no longer on that mission, and he was happy to strip the lies away. "As much as I usually do. But, I'll let little Kajiki-kun know you remembered his name. Kid was a bit too young to come to the festival with us this year."
Kisame paused for a moment and tipped his head to the side. "Now we can be introduced properly, eh? Hoshigaki Kisame."
He didn't add that he was a member of the Seven; if Neji was a ninja worth his salt, he would recognize the name.
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"Well that explains your chakra reserves. I suppose I'm honored, and somewhat fortunate to have survived such an encounter."
He leaned forward, idly glancing around for those that may have accompanied Kisame, but there didn't seem to be any other Kiri-nin in the immediate vicinity- so far as he could see, anyway. Not that Kisame was here to attack him.
Neji spread his hands out in a peaceful gesture, although a Hyuuga's open palms could be as deceptive as Jyuuken itself.
"You're already familiar with mine. There would have been little point in giving a false name in my home village. I'm afraid I'm not quite as friendly as I may have seemed, however."
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It was what the clan was known for, in and out of Water Country, so Kisame felt free to share that information. The Hyuuga had probably learned more from the search he'd no doubt performed. Even before Kiri's founding, the Hoshigaki had been well-known.
"And I wasn't in Konoha to shed blood, eh? Our villages are not at war." There was an unsaid 'right now' at the end of that, because Kisame was always wondering when the next war would start, whether in or out of Kiri. War was always on someone's horizon after all.
But it was the last statement that obviously caught Kisame's attention, and he stood up a little straighter, almost vibrating with interest, but the smile fell, into an intent, but not happy expression.
"I think you've figured out by now that I don't prefer lies, unless I have to, mm, Neji-san? Unfriendly or harsh as you might be, I'd much more enjoy seeing the truth underneath all those pretty lies and layers you wear for others."
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He resisted the urge to stand in response to the challenging glint in the man's expression or the invasive nature of his goading. For all they were apparently on a first name basis, they weren't anywhere close to being friends.
"You have unique views, Kisame-san, but I'm afraid you'd be disappointed. There's nothing particularly interesting about me beyond my bloodline."
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24th early afternoon
He'd been to Suna before, but it was rare that he arrived without either family or on official business. This was technically a mission, he supposed, but he'd seen enough Konoha-nin around the village that it felt more like a casual gathering than anything else. Speaking of Konoha-nin -- he was positive he'd spotted Hyuuga hair wandering around the past two days, and it didn't take long to locate the Hyuuga it belonged to.
"I missed the opportunity to give you and Hinata congratulations in person," he commented, dropping down from a low wall to land next to Neji. A friend by now, he supposed, which would make Neji only the second Hyuuga not to eye him with total suspicion. "I suppose they're late now."
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Ah yes, he'd always remember the looks on their usually dispassionate faces as they led strong and didn't relent even when they appeared to be backed in a corner.
"I believe I've been officially deemed 'unfit' to lead the clan," he said with a wry amusement. "The depths of irony are lost on them. But the way is clear for Hinata-sama now. She's displayed promise, in their eyes."
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"Unfit," he repeated, however, mouth twitching at one corner. "Hinata had promise all alone. The thing that's unfit is their ridiculous branding policy."
Not that Neji likely needed any confirmation of that from an outsider. Turning the subject away from home almost physically, Sasuke tilted his head in the general direction of the festivities, raising an eyebrow. "But you're here without clan, aren't you? How has it been?"
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But the change in topic is a welcome one. "Yes, I was only here in part with my father and Hinata-sama to pay our respects, but I have more reason than that to be here. As for you, I noticed you're the next liaison to Amegakure. How is that going?"
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"It's going as well as might be expected," he says, shrugging a noncommittal shoulder: there's no real policy against talking about an active mission as boring as this one, but the habit sticks. "But if you're outstaying the others, what is your compelling reason to be in Suna?"
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It's no secret of course, but he wonders how much Temari might mind so many Konoha-nin knowing next time she has the opportunity to visit. But Sasuke wasn't the type to spread information, and he half-expected the rumor mill would somehow get a hold of it anyway. He had nothing to hide, and Hyuuga had given him the leash, probably not expecting him to run with it.
"Sabaku Temari," And the way he smiles is indicative of a more substantial relationship than that of an escort- not that she needs one in her home village. Sasuke's smart; he's sure that's enough.
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21st? idk I'm picking a random day
Today she simply appears at his side just before midday. She'd have found him earlier, but there was some snafu with the housing arrangements for a noble and ugh she was still working out the resulting headache. As a result, she doesn't look quite her usual lively free-spirited self. She looks tired, sounds it too when she speaks up.
"Hi. Enjoying yourself today?"
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Neji greets her with a smile as he does everyday, though it fades by a few degrees as he takes in her tired state.
"Moreso now." It's a little sappy, but he hopes it might cheer her up- even if it's just to tease him for the comment. "Is everything alright?"
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"Nothing a couple pain killers won't cure." She's already digging in the pouch at her waist for them as she speaks. Hand emerging with a small bottle that she shakes two round white pills into her open palm before dry swallowing them.
"Do anything interesting today?"
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"Not particularly. Avoiding all but select members of my clan, for the most part. But they should be leaving soon. Perhaps we should get something to eat and relax somewhere for the afternoon?"
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"Mm, that sounds nice. There's a nice place just beyond the main festival area. Should be sort of quiet. We'll figure out the relax part after we eat?"
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So he agrees with a nod and takes a slight detour past the main festivities in consideration of her likely headache. No races or games today, just a simple sedate pace and a comfortable quiet between them. He enjoys it as much as their good-natured competitions.
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