2002
Louisiana Renaissance Festival
Twas the time we made our lone journey to
Hawkwood that I first heard of Albright a small village just over a five
hours ride northeast of home. I was perusing the wares of a
swordsmith's shoppe when I came upon an announcement of Albright's
festival. The smithy informed me that the festival was indeed
new and that he would be traveling there in the next few weeks.
Of Hawkwood, I have not heard word of
its festival this year and fear that it hast fallen to the large
dragon that dwelled among them, but I digress. Two years hast
since past, and both Sir Richard and I agree that time hast come to
scout this town of Albright and twas no better time than during its
festival.
Tis the 30th day of November in the year
2002, and tis shalt be my first journey to the Louisiana Renaissance
Festival. My companions are the lovely Lady Mary and Sir
Richard. Our ride shalt take as long as it took to travel to
Hawkwood or just an hour longer than to travel to the Faire of
Scarborough.
Sir Michael and Lady Lisa arrive near
half past nine and report that rain hast left the grounds muddy, but
the weather is dry and mild. We arrive at twenty past
eleven. The parking lot is indeed muddy from a morning
rain. Once again the weather oracles deserve to be flogged.
They had assured me of only a meager chance of rain. The climate
is indeed mild... mild enough that I forsake my cape. The
attendants are not in garb. Some here and there have black caps with
LRF sewn to the front. The moment Sir Richard and I step forth and slip
on our gear, we are questioned by visitors if we are part of the
festival. We tell them that we are not. Lady Mary expects to see
few people in garb, but I have spotted five already slip down the path
to the main gate. Some only in a simple cloak.
The fences are ripped logs nailed
together to appeared as stacked logs. White gravel covers the
pathway, but some straw would be nice for the muddy sections.
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