The High Chiefdom of Pasthaura
Turactis
January 1, 1880
"Hail to the queen!" Called out a guard, wearing his highly stylized military uniform, with golden tassels and deep violet velvet, "Hail to the Marikh of the lands!"
Thastara stepped onto the platform, wearing traditional Pasthani attire. It was the closest thing to a national costume the nation produced. Her chest was covered by a violet wrap, and a skirt of matching type was tied at the waist, leaving the midriff bare. Long white gloves of the finest leather, obtained from young goats, adorned her arms to a perfect fit, emphasizing her style, grace, and regal status. On her legs were a pair of tall boots made of solid rubber, collected from the heart of the island her nation lay on, with carved and engraved heels of fine tropical wood. These served practicality, as the land of Pasthaura was often wet, and could range from a beach to a mountaintop rapidly. Thus, the boots served as an all-purpose item, staying both dry and insulated in all terrain. She coughed as she reached the top of the platform, overlooking a large crowd of the various ladies and gentlemen that had gathered before her. It came to her immediate attention that the national costume of Pasthaura defied the modesty standards of many of the assembled people, but she cared not. After all, national costumes were never a fanciful gown, and their age in design showed in how often they defied the moral standards of the nations. She opened her mouth to speak,
"Thaura kesam, vanakiyan rasarva. Vanakiyan thirai." She began to speak, her native tongue being the first words, "We are proud to welcome the ladies and gentlemen here to the World's Fair of 1880." she finally began, speaking the lingua franca, her accent showing. "Pasthaura is home to one of the oldest civilizations in the world. Our ancestors, many years ago, met with many of yours. They shared the land, they lived, they fought, but the history that Pasthaura has with her continental neighbors is undeniable. It is for this reason that we have been selected this round to host the World's Fair, and it is with great honor that I say my people have long anticipated the event. We present here the technological marvels of the world around us, the progress that civilization brings. We present here the artifacts of peoples from all corners of the world, ranging from simple tribes to sprawling empires. We present here the arts that man has made, of songs and paintings and poems, for all to appreciate. People from all walks of life have come together to produce for this event, and so I hereby declare the World Fair of 1880 officially open!"
Her guards began their impressive drills as music began to fill the air. The government officials present made sure to put on the best show they could, to amaze and impress, while the queen slunk away to explore the fair for herself. She was young, inexperienced, but she had proven herself a very capable leader thus far. Even organizing such a large event had proven her worth to the eyes of her people, to acquire the rights to host it, and to put it all in motion. She walked down the lanes of displays set up to demonstrate, with various carnies and showmen demonstrating their products.
"By the year 2000, the average gentlemen will own five hot-air balloons!" cries one, showing his small-scale demonstration of the physics behind the curious device, inflating the balloon and watching it float, and then letting it back down again.
"Come one, come all, come see the amazing contraption that will suit your home finely!" cried another, showing off some strange metal device that he claimed could peel and grate all sorts of foods. "Your kitchen will never be complete without this culinary omnitool!" he cried once more, beginning to demonstrate the various things it could do. It was truly an amazing device, as long as the task consisted of cutting fine lines into soft foods.
"Come test your luck!" yelled one carny, "With the wheel of fortune! You may win a reading of your future and know the will of fate itself as granted by the beautiful and mysterious Madame Strange, speaker of the bizarre!"
All of this intrigued and mystified the young woman, but what truly caught her eye was a large wooden monster, and twisting and contorting mass of wood and steel, a ride which had scarce seen permanent residence anywhere. This rollercoaster, an invention that had been around for decades but had never seen commercial purpose, was a beautiful and terrifying beast. She was enchanted, delighted, and managed to lose track of both the fair and of her own mind, leaving her standing before it, completely unaware of her surroundings. Completely forgetting her need to change into a proper gown, she simply stood in silence before the great thing.