The roads of downtown Puerta Mibela were empty. But people were crowded along the sidewalks. Some brought their children, some brought alcohol, but just about everyone brought blankets and cameras to enjoy the parade. The sun was out, and there was no sign of rain. Perfect parade weather. Everyone sipped on their sodas or beer, waiting for all the grand sights.
The parade portion of the celebration ran along downtown Puerta Mibela and ended at the city limits where there was a small carnival -- complete with a fairground and midway. Each sponser had their own vehicle, and most of them had a stand in the midway.
Vanguard's car was parked in a garage while the decorations were being placed on the outside of the vehicle. "I wish we could have used the Stormloader," said Drake.
Leslie laughed. "Do you want to drive it downtown?" Drake shook his head. "Didn't think so."
Tayden looked up in the sky. "Where's Brianna? Did you send her on some arrends, Leslie?"
"Yeah. I told her to get some stuff we can throw --" Leslie caught Luchadore's frown. "--give the children. Our budget looks good, I just told her not to get beads. Everyone throws beads at these parades."
Sure enough, Brianna was seen in the air, carry a large bag. She did not look happy. Her face was pale, and her wings were flapping frantically. "Uh-oh," said Tayden. "I think that load's a little too big for her..."
"Look out!" cried Brianna. She tucked her wings in and rolled onto the grass outside the garage. The bag didn't move after she landed, but Brianna rolled until she hit the wall of the garage.
"You okay?" asked Tayden.
Brianna rubbed her forehead. "Just my ego." She looked at Leslie. "Well, I didn't buy beads. What do you think?"
Leslie looked in the bag. "Well, they aren't beads." She lifted some of the items out of the bags. They were toys. All were made out of cloth and painted wood. There were ballerinas, soliders, horses, lions, dogs, and cats. "They're...they're kind of cute Bri. Where did you find them?"
Brianna grinned. "You'd be surprise at the skills of some of the artisans outside of the capital. There's a small shoppe owned by some old man -- I swear he's pushing eighty. I bought everything in the store." Brianna picked up one of the ballerinas. "It's so stupid, but I use to love playing with my mother's doll. It was a balleria, dressed in green and made of porcelain. I guess that's why I bought them all."
Brianna seemed puzzled by her own words. She looked up at everyone and grinned. "Why, I suppose we need to finish the car soon. And who's going to dress up as Santa? I went by the HQ to pick up the costume."
Last edited by Cowgirl Jack; 2004-01-09 7:44 PM.
