Editing Sights at the Festival

{{Fruit Festival}}
{{Quality
|ID = 110588
|Icon = Island2.png
|Description = Bunting and flower-garlands! Newspaper-cones filled with rubbery lumps! A sinister lambency beneath the cliff-foot waves!
|Quality type = Circumstance
|Discrete = yes
|Lower = no
}}
{{Airs table
|Level 0 = Back out onto the cold, dark zee...
|Level 1 – 4 = A cluster of figures climb to the clifftop. Odd. There's nothing up there.
|Level 5 – 9 = Halfway up the hillside stands the maypole. The ribbons twine around it, twists of bright colour.
|Level 10 – 14 = The trees (real trees!) rustle under one of Mutton Island's unpredictable breezes.
|Level 15 – 19 = On the quay, a Twinkle-Eyed Lobsterman sells cones of rubbery lumps to fresh tourists.
|Level 20 – 24 = Flower baskets decorate the whitewashed cottages. Daffodils, yellow as the forgotten sun. Peonies pink and purple. The blue bells of lazy foxgloves.
|Level 25 – 28 = A whiff of something mouth-watering reaches your nose: someone is frying fresh rubbery lumps.
|Level 29 = Black waves lick white sand. Drownies venture onto the shore.
|Level 30 – 34 = Was that a lone lamp, flitting through the shoreside ruins?
|Level 35 – 39 = On the harbour a victorious tourist holds up his wriggling, silver catch. Admirers coo.
|Level 40 – 44 = A sheen of phosphorescent seaweed glows on the waters at the cliff's foot.
|Level 45 – 49 = A smell rolls off the harbour: salt-wet boats and drying lobster pots.
|Level 50 – 54 = Black waves slap against the rocks that ring the island. How sharp they are! Like teeth!
|Level 55 – 59 = The merry lights of the island glimmer on the zee-waves. Only to the east and south, though. forth and west, the island is dark.
|Level 60 – 69 = A raucous cheer from the beer tent!
|Level 70 – 79 = A jaunty tune kicks up from the feasting tables. Feet stamp! Hands clap!
|Level 80 – 84 = Youths in white dresses and white smocks dance through the streets, garlanding tourists with flowers.
|Level 85 – 89 = Drownies bob in the water, calling to tourists on the waterfront. They are not normally so bold.
|Level 90 – 94 = A straw-stuffed effigy stands on a roof. A robed thing; or are those wings? A hole has been cut through its middle. An unlit candle sits inside.
|Level 95 – 99 = A merry girl with bells on her ankles leads a line of dancers along the waterfront. Her hair is black as the zee. Her cheeks are red as roses.
|Level 100 = A discordance. Are two bands playing? No. One song comes from the island. The other - muted, but no less merry - from beneath the waves.
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