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From the shelter of the castle on the lake, all gather to celebrate and enliven the season under the spectacle of the various tourneys. Of course it's not just the games, the festival embodies unity and kinship and charity of the season, and there's an abundance of distractions otherwise to raise the spirits of the populace. But naturally the prime focus of most everyone are the games themselves, the first in a long time that something like this has happened, simply for the benefit and enjoyment of the people and their spirits.
The thrill of competition, the allure of prizes and gambling, pride for Bexley and the populace, and all bolstered by scrumptious foods and hot drinks normally reserved only for feasts at noble tables. One might think no expense was spared, but simply put, the abundance of harvest and nature due to your divine presence has left the people and the town with more goods and food than they know what to do with.
<span class="mu-b">"A fine sight to see the recovery of Bexley, your grace."</span>
<span class="mu-s">"Best wishes for the coming year, if this merriment is any measure!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"You stand as an inspiration to us all with your magnificence, my Lady."</span>
All of this of course serves as an impressive welcome and draw for outsiders, particularly envoys from the neighboring towns and their ruling noble houses. Petrez, Brouchard and Dallford, those nearest and able to send representatives in adequate time for the festival. More than a few independent merchants as well, braving the dangerous roads (though less dangerous for those towns behind the front line) and all of them coming to find the awesome nature of the "new" Bexley, from the logic-defying reshaping of the landscape to the overflowing bounty of food and goods.
For most this is their first exposure to a divine being, though whether they recognize or accept your godhood, they cannot deny the impression your presence leaves on them. How easily charmed and swayed by your beauty and nature, that they hardly seem to notice your strange foreign nature or social misbehavior. There is a lot of fancy praise and gifts offered in an official manner, but you know that you've already captured enough hearts for your legacy to be carried home with them and spread among the other towns. And by the splendor of Bexley itself, it's inevitable that trade will only increase. For all those looking to claim some of the wealth of this town and affection of the ruling Lady, for themselves.
Some benefit it also provides you, though you wouldn't admit, for occupying your time and attention with supplicants and suitors through the festival. Too busy seeing to guests, to compete in games yourself... as much as you desired to, but by now are starting to privately accept that it would be better not to. A worthy reason to excuse yourself, and maintain the image of a regal lady presiding over the events.
