Log Date: 11/5/95 Log Intro: During her visit to Sorrow's End for the Festival of Flood and Flower, Rillwhisper has experienced some measure of strife on behalf of her tribe. Jasmael, her lifemate Woodhawk's daughter, has been distraught to learn from one of the Gliders present that her lifemate Gerren has allegedly awakened... and furthermore, that Sar, the Glider whom Jasmael claims is responsible for kidnapping her out of Blue Mountain and killing her child, is present at the Festival. Rillwhisper has questioned Sar and has learned that he claims the child is still alive, although he does not deny taking her out of Blue Mountain. After considering what to do about this, Rillwhisper returns to the village square, to see how the Festival is proceeding.... ---------- You smile to yourself and hurry towards the Dancing Square. Dancing Square A wide paved square surrounded by brightly colored pavilions and canopied platforms. Gaily colored banners and paper lanterns hang from poles at the corners in the setting sun. Warm spring winds dip to ground level from time to time. In the warm spring evening the elves gather to rest and chat. Soft laughter is heard from a hut. FESTIVAL: The Festival is an occation for fun and celebration, and should progress peacefully. Fighting and similar angstful activites are not permitted, please respect this. Contents: Strongbow Telia Terlis Behtor Drynnyan Trollkiller Whitling WolfFlame Bricchana Ekuar Sun-Toucher Ynderra large wooden cask Kissing Booth Gambling Pavilion Balancing Game Tables Shimmer(#7746Jeops) Drum Obvious exits: Garden Canopy Savah's House Boundary Path Crossroads You arrive at the Dancing Square still smiling a bit, looking around to see who is here. Strongbow makes a sort of odd expression at the idea of telling a Go-Back about having fun, and chews on the bit of meat, as if some of his appetite has left him. Whitling grins, moving and tapping her feet to keep the jingling beat going. Terlis lifts his flute to his lips and hops off into the dancing square, beginning to play a lively tune. He spots Rillwhisper and his eyes light up. Ekuar looks up and brightens, bobbing his head to Rillwhisper in greeting. Drynnyan smiles. Whitling sends openly ** It's so _hard_ to dance alone! ** Bricchana smiles and closes her eyes for a moment. She nods to Drynnyan. Behtor smirks Rillwhisper, expression much mellower than the last time she entered the square, wanders into view. She smiles warmly as she's spotted by various elves, outright beams at the sight of her furry lifemate wrapped up in somebody's arms -- it's inevitable, with Trollkiller -- and shakes her head briefly, as if slightly dazed. You locksend ** Beloved! Do you... feel something? ** to Trollkiller. WolfFlame looks around curiously for a dancing partner Trollkiller waves at Strongbow and Rillwhisper. ** Yep! ** Ekuar chuckles merrily to Whitling. "Oh! Well, then, wait for me!" Whitling giggles as she dances happily. Bramble emerges from the shelter of the canopy. Bramble has arrived. Ekuar leans on his staff, rising, tapping his way with a ringing of bells into the center of the dancing square. Whitling grins towards Ekuar, nodding as she hears the bells approaching Drynnyan turns to Bricchana, sending. Trollkiller giggles. ** I think it's the wine. ** Strongbow nods with the hint of a smile to Trollkiller, then his eyes follow Trollkiller's other wave to the green-eyed chieftess. He sends wordless greeting, apparently a bit more relaxed than previous. WolfFlame dances around laughing with the absolute joy of the movement Terlis twirls about, noting Rill's gaze at Trollkiller and goes about playing his song. The notes bound about, passing and spinning about each of the dancers and then darting skyward. Ynderra, quite thoroughly occupied with Trollkiller, inundates him in a brilliant glow as she hugs him enthusiastically. Ekuar smiles affectionately at WolfFlame. "Come, pretty huntress! That's the way to show me how to dance, ah!" Trollkiller wurbles. ** Then again, maybe it's not... **:sut(Active: 1)_ Strongbow stifles a low chuckle at Trollkiller. WolfFlame giggles and twirls over to Ekuar, her eyes sparkling with life Behtor shrugs... no fire, no battle and no one dead... but hey, dancing's dancing and moves over to join in with a smirk leaning slightly toward a grin. Rillwhisper studies the scene, and grins widely, then ambles over to Strongbow. You locksend ** How about you, archer? Do you, um, feel something? ** to Strongbow. Whitling giggles at a send, dancing for the sheer joy of it. Strongbow's eyes flicker to Rillwhisper and he steps a bit aside, to clear her path to the meat should she wish it, and munches thoughtfully. Ekuar cannot leap as gracefully as his dancing partners, but his slender body does sway side to side with a smooth rhythm, the belled staff chiming. Strongbow locksends ** Something, right. Blame your younger mate's back-rub. **. Rillwhisper glances at the food, and smiles, plucking up some small snack to nibble on. She watches the dancing, eyes bright. Behtor begins dancing with the others... holding her spear aloft like a good goback, leaping and jumping about. Telia plucks another piece of fruit off the table, and eats it, watching the dancers. Rillwhisper suddenly splutters, with laughter, and just basically succeeds in not spitting out her mouthful of food. Whitling grins at the chiming of the staff, sounding different than the ankle-bells and wristbands. She moves to the music and the beat, giggling happily. Behtor even decides to be considerate and makes sure not to skewer anyone with the spear. You locksend ** Archer... dear one.... usually his backrubs do this to me when he's _touching_ me...! ** to Strongbow. Behtor thinks we need drums... lotsa drums... Behtor grins. WolfFlame laughs gleefully, her body twisting and turning as she moves, the bells chiming with the slightest motion Strongbow's face flickers with a bit of a smirk at Rillwhisper. Behtor shouts and grins and dances... waving her spear about joyfully. Ekuar is humming as he sways to and fro, his eyes aglow with pleasure, tapping the staff in time. The bells make a silvery counterpoint to the warmer music of the dancers. Whitling giggles at the loud shouting from Behtor. Behtor does shout in time.. kinda. You sense in a locksend, Strongbow quite apparently relaxes a bit in sending, rather more clear now on what you mean, and chuckles wordlessly in agreement. Telia looks anonyed as her foot starts to tap involuntarily. Ynderra, as the dancing commences, looks up... and beams. And tugs at Trollkiller, remembering his earlier suggestion. "Come on!" Behtor laughs! Moonshade arrives from the crossroads, looking around to see who is here. Moonshade has arrived. Moonshade goes south. Moonshade has left. Trollkiller woo!s and jumps up with Ynderra. Moonshade arrives from the south boundary path. Moonshade has arrived. Rillwhisper grins at Strongbow, then spots Moonshade, and waves to her! Moonshade waves happily to Rillwhisper. Strongbow finishes his bit of meat and folds his arms, watching the festivities with a somehwat bemused air, standing by the tables not too far from Rillwhisper. He follows the green-eyed chieftess' gaze and unfolds his stance to go toward his mate. Ynderra, still glimmering as she is, seems full of boundless energy, as she hauls the much larger Trollkiller into the dance with her. You locksend ** My eyes see with joy -- it has been a while. I'm glad you've come with Strongbow and the others. ** to Moonshade. Ekuar dances, after his fashion, his wiry frame moving to and fro as he shifts his weight from the good leg to the wooden leg and back. He shakes the staff with a bright smile, the bells ringing cheerfully. Whitling almost bounces around the dancing square, the bells ringing merrily. Behtor grins, having fun for the first cursed time since she got here... dancing and yelling and generally making a rukus. Trollkiller woo!s and follows the Sun-Folk's leads, bouncing around in what he hopes is something like the appropriate dance. WolfFlame kicks up her legs and twirls in the air as she tosses her head back laughing, the music leading her own Ekuar laughs and cheers happily at the burst of energy in the dance, as the glowing young healer leaps in. Rillwhisper, distracted by the sight of her lifemate suddenly dancing, howls in approval! Ynderra seems everywhere, black curls flying, blue eyes brilliant in her delicate face. Whitling grins and grabs playfully towards Sun-Toucher. "Come on, elder...dance with us?" Ekuar chuckles and hums, the bells on his staff ringing energetically as he sways. Behtor disentangles herself from teh dancing just long enough to drop her heavy weapons belt at the edge of the square and jumps back in with a grin, lighter and better able to dance. Strongbow finishes his path to Moonshade and puts one hand gently on her arm, eyes glimmering a bit. Trollkiller follows Ynderra around in step; now that it's dark, it's cool enough for him to keep up with everyone. Rillwhisper glances after Strongbow and Moonshade, looks _very_ briefly regretful but mostly satisfied, and leans somewhere comfortable to nibble at snacks. Whitling giggles as she moves towards the whooping elf, reaching out to twirl her around with a giggle. Well if no one _else_ will dance with her, she'll choose a partner! Telia decides she needs a drink, so she floats a cup of water over to her. Behtor laughs and catches her balance before she acidentally pokes someone with her spear. Ekuar's face is flushed, both with effort and with pleasure, as he watches Whitling's boundless energy. Moonshade takes her place by Strongbow's side. Ynderra whirls around Trollkiller, and Whitling, howling every so often. For good measure, she whirls around Ekuar and Behtor, too! Songshade arrives from the crossroads, looking around to see who is here. Songshade has arrived. Behtor grabs Whitling and tosses her up witha Whooop! Whitling giggles at the howls, letting Behtor go for now. Rumor arrives from the crossroads, looking around to see who is here. Rumor pads in quietly. Rumor has arrived. Songshade is shoved in, trying to hold back a HUGE black cat. Strongbow slips the hand that was on Moonshade's arm about her back and sets his other hand on her arm instead, sending softly at her for a moment, then watching the dancing. Songshade says "Rumor! Ack." Songshade looks quite comical as she valiantly struggles to shove the beast back. Whitling grins at the sounds, looking towards it with a giggle. Ekuar cheers! "Ha-hah! Woo! Look at you!" He sways vigorously, the bells chiming. Rumor will have none of it, of course, scenting food on the wind. WolfFlame giggles and dances and twirls about the circle, she slides past Ekuar with a wink Moonshade nudges Strongbow, giving him a questioning look followed by a challenging grin. Behtor laughs! Trollkiller swings around from Ynderra to another partner back to Ynderra back to another partner back to Ynderra... ** Fun! ** Strongbow starts a bit and looks back at Moonshade again, one brow quirking. Moonshade hmms innocently. Ekuar brightens and tucks his staff against his side, reaching out happily toward WolfFlame. "Here, here, pretty one! Let me try my hand at spinning you!" Rumor eventually makes his way past the bedraggled Cat Elf to the tables, ignoring all else. Whitling grins, grabbing Trollkiller's hand briefly as she spins with him, then on towards the next elf in line, whoever it may be. Tel-tela emerges from the shelter of the canopy. Tel-tela has arrived. Songshade puts her hands on her hips, mumbling something about a 'blasted cat'. Tel-tela smiles, and mans her booth WolfFlame smiles and takes Ekuar's hand in her own as she begins to spin Rumor doesn't even seem to notice elves are here, jumping up to place his two huge forepaws on the table to get a look at what's to eat. Behtor dances energetically... somehow still having breath enough to be noisy about it as well. Rillwhisper perks up and peers at Strongbow and his tanner mate. Ekuar whoops joyfully, carefully propping himself up with the staff under his arm as he twirls WolfFlame. You locksend ** Did that look of yours mean what I think it did? ** to Moonshade. Strongbow reaches over to take Moonshade's other hand, then, standing round in front of her, eyes glittering narrow and just as mischevious as the tanner's. Whitling considers dragging the new elf into the dance, but she _did_ just arrive... WolfFlame tosses her head back as she twirls, her bells chiming with her every move Telia steps aside so as not to interfere with the cat. Songshade brushes herself off, dust coating her leathers, brushing back her hair exasperatedly. Rumor whuffles around, coming away with a huge hunk of boar meat to chomp on contentedly, and drags it away. Tel-tela smiles, and looks for someone to drag ehr into the dance Ynderra's hands are everywhere, just as much as her feet, and each time she passes Trollkiller she lithely claps her hands against his, high in the air. Rumor goes north. Rumor has left. Songshade sighs, but smiles at all the dancers. Ekuar's eyes are sparkling, following each of the younger dancers in turn as they whirl and leap around him. WolfFlame finally stops spinning as she giggles and leans in and kisses Ekuar's cheek before spinning away Rillwhisper takes out her flute and begins to play, brightly. Moonshade smiles and faces her mate, grinning exhultantly. Ekuar beams at WolfFlame and keeps his staff tucked under his arm so his hand is free to lightly brush against the other dancers as they pass. Songshade slides quietly over to the food table, selecting a somewhat smaller chunk of meat. :) Strongbow seems to perk a little at the sound he knows as Rillwhisper's flutistry, and tugs softly at Moonshade's hand, tilting his head a slight bit. Whitling grins up at Ekuar as he brushes against her, moving around towards the other dancers, letting her ears tell her where they are. Moonshade locksends ** Oh yes it did! ** Rillwhisper flashes a warm and encouraging glance to the archer and the tanner, and plays, perhaps just for them. Behtor dances in and around everyone, brandishing her spear and shouting every now and again... this is great! now if only there was a battle schedualed for tomorrow... Behtor looks at you closely for a moment. Moonshade readies herself for what promises to be a wild dance! Strongbow grins at his lifemate's sending, and takes her other hand, backing up in close to counterpoint steps to those of the music, eyes glittering woodsy brown at the tanner. Leetah emerges from the shelter of the canopy. Leetah has arrived. Whitling giggles, turning towards the new arrival with a nod of greeting. Trollkiller swing, swing, swings around, passing by Strongbow, Moonshade, others... Moonshade follows Strongbow's steps, matching every motion, grinning in wild abandon. Ynderra stops -- but only for a startled moment -- as she sees Moonshade and -- STRONGBOW?! -- entering the dance. Then, exultantly, she howls in welcome, and her slender form gleams all the more brightly. Ekuar perks up from where he sways happily in the crowd of dancers, noticing Leetah. He beams at her, exultant in the heady shimmer of the magic-tinged air. WolfFlame twirls and leaps about the square, as she keeps up with the dance Strongbow tugs Moonshade out into the square, eyes glimmering without remorse or sternness for perhaps the first time all festival, smirking over his shoulder from time to time at Trollkiller, Ynderra, Whitling, whomever dances past, but eyes for the most part on those of his mate, starting to join the dizzy whirling of the festival with swift steps close to the ground. Tel-tela goes home. Tel-tela has left. Rillwhisper fills the seemingly wine-sweet air with her flutesong, the notes whirling almost as eagerly as the dancers. Songshade goes north. Songshade has left. Leetah stretches lightly and looks around, possibly looking for someone. Then she smiles, and sits down in the shade to watch. Moonshade whirls away from Strongbow's strong grasp until just their fingertips are touching then spins back against his chest. Whitling giggles and nods quickly to the new arrival before getting swept back up into the dance. Ekuar carefully eases his staff from beneath his arm into his hand, and makes his way through the dancers toward Leetah. Strongbow clasps his lifemate close as she swirls into him, then frees her again. Hunterlike steps weave a dance of their own, in time to the music. Behtor jumps and whirls till she's ready to drop.. then starts looking for fur warmers... after all.. that's what gobacks do best (after killing trolls that is ;) Spidersilk blinks slowly. And looks over at Ynderra, and very quietly, says, "That _is_ Strongbow, isn't it?" Ynderra cheers! and spins and whirls in the dance, sending back giddy assent to Spidersilk. Whitling laughs, taking a few gasping breaths as she moves over to the benches, collapsing into them. After checking that she isn't plopping down on anyone's lap, that is. Trollkiller grins. ** Now if that other... um... Rayek? would only join in... ** Ekuar reaches Leetah's side, breathing quickly and happily from the exertion... and conceivably from something else, judging from the flush on the old elf's cheeks and the bright dreaminess of his large eyes. Whitling grins and nods towards Trollkiller. Moonshade follows Strongbow's cue acting the part of prey. Leetah watches Ekuar approach, and holds out a hand to him when he gets close enough. "Hello there.." Telia finally gives up and lets the music take her, leaping out over the dancers and joining in with a complicated series of ariel moves. Ynderra, with a few elves dropping out, looks about in bright-eyed giddiness... _her_ energy isn't flagging in the slightest. WolfFlame stops in her tracks and starts lauging at Trollkiller's comment, ** Oh I can't even imagine that one dancing! ** Behtor cheers as the glider finally loosens up (I'm telling you... talk about sticks in the mud.) Rillwhisper plays... and plays on, fingertips flying on her flute's holes. Ekuar settles down happily beside Leetah, putting his staff beside him and grasping the healer's hand gently. "Oh! Eh-- pretty Healer!" His tone is warm with relief. Whitling wipes her brow, checking for a mug of sweet water. Strongbow stalks, slipping through the dancers, one hand always on his mate's, eyes on hers alone now. His feet take him close enough to her to let him stroke her hair, but not close enough to catch her, whirling out again into the spin of the dance. Moonshade acts the part of the prey tiring.. preparing for the "final kill" knowing that the end is coming and yet still fighting to survive Whitling giggles at the still dancing elves, taking a deepdrink of water. Leetah quirks an eyebrow at Ekuar, and nods. Behtor dives toward drink.. that's what she needs! Behtor gulps down water and smirks Ekuar pulls Leetah's hand gently to his slender chest, against his heart. His eyes fix on hers, large and earnest. Behtor says "send at me again and I'll smack ya" WolfFlame wanders over to the table WolfFlame pours sparkling water from one of the clay jars standing in the shade under the tables. Whitling blinks at that and grins. "Pardon me...I keep forgetting." Strongbow finds Moonshade's other hand with his loose one and brings her in toward himself, feet taking them both in a small circle of their own, dizzy in capture. As they slow, he tugs her gently out of the square, a bit northward, eyes glimmering with restrained laughter. Behtor catches her breath and drinks a little more water... sheesh it's hot down here. Whitling finishes off her mugful of water, splashing some of it on hersefl. Leetah blinks? then frowns, darkening slightly. Moonshade allows herself to be drawn toward her lifemate, not fighting nearly as strongly as she would if it were really a fight for her life. WolfFlame sits down sipping her water Ekuar lifts the darkskinned healer's hand from his heart to his cheek, leaning a bit forward. Spidersilk should think not. Nobody in their right mind would fight Strongbow. Not under these circumstances! Whitling wipes the water over her forehead and grins. "Remind me never to do that again..." Moonshade goes north. Moonshade has left. Strongbow slips an arm around his lifemate once more and guides her, gently, away from the dance. Whitling's fingers find a fruit on the table. Strongbow goes north. Strongbow has left. Overhead, Zemmil rises up from below. Overhead, Zemmil flies down. Zemmil glides down from above. Zemmil has arrived. Behtor smirks at Whitling "Never do that again." Telia swoops and twirls and leaps over the remaining dancers. Zemmil says "hello" Whitling grins at Behtor wryly. "Thanks..." Zemmil lands next to his cask Leetah looks away from the old rockshaper, her eyes trying to find something, anything on the ground as a diversion./world tmr Whitling splashes a little bit of water towards where Behtor's voice came from. "Here...you sounds hot." Ekuar holds Leetah's hand against his gaunt cheek, softly, his eyes shining deeply with hope... and with sadness. Behtor leans on the food table, still working on getting her breath back completely... was a lot of dancing she just did... she scans the crowd for free males or some such. Zemmil says "would anyone like some of my brew?" Ynderra giggles... at last, starting to lose her breath. She pauses, and wobbles on her feet, still shimmering from head to toe. Trollkiller swings by Leetah and Ekuar, fur and hands _everywhere_, and loops Leetah around him twice before spinning on back to Ynderra. Drynnyan steps toward Zemmil. "I would, if I may." Zemmil says "certainly" Ynderra, cornered by Trollkiller, eeeeeeees! happily as she is snatched. Zemmil pours a mug of the sweet smelling amber liquid for Drynnyan Whitling sniffs at the liquid, thoughtfully. "What is it, Zemmil?" Leetah eeeps and goes swirling, grins at Trollkiller, then looks back at the ground. Ekuar ducks and smiles at the exuberant fur-covered elf as he whirls through and past, but the joy doesn't last, as he turns anxiously back to Leetah. Ynderra blinkblinkblinks muzzily at Trollkiller, perhaps at a send. Whitling splashes a bit more water at the goback. Must have missed her the first time... Behtor gets splashed with water, she laughs and whipes off her face. Ynderra starts to nuzzle Trollkiller, then wrinkles her nose and squints off at Savah's hut. Whitling grins at the sounds of the laughter, finishing off her glassful of water and filling another. "Dancing's hot work..." Drynnyan takes the mug graciously and moves back to his place on the edge of the square, watching. Zemmil says "Would anyone else like some?" Whitling says "What is it?" Zemmil says "I call it sgood" Trollkiller swings by, spinning around with Ynderra. ** What? ** Trollkiller swings by, spinning around with Ynderra. ** is? ** Trollkiller swings by, spinning around with Ynderra. ** it? ** Trollkiller swings by, spinning around with Ynderra. ** made? ** Trollkiller swings by, spinning around with Ynderra. ** from? ** Sun-Toucher walks over towards his daughter, a gentle smile on his face as he senses her presence. "Leetah, my darling." He murmurs as he nears her. Zemmil says "I brewed it form the nectar of desert flowers" Behtor smirks and takes a mugful of water and tossing it at the dancefloor helpfully. Zemmil says "It doesn't have the kick of Dreamberries, but it's similar" Ynderra giggles, getting dizzy as Trollkiller spins her! Yatek has arrived. Yatek walks out of the Gambling Pavilion to sit down on the stool set right outside of it. Drynnyan moves over to where Leetah sits. Rillwhisper stops playing, to catch her breath for a while. She calls cheerfully to the one with the drink, "Some of that for me, please?" Whitling grins at the newcomer. Zemmil says "I call it Sgood, because everyone who tried it before said 'sgood'" Whitling giggles at that. Zemmil nods, and pours a mug and holds it out toward Rillwhisper. it then floats through the air toward her Leetah starts to say something to Ekuar, then smiles in relief as yet another diversion shows up. Sun-Toucher smiles gently as he settles by his daughter, squeezing her shoulder tightly Behtor fetches her belt from where she dropped it and checks briefly to see none of her weapons were damaged by being left on the ground like that and belts it back on. Sun-Toucher speaks in a low, gentle voice, a gentle smile creasing his aged face at his daughter's presence. Trollkiller flings himself over to the new drink, looking like he's panting a -- little. ** Me too, maybe... ** Rillwhisper gasps, and grins at Zemmil, reaching up to catch it. She salutes him wryly with her flute, and drinks. Whitling finally eyes her mug, then offers it towards Zemmil. 'Here...I'll try it." Ynderra wobbles and squints at Savah's hut again. Right, Rayek. Well, she could try to do something, she supposes... MistShroud arrives from the crossroads, looking around to see who is here. MistShroud has arrived. Jehran arrives from the south boundary path. Jehran has arrived. Trollkiller sends, ** Me me me me me me me? ** Behtor smirks Zemmil fills Whitling's mug Jehran makes his way into the square with a light step, and blinks at the sending of...he looks around. Something...furry. And repetitive. He shrugs amiably and skips a bit round the square to the tables, finding a piece of fruit to munch on. Behtor hoists her spear and starts walking off "I feel like killing something... heh... let's see if there's a ravvit around." Ekuar looks at Sun-Toucher, his lambent eyes filled with worry. Behtor grins and stalks off. MistShroud wanders in smilling at all the elves and finds a place to sit and enjoy the festivities. Behtor goes north. Behtor has left. Telia stops her ariel antics and glides down to the food table for a long drink of water. Zemmil pages: The drink is sweet, and smooth. Slightly intoxicating Rillwhisper shivers, and smiles delightedly at the stuff in the cup the tall elf floated to her. "It IS good," she calls to him. Whitling heads for the shelter of the canopy. Whitling has left. Zemmil says "thanks" Ynderra nodnods to Trollkiller, and wanders to Savah's hut's nearest wall, giggling thoughtfully to herself. Whitling heads for the shelter of the canopy. Whitling has left. Zemmil says "thank you" Ynderra nodnods to Trollkiller, and wanders to Savah's hut's nearest wall, giggling thoughtfully to herself. Sun-Toucher squeezes his daughter's shoulder, and speaks quietly to her. Trollkiller follows after Ynderra. ** Wuzzit? ** Ynderra whispers conspiringly to Trollkiller, but not as softly as she might be intending. "He IS cute, you know... bet we could relax him!" Spidersilk smiles, and slips away. Spidersilk heads for the shelter of the canopy. Spidersilk has left. Jehran watches people separate and wander out of the dancing area with a hint of worry. It's not _that_ late already, is it? If so, why hasn't his mate finished with that distasteful hunting stuff yet? QuietMind arrives from the south boundary path. QuietMind has arrived. Yatek heads for the shelter of the canopy. Yatek has left. Trollkiller sends something back at Ynderra, not really locked, but definately, um, fuzzy. QuietMind wanders in with a slight smile. Leetah shakes her head several times, and sighs. "No, no, and no." WolfFlame grins and waves Sun-Toucher frowns faintly at his daughter, "Daughter. Please.' He says, in a quiet voice. Rillwhisper, with evident satisfaction, finishes off the sweet, smooth 'sgood', and lifts her flute again. Zemmil says "I have plenty of Sgood for everyone!" Jehran munches on a piece of fruit, watching people dissipate from the dancing square...and catching sight of a particular blond wolfrider, grins a bit. "Beloved," he mouths with no voice, and holds out one hand. Zemmil pours himself a mug and sips it Drynnyan moves away from Leetah and the two elders respectfully, realizing it best to let them be. Ynderra grabs Trollkiller's hand, and tugs at him, eyes glowing with mischief. "C'mon, let's go see if we can roll Brownskin out!" Drynnyan heads for the shelter of the canopy. Drynnyan has left. Drynnyan heads for the shelter of the canopy. Drynnyan has left. QuietMind smiles and goes over to her lifemate "Enjoying the festivities, Jehran?" Drynnyan emerges from the shelter of the canopy. Drynnyan has arrived. QuietMind smiles and goes over to her lifemate "Enjoying the festivities, Jehran?" Drynnyan emerges from the shelter of the canopy. Drynnyan has arrived. Drynnyan leaves the dancing square, heading for the peaceful cool green of the Garden of Shade and Sweet Water. Drynnyan has left. Rillwhisper begins to play again, more slowly and mellowly now. Her reed flute's voice flows liquidly through the square. Trollkiller is willing, why not... Ekuar murmurs sadly to Leetah, "My dear... What could it hurt? It would be so-- eh, me. So important." His voice catches in his throat, and fades. Trollkiller follows after Ynderra. Ynderra enters the Hall of Memory to the northwest. Ynderra has left. Trollkiller enters the Hall of Memory to the northwest. Trollkiller has left. Jehran looks around a bit doubtfully, slipping one arm around QuietMind. Hm, what's that collection of greens and yellows folded over his arm? To his mate, he murmurs, "I wonder." QuietMind arches an eyebrow at Jehran "Oh... what've you got there?" QuietMind chuckles. Sun-Toucher whispers to his daughter. Dennah arrives from the south boundary path. Dennah has arrived. Rillwhisper glances after her mate and the young black-haired healer as she plays, and blinks. You locksend ** ? ** to Trollkiller. Dennah wanders into the square, looking around at everyone. Trollkiller locksends ** We're going to see if we can get the one with the long black hair to come out... um... Rayek. ** ** Leetah looks at her father, then at Ekuar, and back. They just won't leave it alone, will they? "Oh.. alright." Jehran watches Ekuar for a moment, then the village's pretty healer lass, then watches the chieftess-flutist a moment, recognizing some well, others only vaguely. At his mate's words, he starts and looks down at his arm, blushing a bit, not unattractively. "Ah...oh. These." Zemmil fills a mug, and floats it over to Leetah. Ekuar's face instantly lights with a joy so deep, his pale skin begins to glow from within. He grasps Leetah's hand tightly. QuietMind says "mhmm... those."in the air. You locksend ** Hmm... might be tough... ** to Trollkiller. Dennah sees the floating mug, and smiles, guessing who is behind it. Jehran grins, green gaze meeting QuietMind's. "Just something I said I'd do..." He pouts, putting on a very pretty face to pout with. "You didn't say no...!" Mender arrives from the south boundary path. Mender has arrived. Sun-Toucher smiles at that, in satisfaction,' Thank you, Leetah, my dear.' Zemmil says "hello Dennah. Would you like some Sgood?" Zemmil says "You too, Mender?" QuietMind chuckles "true... I didn't say no... " Dennah follows the path of the mug, to Zemmil. Zemmil smiles Trollkiller locksends ** Yeah, but it might be... um... yeah. ** WolfFlame grins and waves to Mender as he returns, ** Welcome bacck! ** Mender blinks quizzically at Zemmil. "Hm?" Starstreak arrives from the south boundary path. Starstreak has arrived. Zemmil floats a mug of Sgood over to dennah Leetah looks at the mug, and shakes her head. "I'll pass on that." She sits back down. Mender smiles at WolfFlame and begins making his way around the crowd over to her Starstreak walks by quietly, trying no to be noticed as she yawns and goes on her way. Starstreak heads for the shelter of the canopy. Starstreak has left. Zemmil floats the mug from Leetah over to mender Dennah watches the mug fly through the air, and catches it, smiling. Mender ohs and peeks into the mug. "What is it?" Jehran tilts his head a bit, coy look replacing the blush. "Can't hardly take proper advantage of the music without dancing...can't dance without blossom-petals to dance in...right?" He holds the mothfabric colors out to his mate, grinning. WolfFlame smiles brightly up at Mender ass he makes his way over to her Zemmil says "It's the brew you tried before." Zemmil says "You helped name it" Rillwhisper leans back where she sits, continuing to play, the flutesong sweet and airy. QuietMind shakes her head at her lifemate "Well... if you went through all that trouble I supose I could wear it. " Zemmil smiles slightly at mender Jehran barely restrains his grin. How many festivals has it been that he's been refused? "Come then, let's go get you into them....?" Terlis emerges from the shelter of the canopy. Terlis has arrived. Mender ahs and smiels widely at Zemmil, grasping the cup from the air. "Thank you!" He takes a sip and then stands beside WolfFlame. "Try some.. it's wonderful!" QuietMind chuckles "alright... alright... I can't believe I'm letting you do this... " Terlis wanders out from the canopy, yawning and stretching. Dennah smiles at the drink, remembering the first time she tried it. Zemmil says "first thing you said when you tried it is Sgood. So that is what I I called it." Ekuar blinks at Leetah, hopefully. WolfFlame sniffs the fluid curiously before taking a small sip WolfFlame mmms, ** Very nice ** Jehran takes QuietMind's arm, gently, and leads her homeward, step playful. Jehran goes south. Jehran has left. Yatek emerges from the shelter of the canopy. Yatek has arrived. Leetah blinks back, then ohs. "You meant now.." QuietMind goes south. QuietMind has left. Mender nods and grins at Zemmil. "He outdid himself with this one." Terlis yawns again and stumbles over to get himself some water. Ekuar bobs his head, eagerly. "He's right inside... He wasn't-- eh, feeling well." He pats Leetah's hand with encouragement. Yatek wanders over and taps Zemmil on the shoulder, "Any of that special brew of yours left?" Zemmil says "certainly!" Zemmil fills a mug for Yatek WolfFlame takes another sip, this one a little longer MistShroud goes home. MistShroud has left. Mender grins and slips an arm around WolfFlame's waist Dennah wanders idly around, examining the amber liquid. Yatek accepts the mug with a grin, "Thanks," and takes a swig. WolfFlame grins up at Mender as she takes another sip. Leetah looks around again, hoping for another diversion. When no more come, she stands up again. Yatek almost instantly gets the patented Sgood mile wide grin... Ekuar's eyes follow Leetah, anxious and wide. Yatek sits down at his normal stool right outside the Gamblin' Pavilion. Zemmil looks over to Dennah. "Are you going to try it?" Dennah smiles. "I don't know.. I remember last time." Zemmil says "it makes you feel better" Leetah enters the Hall of Memory to the northwest. Leetah has left. Ekuar gestures with his staff, the bells tied to it chiming faintly, toward Savah's house. "Thank you, my dear," he breathes softly. Yatek takes a long drink of the brew and sits back, grinning like a rutted zwoot. Dennah giggles softly, looking up at Zemmil. Dennah freezes. Zemmil says "You liked--" Zemmil's eyes widen as he looks at Dennah. He drops his mug with a crash. Dennah drops the mug, without even thinking about it. Rillwhisper looks over over her flute, and blinks. Dennah's mouth opens slightly, and she starts to waver where she stands. Ekuar glances affectionately at Sun-Toucher, and then back to the Hall of Memory, waiting. At the crash, he blinks and looks about distractedly. "Eh? Is everything-- all right?" Spidersilk emerges from the shelter of the canopy. Spidersilk has arrived. Sun-Toucher frowns, "Who dropped something?" Zemmil floats over to dennah, staring at her Terlis turns and scans the crowd, seeing new faces, eyes passing the couple in mid-recognition. He lets them rest on Telia for a moment. Telia puts down her water mug and starts to dance again, flowing to music. Ekuar leans toward Sun-Toucher, reaching to pat his friend's shoulder. "The tall one over there, and the lovely maiden. They're all right, though." He smiles. "Accidents happen, eh, at Festivals." Rillwhisper lowers her flute, and tilts her head, peering out at the gathering. Sun-Toucher nods slowly, his smile returning with ease, "That is fine, then. A dropped mug is no tragedy." Ekuar chuckles. "No, indeed." His eyes move, almost without him willing it, back to the Hall of Memory, fragile hope and worry mingling in their depths. Zemmil says "soul meets soul..." Zemmil lands nest to Dennah , staring down into her eyes. Dennah begins trembling, wavering back and forth Telia swirls and spins and her eyes fall on Terlis. Terlis smiles as Telia joins the dance and pulls his flute out to join Rill's music again. He dances towards the rest of the crowd of dancers and plays counterpoint to Rill's music. Rillwhisper quirks an eyebrow at Zemmil and Dennah, but resumes playing, grinning a bit when Terlis joins in. Yatek waves back and forth to the music, grinning goofily and basically oblivious to the situation. Terlis stops as his eyes catch Telia's, music faltering. Zemmil lands nest to Dennah , staring down into her eyes. Dennah's legs fail her, and she falls Zemmil blinks, and catches dennah Sun-Toucher frowns, "Something is happening I..." He stops, and smiles gently, then laughs, "Ah. A familiar sensation, this is." Woodgrace arrives from the south boundary path. Woodgrace has arrived. Mender keeps his arm around WolfFlame's waist and watches the pair with slight interest Telia's steps falter and she comes to a stop staring at Terlis. Ekuar blinks at Sun-Toucher's statement, and tips his head, considering. Then, all at once, he laughs brightly! "Oh! Eh, my friend! Is -that- what it is?" Zemmil says "yes." Sun-Toucher nods slowly at the voice of Ekuar with a slight grin, "When so many come together for the Festival...an unexpected REcognition is not impossible." Terlis lowers his flute slowly, eyes locked to Telia's as her takes a step towards her. Dennah just stares at Zemmil, hardly able to breathe Spidersilk looks up, and blinks. ** Grace? ** WolfFlame leans into Mender and nods slighty Yatek sets down his drink in bewilderment and watches the two couples in amazement. Ekuar pats Sun-Toucher's shoulder again, giving a joyful sigh. "More new life. Ah, me." Zemmil shivers visibly Woodgrace pads quietly along the path to the area of the dancing square... Zemmil smiles Telia steps backwards in respone to Terlis's movement. Her eyes remaining locked with his. Rillwhisper blinkblinkblinks, and suddenly giggles. Two Recognitions, she thinks. Dennah's face changes slowly... She smiles. Woodgrace watches between Dennah and Spidersilk, hesitates and then scurries over to Spidersilk to give her a tight hug! Terlis stops as he sees Telia step back, his eyes suddenly troubled. Spidersilk laughs and catches Woodgrace in a hug! ** My eyes see with joy! ** Ekuar's gaze goes to Rillwhisper when she giggles, and his eyes sparkle at her. "Truly -flood- and flower, eh, pretty wolf-chieftess?" Jehran arrives from the south boundary path. Jehran has arrived. QuietMind arrives from the south boundary path. QuietMind has arrived." Woodgrace squeezes Spidersilk, smiling brightly. Spidersilk tilts her head at Grace, sending quietly. Rillwhisper grins crookedly at Ekuar, and a bit wistfully. "Aye, old one!" Mender turns his head to grin slightly at WolfFlame WolfFlame giggles and gives Mender a gentle squeeze QuietMind follows her lifemate into the room and waits for all her friends to gasp in shock.. yes... Jehran has finally suceeded in getting QuietMind into something silk. Dennah stares up at Zemmil, smiling gradually. Woodgrace releases her hug, and turns to Dennah and Zemmil. Jehran returns, mate on his arm, one hand linked with hers. Indeed she is dressed in petals now, sleeves shimmering green like leaves, pants glittering goldenly and gathered at the ankles. He grins, barely containing his pride. QuietMind chuckles and shakes her head Terlis raises a hand slowly to Telia. QuietMind glances around the room... well everyone seems cheerful enough... wonder if the music's still going. damn I'm indulgent. ;) Telia takes another step backwards, shaking her head. "No" she whispers. Dennah smiles at a send, tears coming to her eyes. MoonGlow arrives from the crossroads, looking around to see who is here. MoonGlow has arrived. Sunwild arrives from the crossroads, looking around to see who is here. Sunwild has arrived. Terlis lowers his hand again, tears welling in his own eyes at Telia's reaction. Jehran peers around for that green-eyed lovely who was playing flute earlier, since Terlis seems...preoccupied. He can't ask his beloved to play; after all, she has to dance! Telia turns her back and buries her head in her hands. MoonGlow looks around at all the people. Tears begin to fall from Dennah's eyes. Sunwild sticks close to MoonGlow, looking around. Rillwhisper, wiggling her flute between her fingers, chuckles and lifts the instrument, for Jehran's notice. MoonGlow clasps her hands behind her back Jehran pulls QuietMind close to him, noticing the suddenly seemingly large number of weepers, and looks at Rillwhisper with a query in his eyes. Terlis drops to one knee suddenly, hand raising to the center of his chest as if he'd just been stabbed in the heart. QuietMind chuckles and shakes her head "Honestly.. I let you talk me into the strangest things... next it'll be cooked meat I imagine" QuietMind arches an eyebrow at all the happy people not being happy? What'd I miss? Rillwhisper inclines her head to Jehran, and starts to play again, softly, gently. Woodgrace stands up fully again, still watching Dennah and Zemmil, and breathes in, then slowly out. Mender grins at a send MoonGlow looks at Suni questioningly and motions towards a spot a little apart from the rest Dennah begins to laugh, first slowly with gathering strength. QuietMind faces her lifemate with a smile and holds out her hands to him "Shall we?" Dennah laughs now full voice, almost a scream, her joy tangible. Sun-Toucher heads for the shelter of the canopy. Sun-Toucher has left. Sunwild nods to MoonGlow and follows her. Zemmil holds dennah closer, lifting her off her feet as he hugs her Mender grins and nods to WolfFlame Woodgrace walks back to 'Silk, glancing back at the near-screaming Dennah. Jehran takes QuietMind's hands and, slowly, one step per several soft beats of the flute's melody, guides the blond wolfrider maiden into the square as one of the weepers starts to laugh. Perhaps everything will be all right after all. WolfFlame takes MEnder's hand and leads him towards his hut with a grin WolfFlame goes south. WolfFlame has left. Dennah hugs Zemmil close to her, laughing and crying all at once Mender oofs and gets tugged along with a chuckle QuietMind follows Jehran's lead hesitantly... despite living in the sun village many years she's somehow managed to not dance much... Mender goes south. Mender has left. Dennah blinks up at Zemmil, the tears still falling, smiling. MoonGlow looks at Suni MoonGlow points toward the square Zalen yawns and stretches mightily. Rff. Jehran chuckles softly at QuietMind's hesitance and lifts one of her hands, letting loose the other, then steps back, ridiculously formal. A moment later he steps in near to her, eyes glimmering, and starts a slow circle, simple, guiding his beloved's steps with his own. MoonGlow stands up MoonGlow heads off to the Crossroads MoonGlow goes north. MoonGlow has left. Zalen skitters out. Sunwild goes north. Sunwild has left. Woodgrace talks quietly with Spidersilk, keeping an eye on Dennah and Zemmil still. QuietMind dances slowly, carefully... occaisonally chuckling at her self... this isn't that hard after all... but what if someone sees her like this? Terlis bows his head, hand still clutching his chest. His hair spills down to cover his face and a single tear hits the earth at his feet. Zalen meanders over to Rillwhisper and nudges her goodnaturedly. Rillwhisper, where she sits playing her flute, smiles up at Zalen. Zalen locksends ** It's good, somehow, to meet strangers again. ** Jehran brings QuietMind in close to his chest, curling one arm about her, then uncurling both arms to let her twirl, gently, outward. He smiles at her, bowing a bit with a sweep of the flute's song and rising again with a jump in his step. Telia spins around quickly, dropping to her knees beside Terlis. QuietMind laughs and lets herself get spun about... actually enjoying the feeling of wearing something that flows when you move. You sense in a locksend, Woodgrace notices you, sends a friendly, semi-formal greeting ** Greetings, chieftess. .... You locksend ** Aye... despite all the strife in this place... And with all these healers around.... ** to Zalen. Songshade arrives from the crossroads, looking around to see who is here. Songshade has arrived. You locksend ** Greetings, to you. ** to Woodgrace. Songshade peeks in quietly. Yatek gets up and quietly sneaks past the couples to get a refill of Sgood. Zalen pats out a complementary rythm to the flute quietly on his dusty breeches, smiling and swaying a bit. Terlis lifts his eyes to Telia, tears staining his cheeks. He searches her eyes silently. Woodgrace spots Songshade and waves to her. Dennah blinks at Zemmil, smilng. Songshade blinks! "'Grace!" Zalen locksends ** With all these healers around you can't even scrape your elbow! ** Woodgrace smiles and moves towards Songshade for a hug. Rillwhisper laughs softly through her flute, making the notes she's playing twitter. Yatek refills his mug and gingerly tiptoes back to his stool. Songshade hugs Woodgrace happily, glad she knows SOMEone here. Jehran finds QuietMind's other hand with his free one and leaps a little, spinning with her in the momentum of her whirl, blond curls shimmering in the starlight. Zemmil strokes dennah's hair as he sends to her. Songshade holds 'Grace at arms length a moment. "It's been forever." QuietMind grins at Jehran "Why didn't you tell me you were this good at dancing?" Telia lifts her hand to brush the tears from Terlis's cheeks. Ekuar rests his hand atop his staff, and props his angular chin on his hand. His eyes gaze mistily at the Hall of Memory as he sits quietly... Woodgrace smiles brightly at Songshade "It has, hasn't it. How's my kitty?" Songshade grins. "Pretty well, how are you?" Jehran breaks out laughing and speeds his steps a bit, perfectly comfortable at being visible. "Would you ever have listened?" Terlis hesitantly raises his hand to Telia's, brushing his fingertips across the back of her hand as he looks into her eyes. Zalen's finger rat-a-tat on his leathers, foot keeping a simple third beat. QuietMind laughs Songshade stage-whispers, "Let's sit down out of people's way." :) Rillwhisper winks at Zalen playfully, flutesong against rhythm continuing. Zalen looks down at the top of Rillwhisper's head and smiles slyly. Woodgrace takes Songshade's hands to hers and plays by patting them semi-absently together, babbling... but then realizes she's standing in everybody's way and moves elsewhere with her. Songshade scoots quickly out of the way, sitting with 'Grace to talk animatedly. Jehran whirls with his lifemate, unaware of whatever's happening elsewhere, basking in a moment of his own. "Well, you wouldn't have." he grins at her, twirling her in close, and swinging around in a circle with her. QuietMind chuckles, dancing with a bit more confidence "You know me well" Yatek gives the square another look, yawns, and heads back into the Gambling Pavilion... Yatek has left. Spidersilk stands sleepily and makes her way under the canopy for a nap. Spidersilk heads for the shelter of the canopy. Spidersilk has left. Telia bows her head and her shoulders slump. Jehran smiles softly, spinning the wolfrider maid off one hand and onto the other. Perhaps concerned that the flutist may tire, or that the lack of other dancers signals the end of the night, he slows his steps a bit, step, step, sudden whirl; step, slide, slep. Zemmil hugs Dennah closer. Terlis reaches out and gently places a finger beneath Telia's chin, gently urging her eyes back to his. Dennah holds Zemmil close, as much as she can with their difference in height. Telia raises her head, meeting Terlis's eyes again. Terlis reaches up silently to brush the backs of his fingers down Telia's cheek, studying her face silently. QuietMind smiles up at Jehran, eyes sparkling "Happy dear one?" Jehran chuckles softly and draws QuietMind over toward the tables. "So very," he murmurs to her, leaning forward to nuzzle her nose for a second before offering, "There's..." Pause, wrinkle of nose. "...raw meat..." Terlis nods almost imperceptably to Telia and runs his fingers across her cheek again. QuietMind chuckles "Ah good. I am hungry" Zalen locksends ** Getting tired? ** Dennah holds tightly, floating off the ground. Jehran tries not to think about that raw meat thing too much and finds some cheese to munch on. You locksend ** Mrmmm? Sort of... not badly so, though... ** to Zalen. Zalen locksends ** Yes. It's just a nice feeling, here, sleepy or no. ** Dennah laughs, and blushes. QuietMind laughs and hovers over the food tables until she finds a nice piece of freshly killed bristle boar, yum :) still juicy. Ekuar stirs, and blinks, sitting slowly upright. His ancient eyes fill with sadness... with hopes dashed. Terlis rises to his feet, eyes locked on Telia and holds a hand out to her. Rillwhisper smiles at her tall violet-eyed companion, her song very slow now, pleasantly languid. Woodgrace stands and walks towards the garden. Woodgrace leaves the dancing square, heading for the peaceful cool green of the Garden of Shade and Sweet Water. Woodgrace has left. Ekuar leans on his staff, getting up-- markedly slowly. The cheerful elder of the dance seems to be feeling every turn of his immense age. QuietMind munches happily, glancing sidelong at her practically vegitarian mate. Telia sighs and places her hand in Terlis's, rising to her feet. Zalen just sways like those people in a backup band who don't have anything to contribute for the time. Ekuar hobbles toward the Hall of Memory, his bare head bowed. Ekuar enters the Hall of Memory to the northwest. Ekuar has left. Terlis laces his fingers with Telia's and giving her a long look, leads her silently south. Terlis goes south. Terlis has left. Telia goes south. Telia has left. Zalen locksends ** I wonder if it is like this all the time here. It is so strange to be so relaxed. ** QuietMind offers Jehran a small inoffensive piece of raw meat. Overhead, Gelnah rises up from below. Overhead, Gelnah has left downwards towards Tyldak's nest, flying almost out of sight underneath the bridge. QuietMind smiles teasingly Jehran arcs a brow, noting the elder leave, then noting the pair slip off into the shadows. His nose wrinkles a bit, subconsciously, and he looks down it. He jumps back a bit at the piece of bloody beast in his mate's hand. "Er...no thank you..." QuietMind chuckles "Honestly beloved... it's prefectly harmless." QuietMind shakes her head and finishes off her snack. You locksend ** Mmm-hmmmm... everyone is, now... well, almost everyone.... ** to Zalen. Zalen's crystaline eyes glitter in the lamps' glittering lights and he tilts his head to give the short chief a warm, curious look. Jehran swallows. "Well...to you, I'm sure." Zalen locksends ** I haven't felt like this, since... ** Songshade sits quietly in one corner, after Woodgrace leaves. QuietMind shakes her head amused at her silly lifemate. You locksend ** ? ** to Zalen. QuietMind gets herself something to drink. Zalen locksends ** Since I don't know how long. ** Jehran snifs a bit and picks up a cactus pear, offering it to QuietMind. "Here, this is harmless," he grins. "And very good." QuietMind chuckles taking the pear "I swear... one day I'm going to wake up to find you've taken root and sprouted leaves" Jehran laughs outright at that. "Now, now." You locksend ** We need it... oh, we need it... I hope it holds, till after the Festival. I need to have a council with the tribe! ** to Zalen. QuietMind considers not eating the pear for a mischivous moment... then bites into it. Zalen looks surprised at Rillwhisper. Zalen locksends ** Why? ** WindStorm emerges from the shelter of the canopy. WindStorm has arrived. QuietMind says "Now, my silly one... don't think this means you can haul me out dancing any time you please. After all, some of us still eat meat" QuietMind chuckles. WindStorm looks around and takes a seat on a rock. Jehran grins. "Only for Festivals...?" You locksend ** Two things... the Gliders here have said that Jasmael's mate in the Mountain has awakened from his rockshaping trance... and although she says that one of them killed her cub, he says otherwise, and that he's seen the cub. The other thing is that the Underworlders are asking Talek and Sorrow to visit them, after the Festival. ** to Zalen. QuietMind leans against a table and munches on her pear. Jehran looks hopeful. QuietMind glances side long at Jehran "mmmm... maybe." Yatek has arrived. QuietMind chuckles. Zalen locksends ** Why do these require a council? ** Yatek yawns his way out of the Pavilion and takes a seat at his normal stool. WindStorm blushes. Jehran grins. "I can always wish..." Zemmil smiels, and takes dennah in his arms... lifting into the air Dennah has left. Zemmil leaps into the air. Zemmil has left. Overhead, Zemmil soars upward from the dancing square below. Yatek laughs and points after the pair, "Definately Sgood." Jehran nears his lifemate again as she seems to be done with the raw meat munchies, and slips an arm about her waist. Bricchana emerges from the shelter of the canopy. Bricchana has arrived. You locksend ** I need to talk with you all about the Gliders... Jasmael... I think will want to go and see if it is true that Gerren and the child live. And I don't want her going alone. ** to Zalen. Yatek shakes his head and goes back to drinking. Bricchana shuffles out from the Canopy, arms held out before her. Zalen locksends ** I'll go. ** WindStorm smiles. "Hello, Bricchana... remember me?" You locksend ** As for the Underworlders... I will want to know what the tribe has to say about them. Strongbow thinks they're dangerous. Thank you... but let's decide at the council. I want us to relax as much as we can, here. ** to Zalen. QuietMind chuckles offering Jehran a last bite of pear. Zalen locksends ** I'll go. ** Zalen has somehow transformed into a sullen and straight glider from his earlier partying seeming. QuietMind glances about the square... slightly suprised to see that the party's died down so much when she wasn't looking. Bricchana turns towards WindStorm's voice and smiles softly, stopping and lowering her hadnds. "Yes, WindStorm, I do." Rillwhisper lowers her flute, and nods softly to Zalen. She offers a hand to him, gratefully. WindStorm reaches up to take Bricchana's hand. "Can I offer you a seat here?" Zalen takes his chieftess' hand lightly and seems to relax a little, moving to sit beside her. Rillwhisper clasps Zalen's hand gratefully for something he must have said to her, and smiles. The last of the Gamblers walk out of the Gambling Pavilion and tread back to their homes. Yatek starts taking down the Pavilion... (time abridged, wanna get this over with) Bricchana takes WindStorm's hand gently and smiles down at him, nodding. "Yes, thank you." Gambling Pavilion has left. QuietMind puts an arm around her lifemate and smiles at him "Well... that wasn't too horrible" Bricchana takes a deep breath, hearing unfamiliar voices. "Hello, everyone! I'm Bricchana!" She makes a move which is slightly bold for her. Songshade grins up at Bricchana. "I'm Shady." :) Jehran chuckles at the one who's just claimed to be Bricchana. "Jehran, maiden. Welcome." QuietMind says "Hello Bricchana.. I am QuietMind and this is Jehran... welcome to Sorrow's End" Zalen takes Rillwhisper's hand with his other and clasps it warmly, smiling at her. Jehran leans over a bit to whisper into QuietMind's ear. Overhead, Zemmil flies down.22:55 QuietMind smiles and nods, setting her mug back by the water barrel. QuietMind says "It is getting late..." Bricchana smiles and turns to face each of the voices in turn. "You'll have to forgive me, I'm blind, like Sun-Toucher. Otherwise I'd walk about and greet you each individually." Jehran chuckles softly and nods to his mate, setting out southwards with her. WindStorm puts his hand on Bricchana's... "How did you lose your sight?" he asks quietly. Songshade ohs, having seen this with the Traders. She stands and moves over to Bricchana. Jehran goes south. Jehran has left.More: 21_ Bricchana shrugs and places her other hand atop WindStorm's. "Dunno, I've been blind since birth." QuietMind smiles and nods polietly to everyone, and heads for home QuietMind goes south. QuietMind has left. Songshade stands closely to Bricchana. "You may feel my face to learn it, if you like." Yatek finishes getting rid of the Pavilion, then takes off towards home. Yatek goes south. Yatek has left. WindStorm looks down. "Oh, I'm sorry. It must be rather interesting to be able to choose how you see the world?" Bricchana smiles up at Songshade. "How about we do something better? You send me an image of WindStorm, and WindStorm, you send me an image of Shady?" Songshade looks uncertain. "I...don't send very well..." WindStorm smiles. Bricchana smiles at Songshade, "Then I will take the time to learn WindStorm's face... and yours." WindStorm sends a mental image of the Cat Elf maiden to Bricchana. "I'm sorry, but that's the best I could do... " :( Songshade looks around, hoping someone else can send it better. Bricchana smiles at WindStorm. "It's better than what *I* see of her." SHe giggles softly. Songshade smiles somewhat, rather unsure of herself among so many strangers. Bricchana says "Can someone send me an image of WindStorm?" WindStorm looks awry. "Hm. I hope..." WindStorm lowers his gaze to the ground, shy in all respects. Songshade can't, and looks afraid to try. Bricchana turns to WindStorm. "Close your eyes, okay? I'll look, MY way..." WindStorm closes his eyes, and nervously raises his face to Bricchana. He takes her hand and places it on his cheek. Bricchana smiles and brings both hands to WindStorm's face and begins dancing her fingertips over his features. "Shady? What color are his hair and eyes?" Songshade ummms. "Kinda a light brown hair...dark blue eyes." Songshade smiles. "He's good-looking, I think." :) WindStorm's face turns red. Bricchana nods and grins at that, making special effort to 'look' at him. She runs her fingers through his hair, even traces the outline of his ears. WindStorm begins to twitch nervously, wondering if Bricchana can feel his face get warmer with the 'blush'. Songshade grins mischievously at Windstorm. Bricchana giggles and leans forward to kiss WindStorm's forehead gently. "I agree with Shady. You are handsome!" Woodgrace arrives from the Garden of Shade and Sweet Water, brushing an errant leaf from her shoulder. Woodgrace has arrived. Songshade hides a grin with her hand. WindStorm looks down, quickly. WindStorm sends openly ** Um, th-- thanks. **: Bricchana smiles and giggles softly, the sound like that of tinkling bells. ** You're welcome! ** Woodgrace is standing near the path to garden, watching. Songshade smiles over at Woodgrace. Rillwhisper !'s at Zalen, and smiles at him, taken aback, but not unpleasantly so. What are you supposed to do when your hand is kissed? She attempts one of those postures she's seen some of the villagers here do, but finds herself thinking she must look silly, and she gives her tall Glider companion a throaty chuckle. Woodgrace smiles back at her. Bricchana tips her head up and sniffs the air suddenly. She turns to face the garden. "What's that? Smells good!" WindStorm puts his hand on Bricchana's shoulder. "You are very kind..." Bricchana reaches up and pats WindStorm's hand. "Mother always told me, tell the truth..." She raises her arms and distractedly shuffles towards the garden. Woodgrace goes over to Songshade to whisper with her. Bricchana leaves the dancing square, heading for the peaceful cool green of the Garden of Shade and Sweet Water. Bricchana has left. WindStorm smiles quietly to himself. Woodgrace smiles at up WindStorm when he looks at her, while whispering with Songshade. Songshade grins as Woodgrace whispers, but shakes her head as she responds. WindStorm sends openly ** What a nice girl... ** WindStorm pours sparkling water from one of the clay jars standing in the shade under the tables. Songshade nods in agreement. Songshade giggles. WindStorm looks around, and eyes the balancing game. WindStorm chooses a juicy fruit from one of the baskets. Songshade patpats 'Grace on the head, grinning. Zalen unfolds slowly, nearly slipping to his feet and yet remains largely steady. He just watches Rillwhisper for a few moments in a lazy silence. WindStorm plops down on a rock again. Rillwhisper looks back at Zalen, steadily, and rises. Songshade smirks at something funny. :) Woodgrace watches the willowholters from a corner of her eye. Songshade takes a bowlful of seek-root stew from the tables. WindStorm looks up at Songshade and reluctantly asks, "What are you chuckling at?" Zalen takes his fellow tribesmate's hand again, watching her and seeming in a sending trance as he walks slowly away from the square. Rillwhisper smiles gently, and accompanies Zalen out. [Rillwhisper and Zalen venture off to...] Willowholt Camp(#6874AJe) This is a small and rough-looking campsite, set up somewhere as out of the way as possible, and consisting of assorted piles of sleepfurs, a few tents, and a few Preservers and wolves that mill about and make sure unwelcome intruders do not venture into this sheltered area. Contents: Zalen Woodhawk(#45POUXep) Willowpaw Swiftrunner(#4777Qae) Sunruff(#39aes) You venture into the Willowholt camp. Zalen flops on his back, probably on a fur, possibly on a wolf. Rillwhisper glances around, checking the quiet figure of Woodhawk up on the rocks, keeping a watch over the camp; the firestarter smiles down at the pair of returning tribesmates, and discreetly shifts his attention elsewhere. Rillwhisper settles down lithely nearby. A few fingertips brush the palm of your hand reacting too slow to entirely tickle. You locksend to Zalen, Rillwhisper reaches for the contact, gently. [End log.]