Sun, rain, and mud on your pirate boots.
Kilted lads going 'regimental.'
A comparison of walking sticks among men old and young and always a murmur of "Gandalf."
Wenches in corsets with 'vast tracks of land' ready at hand with their favorite hue of harlot red lipstick.
Men dressed up as dragons and unicorns and parrots.
Children running and gasping an argument over whether a peasant can become a knight.
Turkey legs all smokey and salty with a cup of sweet mead.
Songs flitting through the air on errant breezes, one moment the raunchy tavern tune, the next a ballad of love at harvest.
Exclamations that my tarot readings are "scary good" as the client gets up from the querent's chair still staring at the tarot cards that predicted their change of business, their need to stop self-criticism, or upcoming travel.
Pewter mugs of hot chai among the discussion of period beverages.
Escaped ladies of court who buy illicit hair pins and rings. Damsels that dare to go walking without escort.
Envy of the silk and skin of belly dancers as the sun heats period costume layers. Jealousy of warm cloaks and stockings as the clouds block the heat.
"Who is your favorite? Red, Green, or Blue?"
Squabbles of partners for peasant dancing along with the yearly bemoaning of the lack of available men.
The making of new friends and the discussions of court drama.
Fools hunting treasure with acrobatic skills, throwing their flags and telling their jokes that both cause giggles and confusion.
Fairy lasses flitting over crystals, unable to choose between amethyst or clear.
Axe throwing and stage battles and children with boffer swords - and the need for the parents to buy a new sheild.
Sighs at the end as we return to the real world among the discussions on mead vs. ale hangovers and as to whether new costumes are tax deductible.