Dra'Elstin/2025/Ceremonies (log)
2025 Dra'Elstin Ceremonies
This is a log of the Dra'Elstin Ceremonies that took place on 5/17/2025. The log is from the perspective of Sirona.
Festival Grounds
Log of various happenings during Dra’Elstin 5125
Various sylvan artisans and merchants:
[Sylvisterai Camp, Glade - - ] (u13048004)
The Lassaran D'ahranal encampment is a sprawling maze of tents and lean-to shelters. Here and there,
livestock are tethered to long lines, and the field looks on its way to being grazed down of its tallest
grasses. In the middle of the bivouac, a table is covered with a veritable dead forest of maps, notes, and
pinned missives. You also see a patchwork hyrrad, a short leather hyrrad, a willow and waxed hide
hyrrad, a pale-toned hyrrad and a sinew-tied natural hide hyrrad.
Obvious paths: none
[Camp, Weave and Plait - - ] (u334217)
A woven labyrinth of willow withes stretches upward from the low entrance, providing structure to the
waxed hides that have been fastened to major junctures with knotted suede. Smooth, flat boulders and
rocks indent the ground, their vaguely humped and pitted surfaces cradling a variety of woodland
treasures. A lush carpet of fern fronds shows minimal disturbance, though what appears to be a natural,
preexisting game path winds between the rocks to provide access.
Obvious exits: out
>look on boulders
On the flat boulders you see a pearly grey organza ribbon, a thin-veined birch leaf, a tiny fresh green
maple bud, a yellow meadowlark feather, a grey and amber sparrow feather, a corded fernlike
chrysoprase, a rusty gold hawk feather, a viridian fern plume, a petite silver bell, a strung faewood seed
bead, a painted pottery bead, a strung varnished acorn bead, a sky blue gauze ribbon, a peach butterfly
wing, a frilly niveous geranium, a strand of colorful river pebbles, a half-open red poppy, a layered
modwir cone, a cloudy silver iceblossom, a full dark plum mournbloom, a bluish obsidian arrowhead, a
black-spined cream pelican feather, a strip of pale cream chainsil, a strip of papery birch bark, an azure
bluebird feather, a mithril ore bead, a strung blue quartz bead and a piece of forked stag antler.
>look on rocks
On the slanted rocks you see a polished antler nub, a coiled jet fern frond, a sharp obsidian sliver, a
blackthorn twiglet, a rough opal-in-matrix bead, a gold-flecked lapis bead, a poppy red wooden bead, a
white-slipped ceramic bead, an ataela twist, an ataela ribbon, a silken ataela cluster, an ataela garland, a
carved ursine fetish, a carved pelican fetish, a carved hawk fetish, a silver wire arrow, a gold wire arrow,
an iridescent shell plaque, an amber intaglio, a chrysoprase intaglio, an antler intaglio and a modwir
intaglio.
[Camp, Patchwork Hyrrad - - ] (u334216)
Ambient branches are cleverly worked into the ceiling design of the hyrrad for lofty overhead support.
Widely stitched patchwork oilcloth creates the walls and is dyed a host of vibrant woodland colors that
compliment the mossy ground. A series of silk-spread tree stumps rest near the back of the enclosure,
with the center occupied by a tall rowan chest.
Obvious exits: out
>look at branches
The ambient branches are carefully bowed and woven with oilcloth to form a durable peaked ceiling.
The ends of the limbs bend forward and crisscross, nearly touching one another in an intriguingly
shaped overhead sculpture.
>look on stumps
On the tree stumps you see a roundel of dichroic glass, a flat of lyshaelyn and a piece of ithaenil.
>look in chest
In the rowan chest you see a stacked carcanet of graduated ithaenil rings, an elongated sautoir of gold�
linked lyshaelyn beads and a flat collar of ithaenil and lyshaelyn plates.
[Camp, Thinnest Thread - - ] (u334220)
The leather scent of the hyrrad's walls mingles with that of the incense smoldering in a nearby hollowed
turtle shell. The combination of fragrances is both warm and slightly sweet. Limber poles bow in arcs,
framing the leather wrapped enclosure of the hyrrad, and a clutch of grass-stuffed mannequins guard
the outer edge. A flap of excess leather folds back to open a portal to the outside world, while also
allowing in any errant breeze.
Obvious exits: out
>look at incense
Conical in shape, the pale violet-hued incense gives off the strong scent of lavender.
>look in shell
In the hollowed turtle shell: some smoldering lavender incense
>look on mannequins
On the clutch of mannequins you see a leather saelaraen, a braided silk saelaraen, an ataela saelaraen, a
felted wool saelaraen, a silver-belled cavelyr'aneth and a gold-belled cavelyr'aneth.
[Camp, Pale Hyrrad - - ] (u334218)
Oilcloth, stained in pale forest hues, spreads between the overhead weave of tree limbs before draping
down into a simple arrangement of walls. Various sticks peek out from a series of thin wooden cylinders
at the rear of the space, while shelves shaped after miniature trees are sparsely spread about. Soft
underfoot, moist grass and leaves cushion the hyrrad's interior.
Obvious exits: out
>look on shelves
On the tree-shaped shelves you see a fetish of hawk-carved emerald, a lattice of firefly lit veils, an
overlay of agate butterflies, a braid of golden reeds, a poultice of healing red bloodstone, a mask of
citrine charms, a medallion of garnet set in gold, a loop of malachite beads, a bee of striped tourmaline,
a trillion of blue amber and a fetish of ursine garnet.
>look on limbs
On the tree limbs you see a leather rith, a braided silk rith, an ataela rith and a felted wool rith.
[Camp, Simple Hyrrad - - ] (u334222)
Simple by nature, the interior of the hyrrad is surprisingly spacious and able to hold several containers of
items for trade. A small coffer rests in the farthest corner, and a neatly arranged display is positioned
nearby. Bereft of tables to place the containers on, a metal chest and a wood-sided case simply rest in
the grass and rich soil of the forest floor beneath the shade of the hyrrad.
Obvious exits: out
>look in coffer
In the small coffer you see a silver-caged phial, a gold-caged phial, a wood-caged phial and a textile�
caged phial.
>look in case
In the wood-sided case you see a cameo of layered jet and zircon, a tri-foliate fleur-de-lis of moonstone,
a jewel of gold-striated citrine, a miniature targe of lapis lazuli, a bicolor gold and green topaz, a
lopsided heart of blue sapphire, an articulated spider of red jasper, a wing of black-crazed garnet, a
feathery wisp of mithril-bloom and a nodule of greenish gold amber.
>look on display
On the neatly arranged display you see a braided silk velas'than, a leather velas'than, an ataela
velas'than and a felted wool velas'than.
The Rootsong Dirge Ceremony
[Sylvisterai Camp, Lake - - ] (u13048009)
The sun-gilded surface of a shallow lake is surrounded by a scrim of small grey pebbles and larger, flat
rocks. A single tree bends over the pool, its windswept branches nearly horizontal to the glassy surface.
Under the tree are a wooden box and an engraved plinth. You also see a short-taloned grey and white
goshawk that is flying around.
Also here: Fehala, Aihan, Riend
Obvious paths: northeast
Anarawd just arrived.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "Family."
You smile at Anarawd.
Riend smiles at Anarawd.
>look ana
You see Anarawd the Hierarch of the Council Sylvisterai in the Wild.
He appears to be a Sylvankind.
He has sharply angled black eyes and a bluish cast to his complexion. A velvety set of black pronghorn
antlers rest on his forehead, party obscured by a sweep of silvered hair. Glyphic tattoos are inked below
his eyes in compact columns down his cheeks.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a slender chain of braided mithril and modwir, a tunic of overlapping dark green mithril
scales, a long leather skirt, and some footwraps.
Riend inclines her head.
Aihan nods to Anarawd in greeting.
You nod to Anarawd in greeting.
Anarawd steps up to the edge of the lake, dipping one toe in.
Anarawd mumbles something under his breath.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "It's still cold."
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Anarawd, you say, "Yes, a bit chilly yet."
Riend chuckles to herself.
You grin.
(Fehala gives a shrug of her shoulders, loosening her limbs all the way down to her individual fingers. At
the edge of the water, she sways in place with the grace of a willow caught in the wind.)
Speaking in Sylvankind to Anarawd, Riend says, "It feels practically balmy after spending time in the cold
north."
Speaking in Sylvankind to you, Anarawd exclaims, "You'd think the water would know, it's time to warm
up!"
You agree with Anarawd.
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Anarawd, Aihan says, "As it should be. Spring thaw is still happening."
You smile.
You nod understandingly at Riend.
Anarawd brandishes his fist at the lake, giving it a stern look.
You take a few steps toward a shallow lake.
You gaze with interest at a shallow lake.
Riend appears to be struggling to keep a straight face.
Anarawd takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around him.
Anarawd hoots.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "I think it's time."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd asks, "Is it time?"
Fehala's concentration shifts and becomes more focused as she slightly tilts an ear in a particular
direction.
Speaking in Sylvankind to a shallow lake, Anarawd asks, "Are you ready?"
You glance between Anarawd and a shallow lake.
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
Speaking in Sylvankind to a tree, Anarawd says, "You're almost on."
Interlocking his fingers above his head, Aihan stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.
Fehala folds her hands.
You settle your gaze on Anarawd, watching him intently.
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Anarawd, you ask, "This is a new celebration for me, what exactly....?"
You scratch your head.
Speaking formally in Sylvankind to Anarawd, Aihan says, "I stand will Watch, if you wish it so. The
Tha'Enaketh offer our services as required."
Anarawd kneels in the dirt of the glade, their fingers splayed wide against the dark, breathing earth.
Anarawd kneels down.
Riend nods faintly.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "Come down here."
You nod slowly.
Riend kneels down.
You kneel down.
Fehala kneels before Aihan.
Anarawd beckons with one dirty hand.
You put a dark-hued firewheel long bow in your back quiver.
Silvynn sits down.
Riend leans forward.
Aihan kneels down.
Silvynn moves to a kneeling position.
You lean forward.
A deep hum rises from Anarawd's chest, low and steady, making the very air seem to shimmer around
them.
Aihan observes his surroundings with an almost excruciating slowness.
(Riend places her hands against the soil and closes her eyes.)
You close your eyes for a moment.
You hum a random, wandering tune.
Aihan touches one hand to the ground and chants a respectful bird-like trill.
Aihan's fingernails flash briefly with a tinge of green coloring.
You feel your cheeks flush slightly.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "Put your hand in the soil and... concentrate."
Moss on a nearby stone begins to quiver slightly.
Riend hums distractedly to herself.
(Fehala gets her hands dirty first, rubbing the dirt into her palms. Once they are thoroughly coated, she
places the flat of her hands to the ground.)
(Sirona relaxes her body and begins to concentrate and hum from her chest.)
Beneath the surface, roots begin to stir slow, deliberate movements that crack the soil in thin, curling
lines.
The earth shifts in graceful swirls, as if invisible ink were being written with root-tips.
(Aihan places one hand to the ground, sinking his fingers lightly into the loam.)
(Fehala starts to hum. It begins with spit and spats until she finds the right rumbling tone deep in her
chest. Once she has it, she lets it out with a low, mellow sound.)
Shapes emerge, spirals, jagged arrows, looping figures like tangled threads.
(Sirona stirs slightly but continues to hum.)
(Silvynn touches ground.)
Silvynn scans his surroundings with the alertness of a seasoned scout.
Within the churning ground, you see the there-and-gone shape of a firefly.
A forest wolf carefully inspects a tree for scents before nonchalantly leaving a few scent markings of his
own.
Leaves rustle overhead though no breeze is present, as if the trees themselves are holding their
breath.
(Fehala maintains her willow's grace as she sways in place while kneeling along the water's edge. Hands
to the soil, she continues the low-sounding crooning from her chest.)
Fehala's concentration shifts and becomes more focused as she slightly tilts an ear in a particular
direction.
[Sylvisterai Camp, Lake - - ] (u13048009)
The sun-gilded surface of a shallow lake is surrounded by a scrim of small grey pebbles and larger, flat
rocks. A single tree bends over the pool, its windswept branches nearly horizontal to the glassy surface.
Under the tree are a wooden box and an engraved plinth. You also see a forest wolf and a short-taloned
grey and white goshawk that is flying around.
Also here: Anarawd who is kneeling, Silvynn who is kneeling, Fehala who is kneeling, Aihan who is
kneeling, Riend who is kneeling
Obvious paths: northeast
Insects pause mid-scuttle, sensing something sacred in the silence.
(Aihan begins to hum deep in his throat, a resonating sound that grows in volume to add to the vibrating
harmony.)
The patterns in the dirt flicker and fade, each one lingering just long enough to suggest meaning.
A short-taloned grey and white goshawk soars in lazy circles overhead.
The soil glows faintly where the roots have touched, like the afterimage of lightning behind closed
eyes.
Anarawd focuses, their gaze fixed on the dancing signs, eyes reflecting the shapes like still water.
The hum fades to silence, and the glade feels suddenly colder, as if something has passed through.
Fehala shivers.
Arbeia arrives, her figure partially obscured by the flickering form of an enormous scorpion made of
smoldering saffron light skittering beside her.
(Sirona sighs slightly meditating in the moment.)
Arbeia clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "Quick, join your other hands."
Arbeia gazes with interest at a tree.
Anarawd grabs for a nearby hand.
Aihan joins Anarawd's group.
Arbeia strides northeast, her steps being shadowed by the flickering form of an enormous scorpion
made of smoldering saffron motes.
(Riend slows her hum, letting it fall to silence, before she sits back on her haunches and opens her eyes.)
Fehala gently takes hold of Riend's hand.
You join Anarawd.
Faint green-gold filaments spiral inward from the local surroundings and weave themselves around
you.
Silvynn joins Anarawd's group.
Arbeia arrives, her figure partially obscured by the flickering form of an enormous scorpion made of
smoldering saffron light skittering beside her.
In a voice barely louder than a sigh, Anarawd speaks a single word that trembles through the
branches.
(Sirona takes the hand of those near her.)
Aihan slowly empties his lungs.
The word echoes.
Arbeia smiles at you.
Arbeia joins Anarawd's group.
Becoming.
Arbeia kneels down.
Arbeia nods.
Fehala's concentration shifts and becomes more focused as she slightly tilts an ear in a particular
direction.
You close your eyes and chant quietly under your breath.
Arbeia blinks.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "The Rootsong Dirge is a song from the trees. It's a gift from
the forest."
Aihan looks less aware of the surroundings.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "But it isn't just for me."
You nod slowly.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "And though I may be versed in reading the signs, that doesn't
mean I saw all of them."
Riend nods faintly.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd asks, "Tell me, what did you see?"
You nod slowly at Anarawd.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Silvynn, Anarawd asks, "Did anything appear to you?"
Anarawd looks faintly frantic.
Arbeia gazes with interest at a tree.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Anarawd asks, "Or to you?"
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan quietly says, "I saw Raven, wide-eyed and curious. The keeper of
secrets."
A ghostly raven rises from the soil.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala says, "I saw a squirrel." She shifts in place, attempting to hide her
unease. She smiles quickly, "Not one full of mischief, but purpose."
Arbeia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
The raven speaks into your mind, "I cawed at the sky until it echoed back. Something sacred stirs,
even silence feels different."
The raven fades.
Arbeia closes her eyes for a moment.
Aihan slowly empties his lungs.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Silvynn says, "I saw a deer form within the earth."
Riend nods slowly.
A ghostly squirrel rises from the soil.
Aihan gazes up into the heavens.
Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "The raven, the squirrel...."
The squirrel chitters a message directly into your mind, "I raced along branches, scattering leaves like
confetti. The trees are laughing with me!"
Aihan gives voice to a piercing caw, sounding exactly like a raven!
Arbeia smiles.
Riend smiles quietly to herself.
The squirrel fades.
A ghostly fawn rises from the soil.
Silvynn's concentration shifts and becomes more focused as he slightly tilts an ear in a particular
direction.
The fawn, delicate and barely present, whispers, "I stepped into the clearing and felt the ground pulse
beneath my hooves. Even the grass bowed in silence and awe."
The fawn fades.
Silvynn smiles.
Speaking in Sylvankind to you, Anarawd asks, "And you?"
Speaking in Sylvankind to you, Anarawd asks, "Did you see anything?"
Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "I saw a firefly early...and a fawn."
A cloud of ghostly fireflies appears.
Riend folds her hands in her lap.
Arbeia smiles.
You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.
The buzz and on and off glow states, oddly clearly, "We flicker not just for the night, we signal
something ancient, glowing from within the soil."
A forest wolf barks loudly, listening with tilts of his head for any responses.
The fireflies disperse into nothingness.
Arbeia glances down.
You ponder.
Speaking to Arbeia, Anarawd asks, "Did. You. See. Anything?"
You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.
Arbeia nods at Anarawd.
Arbeia says, "I did."
Anarawd speaks slowly and carefully.
Arbeia says, "I could see and hear all the animals."
Arbeia smiles.
>l
[Sylvisterai Camp, Lake - - ] (u13048009)
The sun-gilded surface of a shallow lake is surrounded by a scrim of small grey pebbles and larger, flat
rocks. A single tree bends over the pool, its windswept branches nearly horizontal to the glassy surface.
Under the tree are a wooden box and an engraved plinth. You also see a green-eyed ridge caracal, a
forest wolf and a short-taloned grey and white goshawk that is flying around.
Also here: Arbeia who is kneeling, Anarawd who is kneeling, Silvynn who is kneeling, Fehala who is
kneeling, Aihan who is kneeling, Riend who is kneeling
Obvious paths: northeast
Anarawd squeakily exclaims, "All of them?!"
Anarawd tries to pull Arbeia toward him.
Arbeia smiles at Anarawd.
You smile at Arbeia.
Arbeia says, "The fireflies just spoke."
Arbeia says, "It was... quite magical."
Arbeia nods.
Anarawd asks, "How will we be guided this coming year? What animating principle should we
follow?"
Anarawd asks, "The deer? The squirrel?"
Anarawd asks, "Who shall we be as a people?"
Anarawd looks to each face nearby.
Arbeia ponders.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan quietly says, "We should be as we always have, elder. Sylvisterai."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala says, "All. Each has a purpose and a function within the Green."
Anarawd slowly says, "We must Name the spirit that will guide us."
Arbeia asks, "How...does one choose that?"
Arbeia glances at Anarawd.
Anarawd asks, "Which speaks to our purpose?"
Anarawd says, "We can only send one out into the world."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Riend says, "Perhaps we will be more like the weaving birds, coming together as
a people to build a community together for the future."
The ghostly forms reappear, floating alongside you.
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Anarawd, you ask, "The spirit that will guild all sylans or each of us?"
Anarawd asks, "Shall we be the bird?"
Speaking to you, Anarawd exclaims, "All of us!"
You nod understandingly at Anarawd.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Riend thoughtfully ventures, "Or, perhaps, like the beaver... taking that which is
past and building a future that is stronger and more resilient."
Arbeia humbly says, "I am not of your people so I do not believe it is for me to say."
Anarawd wrings his hands, his face a study in joy and worry.
The semitransparent image of an enormous scorpion flickers into life before skittering away in a burst
of smoldering saffron motes.
Anarawd says, "We are living in the world now."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala says, "We could take symbolism from the fawn. Already, the season sings
of joy with the snow-white yearling in the Dragonspine."
Anarawd pulls on the connected hands.
Kuromadoushi's group just arrived.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Silvynn says, "The fireflies."
Anarawd says, "Choose."
You thoughtfully tap a finger against your lips.
Arbeia humbly says, "But..if i were to choose..."
Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "The fireflies."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan quietly says, "The Tha'Enaketh have always relied on feathered spirits to
guide us, but I cannot speak for all sylvisterai."
Anarawd yells, "Choose! Together!"
Silvynn tilts his head toward Aihan, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
>'something ancient
Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "Something ancient."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Fehala says, "The Keeper of Secrets."
Arbeia ponders.
Aihan nods at Fehala.
Speaking succinctly in Sylvankind to Anarawd, Aihan says, "Raven."
Ghostly forms floating within the tree branches flicker in and out of sight.
(Arbeia glances at each of the faces around her.)
Arbeia smiles.
Arbeia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Fehala says, "It is how we brought word to the others during the
Coming."
Anarawd pulls Teevai closer to himself.
Anarawd tries to pull Kuromadoushi toward him.
Silvynn tilts his head toward Fehala, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
Arbeia whispers, "I would choose the squirrel...for it mentioned laughter."
Teevai quickly ducks behind Kuromadoushi.
Teevai squints at Anarawd.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Fehala, Riend says, "If we are to choose from the visions we have seen today,
then I would agree with you on the fawn. It has already become a symbol of hope among our people."
The forms start to flicker out of existence.
Anarawd yells, "THE FAWN!"
You nod at Anarawd.
Arbeia takes a moment to observe Anarawd.
Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "The fawn."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala says, "The fawn."
Aihan tilts his head down.
The forest exhales, birds call out, leaves tremble, and the roots still once more.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan quietly says, "The fawn."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Silvynn says, "The fawn."
[Sylvisterai Camp, Lake - - ] (u13048009)
The sun-gilded surface of a shallow lake is surrounded by a scrim of small grey pebbles and larger, flat
rocks. A single tree bends over the pool, its windswept branches nearly horizontal to the glassy surface.
Under the tree are a wooden box and an engraved plinth. You also see a green-eyed ridge caracal, a
forest wolf and a short-taloned grey and white goshawk that is flying around.
Also here: Teevai, Kuromadoushi, Arbeia who is kneeling, Anarawd who is kneeling, Silvynn who is
kneeling, Fehala who is kneeling, Aihan who is kneeling, Riend who is kneeling
Obvious paths: northeast
Something gathers near the lake, a swirling ball of energy and light and warmth.
Arbeia gazes with interest at a shallow lake.
Aihan turns to face a shallow lake.
You gaze in wonder at a shallow lake.
Anarawd says, "Speak its name."
Anarawd exclaims, "The fawn!"
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to a shallow lake, Aihan says, "Fawn."
Riend nods almost imperceptibly.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Riend whispers aloud, "Fawn."
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to a shallow lake, you say, "Fawn."
Somewhere beyond the trees, the wind begins to move again, carrying the spirit s name into the
world. The ball of light disappears into the sky.
Arbeia gazes up into the heavens.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Silvynn says, "Fawn."
Anarawd falls forward in exhaustion.
You look up at the sky, taking note of the position of the sun.
Arbeia smiles at Anarawd.
Arbeia nods at Silvynn.
Kuromadoushi climbs up the tree and plucks a scrap of paper from one of the branches. He quickly
climbs back down to the ground.
Anarawd quietly says, "We will be guided by the fawn. We will walk carefully, but will not hide our
beauty."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala says, "A fawn is young and needs guidance. It may become the
responsibility of all to nurture this newborn into our world."
Anarawd shakily says, "Yes."
Anarawd adopts an agreeable expression.
You nod slowly.
Riend nods slowly at Fehala.
Kuromadoushi offers Teevai a scrap of paper.
Anarawd weakly says, "Thank you."
Teevai accepts Kuromadoushi's scrap of paper.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan quietly says, "I feel that this spirit will need guidance and protection. It
is new in the world."
Anarawd nods at Aihan.
Arbeia asks, "Do you require nourishment after that?"
Arbeia smiles at Anarawd.
Teevai carefully inspects her scrap of paper.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Fehala, Silvynn says, "That is appropriate. The purpose of the encampment is
a place to gather the new and lost."
Anarawd shakes his head.
You smile.
Fehala nods at Silvynn.
Anarawd says, "I fast until the Feast of Borrowed Voices."
Arbeia nods at Anarawd.
Anarawd scrubs his dirty hands through his hair.
Anarawd stands up.
Riend dusts off her hands.
Kuromadoushi's group just went northeast.
You dust off your hands.
Anarawd says, "Anarawd."
Anarawd places a hand over his heart.
Anarawd bows.
You stand back up.
Arbeia glances at Anarawd and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
You bob a quick curtsy.
Aihan performs a bow characteristic of the Lassaran D'ahranal before Anarawd.
Riend seems a bit less imposing.
Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "Sirona."
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Anarawd, Aihan says, "Ai'han, of the Tha'Eneketh kinship."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Riend kindly says, "Riend."
Speaking quietly to Anarawd, you say, "Thank you for guiding us in this ceremony."
Riend kisses her fingertips and presses three of them to her heart.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "Thank you so much for your aid."
Arbeia leans over and whispers, "Thank you for inviting me to stay."
Arbeia says, "It was an honor to witness this."
Arbeia nods.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Anarawd says, "I will go to deliver this message to the rest of the Council.
They will want to know before the Veil begins."
Speaking quietly to Anarawd, you say, "This was quite new for most of us, and we are learning more of
our culture. I thank you so."
Speaking to Arbeia, Anarawd says, "Be welcome."
Arbeia smiles at Anarawd.
You nod.
Lifting its beak, a chrysoprase songbird coos a slow sad lament before falling silent.
Anarawd rubs a hand on his face, smearing his cheek with dirt.
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Anarawd, Aihan says, "It is as it should be for sylveristai. You have no
need to thank us."
Arbeia dusts off her hands.
Arbeia stands up.
Arbeia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Anarawd beams beatifically.
Silvynn stands up.
Arbeia gently rubs the ridge caracal on the head and neck. The caracal breathes out a quick sigh.
You quietly say, "Next is the Veil of Shifting Faces."
You quietly ask, "Where will that be?"
Aihan glances at you.
You glance at Anarawd.
Anarawd says, "Here. Here."
You nod understandingly at Anarawd.
Anarawd abruptly kicks at a shallow lake!
Fehala stands up.
You blush a glowing shade of red.
Anarawd splashes around in the water!
You quietly say, "This is all so new to me."
You blush a glowing shade of red.
Arbeia climbs up the tree and plucks a scrap of paper from one of the branches. She quickly climbs back
down to the ground.
Silvynn nods to you.
(Fehala keeps her hands dirty. Already, the loamy earth is beginning to dry, crack, and flake off from her
palms.)
Anarawd dashes off, calling out, "The fawn! The fawn!"
Arbeia smiles.
You smile at Riend.
Aihan slowly empties his lungs.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala says, "We do not know if it is a doe or a stag. We will need to watch it
grow, and see what form it takes."
You quietly say, "Well I am glad we have chosen."
An old memory bubbles up from your past, and causes you to reflect a moment. With a flash of insight,
you realize you understand yourself a bit better than you did a moment ago. The sudden feeling of self�
knowledge is a pleasant one.
The Veil of Shifting Faces Ceremony
Aihan turns to face Fehala.
You nod in greeting at Aihan.
Serene giggles.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Fehala, Serene says, "Welcome Lantern Bearer."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Serene, Hyldedd asks, "You laugh, do you want to know your heart's
name?"
Serene nods firmly at Hyldedd.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "More than anything."
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Fehala, Aihan says, "I welcome you, Lantern Bearer. May your light
guide us in wisdom through the darkness."
(Fehala gets up from her place near the lake's edge with a fawn's grace. She high-steps back to her
point near Aihan's side.)
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "That's the spirit."
Fehala stands up.
Riend looks thoughtfully at Fehala.
Hyldedd whispers something to Serene.
Serene kneels before a shallow lake.
Serene slowly empties her lungs.
Speaking warmly in Sylvankind to Fehala, Riend exclaims, "Well met, Lantern Bearer!"
Serene closes her eyes for a moment.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Serene, Hyldedd asks, "What is your name, eager one?"
Serene bites her lip.
Serene stands up.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "Skyrooted."
Fehala emits a fair reproduction of the whistle of a blackbird.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "I love it."
Hyldedd hoots.
Riend smiles.
Riend hoots.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Serene, Hyldedd says, "We will have need of you in the coming year. I know
it."
Hyldedd nods.
Speaking warmly in Sylvankind to Serene, Riend exclaims, "Well Met, Skyrooted!"
Serene bows to a shallow lake.
Speaking in Sylvankind to a shallow lake, Serene says, "My thanks."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Serene, Hyldedd says, "Skyrooted."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Serene, Fehala exclaims, "Skyrooted!" She whoops out a long aiiiiii-eeee that
echoes around the lake with all her excitement, "I greet you in the Now!"
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "Very interesting."
Hyldedd turns to face Aihan.
Serene grins at Fehala.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Hyldedd says, "And the quiet guardian."
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Serene, Aihan says, "Skyrooted, welcome among us."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Hyldedd asks, "Would you know your name?"
Aihan turns to face Hyldedd.
Aihan nods.
Aihan glances at Silvynn.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan quietly asks, "Should I not be the last to know, as Watcher?"
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "I didn't see you back there."
Hyldedd tries to pull Silvynn toward her.
You nod at Silvynn.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan quietly asks, "Or is it my time to know, regardless of duty?"
You smile at Silvynn.
Silvynn smiles.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Hyldedd says, "In the end, it's a name, and we all have many names
in our lifetime."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Silvynn, Fehala asks, "Will you be Twice-Blessed? Double luck for me to cling
too through the spring season?"
Fehala rubs Silvynn.
Silvynn nods at Hyldedd.
Riend gazes in amusement at Fehala.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan quietly says, "I shall wait another breath. I am sylvisterai, and am in no
hurry."
Hyldedd nods at Aihan.
Aihan points at Silvynn.
A forest wolf suddenly bounds across the area, enjoying his freedom with long lazy lopes.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Silvynn, Hyldedd asks, "You then. Will you have a name?"
Silvynn nods at Hyldedd.
Aihan observes his surroundings with an almost excruciating slowness.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Silvynn, Hyldedd says, "Step up here by the water."
(Silvynn approaches the shallow lake.)
From high above, you hear the faint harsh shriek of a short-taloned grey and white goshawk.
Fehala tilts her head up.
Fehala takes a moment to observe a short-taloned grey and white goshawk.
Aihan glances at a short-taloned grey and white goshawk.
Speaking in Sylvankind to a short-taloned grey and white goshawk, Fehala asks, "What do you see,
Mia'Celaer? What do you become in the Now?"
Speaking in Sylvankind to Silvynn, Hyldedd says, "Name yourself."
Silvynn says, "Mire-Whisperer."
Riend looks thoughtfully at Silvynn.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd quietly says, "Mire-Whisperer."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "I don't know what that portends."
You smile at Silvynn.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Silvynn, Hyldedd says, "Bear it with strength, Mire Whisperer."
Speaking to Hyldedd, Silvynn says, "Pray you do not find out."
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Silvynn, Aihan says, "Mire-Whisperer, we welcome you."
(Fehala tosses back her head and lets out a long resounding howl of glee. At the end, she shaps the
sound into a name, "Mire-Whisperer!")
Speaking in Sylvankind to Silvynn, Riend says, "Well met, Mire-Whisperer."
Riend hoots.
Aihan turns to face Hyldedd.
Aihan slowly empties his lungs.
Silvynn performs a bow traditional of Tyesteron D'ahranal to Hyldedd, his practiced movements imbued
with elven grace.
You smile at Silvynn.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Hyldedd says, "You can't escape destiny, but you can choose when to
face it."
With a sweep of his hand, Aihan pulls a feathered cavela cowl patterned in grey and white hues away
from his face and removes it. Moonlight silver light shimmers over the surface of the cowl before dying
away with a fading shriek.
Aihan put a feathered cavela cowl patterned in grey and white hues in his chainsil cloak.
Aihan kneels down.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Serene says, "The lake knows your true soul."
Riend settles her gaze on Aihan, watching him intently.
Hyldedd whispers something to Aihan.
Aihan glances at a short-taloned grey and white goshawk.
You ponder the meaning of Aihan's existence.
Aihan turns to face a shallow lake.
Aihan gazes at a shallow lake.
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Aihan, Hyldedd says, "Name yourself."
Aihan shudders.
Aihan stares off into space.
Riend cocks her head at Aihan.
You glance at Aihan.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "I am Grief-Eaten."
Hyldedd nods.
Riend furrows her brow.
Serene's face lights up with joy for Aihan.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Hyldedd says, "Grief-Eaten."
Aihan stands up.
Speaking hesitantly in Sylvankind to Aihan, Riend says, "Well met, Grief-Eaten."
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Aihan, you say, "Well met....Grief-Eaten."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Serene says, "The way you paused I thought it was going to be
something like Tree-Licker."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Fehala says, "Someone must. You have the shoulders to bear it." She
kisses three fingers and touches them to her brow in a greeting gesture, "I greet you, Grief-Eaten."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Serene says, "A pleasure grief-eaten."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Hyldedd says, "Thank you, Grief-Eaten. This vision implies a future
act, on your part."
Fehala tilts her head up.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "I hope all of you take to heart what you've seen of
yourselves."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "Be it. Become it."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "Dra'Elstin."
Riend slowly empties her lungs.
Serene nods firmly.
Honeydove bows to Hyldedd.
Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "Dra'Elstin."
>smile hy
You smile at Hyldedd.
(Fehala lets out the long keening howl of a solitary wolf.)
You throw your head back and howl!
Speaking hoarsely in Sylvankind to Hyldedd, Aihan says, "There is grief to be found on all the steps of the
Three-Fold Path. I will eat what I must."
Meril just arrived.
Hyldedd nods at Aihan.
You beam happily at Meril!
Meril clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "Ah, another."
Meril nods.
You nod in greeting at Meril.
A kaleidoscope of butterflies takes Meril's painted tin carousel from her, disappearing inside her
longcloak.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Meril, Hyldedd asks, "Would you look into the waters and learn your heart's
name?"
You nod encouragingly at Meril.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd thoughtfully says, "This bodes well, if something comes after grief."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Meril says, "I may, I think."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Meril, Hyldedd says, "Come stand here with me."
Meril takes a few steps to her left.
Fehala nods encouragingly at Meril.
Hyldedd whispers something to Meril.
Hyldedd touches Meril.
Meril kneels down.
Meril looks lost in thought.
Kuromadoushi's group just arrived.
You nod in greeting at Kuromadoushi.
You nod in greeting at Teevai.
Kuromadoushi nods to you.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Meril hesitantly says, "I can imagine... a stroke of lightning, and in it... a
Waking Hollow."
Teevai smiles.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Meril, Hyldedd says, "Waking Hollow."
You smile at Meril.
Hyldedd nods.
Serene gives an approval gesture with her hand.
Fehala whispers something to Kuromadoushi.
You turn to Meril and cheer!
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd exclaims, "Welcome, Waking Hollow!"
Fehala performs a staccato series of whistles and chirps.
Speaking hoarsely in Sylvankind to Meril, Aihan says, "We greet you, Waking Hollow."
Meril nods slowly.
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Meril, you say, "Well met, Waking Hollow."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "Latecomers, welcome."
(Fehala lets her bird whistles rises and fall in imitation of a red-breasted robin. When the song dies
away, she greets, "I greet you in the Now, Waking Hollow!")
You smile at Hyldedd.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd asks, "Would you know your true names?"
You nod encouragingly at Kuromadoushi.
Teevai nods slowly.
You nod encouragingly at Teevai.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Kuromadoushi says, "I do not."
Teevai shuffles her feet.
You smile at Teevai.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "You must learn them. It's such fun."
Meril stands up.
Serene grins at Kuromadoushi.
Kuromadoushi raises an eyebrow.
Serene points at a shallow lake.
Speaking melodically to Kuromadoushi, Teevai exclaims, "Probably something scary for you!"
Kuromadoushi shushes Teevai!
Teevai giggles.
Fehala flashes a quick grin.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Teevai, Hyldedd asks, "Would you learn your name?"
Teevai nods enthusiastically at Hyldedd!
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala says, "Nature has its balance. What is scary for one, is protection and
strength for another."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "Come here and kneel by the water."
Fehala surreptitiously glances at Aihan.
Meril ponders.
You smile at Fehala.
Speaking in Sylvankind to you, Meril asks, "What was it that you saw in the water?"
Teevai kneels before a shallow lake.
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Meril, you say, "Ember Stag."
Hyldedd whispers something to Teevai.
Teevai closes her eyes for a moment.
Meril nods thoughtfully.
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Meril, you say, "It is said these are our hearts names."
You shrug at Meril.
Teevai smiles quietly to herself.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Meril, Fehala says, "The Rootsong Dirge revealed the Fawn to be our totem for
the season." She shows off her high-steps, moving in a circle like a fawn with long legs, "It is a fitting
totem for the Now."
You smile.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Teevai, Hyldedd says, "Name yourself."
You nod in agreement at Fehala.
Meril nods at Fehala.
Teevai melodically exclaims, "Lark-Skin!"
Hyldedd hoots.
Teevai just nudged Kuromadoushi.
You smile at Teevai.
Serene's face lights up with joy for Teevai.
You turn to Teevai and cheer!
Speaking in Sylvankind to Teevai, Hyldedd exclaims, "Welcome, Lark-Skin!"
Teevai stands up.
With a fancy pirouette, Teevai fluidly drops into a curtsy with one foot sliding gracefully forward before
rising with a grin.
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Teevai, you say, "Well met, Lark-Skin."
Kuromadoushi grins at Teevai.
Kuromadoushi nods at Teevai.
Speaking warmly in Sylvankind to Teevai, Riend says, "Well met, Lark-Skin."
Teevai melodically exclaims, "It's appropriate!"
Speaking in Sylvankind to Meril, Riend says, "And belated well met to you, Waking Hollow."
Teevai giggles.
Speaking hoarsely in Sylvankind to Teevai, Aihan says, "Welcome, Lark-Skin."
Riend inclines her head.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Kuromadoushi, Hyldedd asks, "You wish to decline?"
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The sun-gilded surface of a shallow lake is surrounded by a scrim of small grey pebbles and larger, flat
rocks. A single tree bends over the pool, its windswept branches nearly horizontal to the glassy surface.
Under the tree are a wooden box and an engraved plinth. You also see a forest wolf and a short-taloned
grey and white goshawk that is flying around.
Also here: Lark-Skin Teevai, Kuromadoushi, Waking Hollow Meril, Skyrooted Serene, Last Seedling
Honeydove, Briar-Mouth Riend, Hyldedd, Mire-Whisperer Silvynn, Lantern Bearer Fehala, Grief-Eaten
Aihan
Obvious paths: northeast
Teevai pushes on Kuromadoushi without much success.
Meril hums a seemingly random tune.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Kuromadoushi, Serene says, "Do it. It will tell you of your inner soul."
Speaking in Sylvankind to Hyldedd, Kuromadoushi says, "Never been one for visions but lets see."
Hyldedd nods.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Teevai, Fehala exclaims, "I greet you in the Now, Lark-Skin!" She whistles a
few notes sounding similar to a spring lark, "May your season be merry and plentiful!"
Speaking in Sylvankind to Kuromadoushi, Hyldedd says, "Come and kneel by the water."
Kuromadoushi kneels before a shallow lake.
You nod once.
Teevai beams happily at Fehala!
Teevai gazes fondly at Kuromadoushi.
Hyldedd whispers something to Kuromadoushi.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Kuromadoushi says, "Interesting."
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Kuromadoushi, Hyldedd asks, "What do we name you?"
Fehala tilts her head toward Kuromadoushi, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Kuromadoushi says, "Echo-Kin."
Kuromadoushi stands up.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "Echo-Kin."
Teevai gives Kuromadoushi a lopsided grin.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala exclaims, "Echo-echo-echo-" She lowers her voice each time she speaks
the name, giving it an echoing quality, "Kin-kin-kin. I greet you in the Now!"
Speaking hoarsely in Sylvankind to Kuromadoushi, Aihan says, "Echo-Kin, we welcome you."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "Thank you for sharing, Echo-Kin."
Serene begins chuckling at Fehala!
You smile at Kuromadoushi.
Kuromadoushi nods to Fehala in greeting.
Speaking melodically to Kuromadoushi, Teevai says, "I like it."
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Kuromadoushi, you say, "Well met Echo-Kin."
Speaking melodically to Kuromadoushi, Teevai exclaims, "I thought for certain it would be something
bloody!"
Teevai laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
>l
[Sylvisterai Camp, Lake - 35469 - 35469] (u13048009)
The sun-gilded surface of a shallow lake is surrounded by a scrim of small grey pebbles and larger, flat
rocks. A single tree bends over the pool, its windswept branches nearly horizontal to the glassy surface.
Under the tree are a wooden box and an engraved plinth. You also see a forest wolf and a short-taloned
grey and white goshawk that is flying around.
Also here: Lark-Skin Teevai, Echo-Kin Kuromadoushi, Waking Hollow Meril, Skyrooted Serene, Last
Seedling Honeydove, Briar-Mouth Riend, Hyldedd, Mire-Whisperer Silvynn, Lantern Bearer Fehala,
Grief-Eaten Aihan, Ember-Stag Sirona
Obvious paths: northeast
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "Echo's can be scary."
Serene grins at Teevai.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "Now that you all know yourselves, I encourage you to be
prepared for what that knowledge might bring."
Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "Haunting even..."
You nod slowly.
Serene adopts an agreeable expression.
You glance at Hyldedd.
Kuromadoushi raises an eyebrow.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "And I encourage you to join us later for the Feast of Borrowed
Voices."
Serene nods at Hyldedd.
Serene praises Hyldedd.
Serene presses her hands together in a praying gesture and bows her head ever so slightly toward
Hyldedd, indicating her thanks.
You nod slowly.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala asks, "Can we help prepare for the coming feast?"
Fehala cocks her head at Hyldedd.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Hyldedd, Fehala asks, "What of your Now name?"
Speaking in Sylvankind to Fehala, Hyldedd says, "Oh, I don't get one. I know myself much, much too
well."
Teevai waggles her fingers mystically at Kuromadoushi. How nice.
Teevai leans on Kuromadoushi.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Honeydove says, "A blessing that."
Teevai snickers.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Hyldedd says, "I will see you all soon, I hope."
Kuromadoushi suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.
(Fehala seems disconcerted by that answer, her brow taking on deep furrows. She lifts a shoulder up in
a shrug, casting her wayward thoughts aside.)
You nod.
Riend inclines her head.
Serene nods at Hyldedd.
You nod at Hyldedd.
Lady Vellani just arrived.
Last Seedling Honeydove just went northeast.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Hyldedd, Riend says, "Thank you again for this."
You bob a quick curtsy.
Hyldedd steps away before anyone can get her close to the water again.
A sense of peace and calm settles over the area.
Silvynn nods.
[Sylvisterai Camp, Lake - 35469 - 35469] (u13048009)
The sun-gilded surface of a shallow lake is surrounded by a scrim of small grey pebbles and larger, flat
rocks. A single tree bends over the pool, its windswept branches nearly horizontal to the glassy surface.
Under the tree are a wooden box and an engraved plinth. You also see a forest wolf and a short-taloned
grey and white goshawk that is flying around.
Also here: Lady Vellani, Lark-Skin Teevai, Echo-Kin Kuromadoushi, Waking Hollow Meril, Skyrooted
Serene, Briar-Mouth Riend, Mire-Whisperer Silvynn, Lantern Bearer Fehala, Grief-Eaten Aihan
Obvious paths: northeast
With a sudden flash of insight, you realize you now understand more of what you have experienced.....
Meril reaches out and touches a tree.
Teevai nods enthusiastically at Kuromadoushi!
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala says, "I am going to paint my face." She roams a hand over face, "And
take on the visage of my name."
Vellani gazes thoughtfully at a tree.
Riend smiles.
Riend nods understandingly at Fehala.
Kuromadoushi climbs up the tree and plucks a scrap of paper from one of the branches. He quickly
climbs back down to the ground.
Kuromadoushi stares off into space.
Silvynn nods at Fehala.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Fehala, Riend says, "I may seek a change of clothing, I am hardly sure I am able
to truly live up to my new name."
You nod in agreement at Fehala.
Silvynn says, "Until this evening, fair travels everyone."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "I must change my garb as well. It is not appropriate for the
name I bear."
You wave to Silvynn.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "Fair travels."
You smile.
Meril inclines her head.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Kuromadoushi says, "Anyone know the significance of the name."
Kuromadoushi nods to a scrap of paper.
Aihan glances at Kuromadoushi.
Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "Good to see you, Meril."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely asks, "Which name? The name you now bear?"
Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Kuromadoushi says, "From the tree."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Riend says, "I also promised to pick a few things up for Lady Verethundi. I ought
to do that now."
Lady Vellani just went northeast.
Skyrooted Serene just went northeast.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Meril says, "Lightning struck me in my vision, so I think I should rather not go
seek that out and keep it as a name in the heart only."
The sense of peace and security begins to wane from the area.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Kuromadoushi, Fehala says, "It is a name of those still lost from Yuriqen, I
believe."
Her hand lowered, Riend gives a subtle wave.
Briar-Mouth Riend just went northeast.
Kuromadoushi nods.
The sense of peace and security passes away from the area.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Fehala, Kuromadoushi says, "My thanks."
You nod understandingly at Meril.
Feast of Borrowed Voices Ceremony
Speaking in Sylvankind to Silvynn, Fehala whispers aloud, "Will you go on fleet-feet and see if there
are sights for seeing in the other places? Where the council gathers in the glade, perhaps?"
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "In the interest of being polite, someone ought to translate
for our apostate cousins here."
Lady Vellani just went west.
Serene just arrived.
Silvynn stands up.
Parwyn whispers something to Fehala.
Lady Vellani just arrived.
Fehala nods almost imperceptibly at Parwyn.
You hear very soft footsteps.
Arbeia shakes her head at a green-eyed ridge caracal.
Vellani glances away.
You quietly say, "The Veil of Shifting Faces ceremony seemed fine as well....some of us obtained our
heart names."
You hear very soft footsteps.
You notice Silvynn moving stealthily west.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Tyteus slowly admits, "I am not the only person seeing this, correct?"
Speaking in Elven, Vellani muses, "What might they be running from?"
Aihan peers quizzically at Tyteus.
Parwyn whispers something to Tyteus.
Speaking quietly to Tyteus, you ask, "What are you seeing?"
Speaking in Sylvankind to Parwyn, Fehala whispers aloud, "I am not quite sure what yet. Whispers
carried from afar-- There is talk of madness and ghosts."
Arbeia takes a moment to observe Tyteus.
Serene just went west.
Parwyn cocks her head.
Tiwlip walks in.
Aihan gently rests his hand on Fehala's shoulder.
Arbeia smiles at Tiwlip.
Fehala stands up.
Serene just arrived.
You glance at Tiwlip.
You stand back up.
Arbeia stands up.
Speaking in Sylvankind to you, Tyteus answers, "First whispers. Whispers spread throughout the
camp, stories running wild of insanity and ghostly deer."
Tiwlip raises a hand to get the crowd's attention.
Fehala moves to stand behind Aihan.
Parwyn stands up.
A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Mairanu, making it eddy and whirl.
Arbeia turns to face Tiwlip.
You nod in greeting at Tiwlip.
Serene watches Tiwlip in breathless anticipation.
Aihan turns to face Tiwlip.
Fehala takes a moment to observe Tiwlip.
You settle your gaze on Tiwlip, watching her intently.
Tiwlip tiredly says, "Good evening, family, friends."
You nod once.
Vellani nods politely at Tiwlip.
Parwyn takes a moment to observe Tiwlip.
Tiwlip says, "I am Tiwlip, Novitiate Postulant."
Speaking in Sylvankind to you, Tyteus answers, "Then out of the corner of my eyes.. just out of the
corner of your eye, a sylvan initiate go running off at full speed."
Tyteus performs a bow characteristic of the Tyesteron D'ahranal before Tiwlip.
Tiwlip says, "I come with word from the Hierarchs."
Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Tiwlip's direction.
Fehala folds her hands.
Mairanu nods at Tiwlip.
Tiwlip says, "Due to a health matter involving one of the Hierarchs, they will not be attending the
Feast."
Calleia winces.
You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.
Mairanu says, "Oh dear, I do hope they recover quickly."
Arbeia agrees with Mairanu.
Calleia agrees with Mairanu.
Parwyn nods slowly.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala quietly asks, "Is there anything we can do?"
Tyteus adopts an agreeable expression.
Aihan ponders.
Tiwlip says, "They ask that you all enjoy the food and the company, and instead of our usual silence,
take this time to get to know one another."
Aihan blinks.
Mairanu nods understandingly.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Fehala, Tiwlip says, "It has been a long day. I think Ana... the Hierarch is just
overly tired."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely asks, "Break with tradition?"
Tyteus agrees with Aihan.
Tiwlip firmly says, "He is fine."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely exclaims, "What they ask is unheard of!"
Tyteus tilts his head toward Tiwlip, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
Speaking quietly to Tiwlip, you say, "That is unfortunate. On such a day of celebration too. I hope
they...recover quickly."
Arbeia agrees with you.
Speaking quietly to Tiwlip, you ask, "Are they in need of aid? I am an empath and may be able to
assist?"
You raise an eyebrow in Tiwlip's direction.
Parwyn frowns at Mairanu.
Speaking to you, Tiwlip says, "No, thank you. They have it well in-hand."
You nod slowly.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala says, "Perhaps the sounds of our revelry will be a salve for what ails
them."
Tiwlip says, "I hope this doesn't reflect badly on us, to everyone."
Arbeia says, "Of course not."
Arbeia smiles at Tiwlip.
Tiwlip says, "I would hate for anyone to see us in a bad way."
Tyteus looks over at Tiwlip and shakes his head.
You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.
Mairanu shakes his head.
Mairanu says, "Things happen."
You settle yourself on the glade for a moment's rest.
Arbeia agrees with Mairanu.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "We are all in a bad way at some point. It is the way of things."
Mairanu nods at Serene.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Tyteus asks, "Why would any hate the joy you all have brought?"
Tyteus smiles at Tiwlip.
Fehala shifts her weight.
Tiwlip says, "Sometimes, the past comes up, and we find ourselves watching unnecessarily for danger,
and it wears us down."
Tiwlip says, "So again, I offer my apologies."
Vellani tilts her head up.
You quietly say, "Today is a day to celebrate."
Tyteus nods understandingly at Tiwlip.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "We must ever take lessons from the past to inform our futures if
we don't want the same troubles to befall us. So we understand. We all need days of meditation."
Speaking to Tiwlip, Vellani says, "It is understandable."
Tyteus agrees with you.
Tiwlip says, "Our fine Lassaran merchants have agreed to stay open through the night, and there is
food, and drink, and merriment to be had."
Mairanu says, "There is nothing to apologize for, I assure you."
Mairanu smiles.
Arbeia smiles at Tiwlip.
Tiwlip says, "If you will excuse me. My duties call me back."
Meril says, "We all understand that ailments and troubles are part of the world, for it was fashioned of
both light and darkness. It is not a bad reflection, just a truthful one."
Serene's face lights up with joy for Tiwlip.
Mairanu nods at Tiwlip.
Tyteus nods understandingly at Tiwlip.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "There is something very wrong if the Council would ask us
to change the sacred tradition of the Feast of Borrowed Voices and speak for ourselves. I will miss the
feast before I break with tradition in such a manner."."
Parwyn whispers something to Fehala.
Blade Yardie just arrived.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "We shall enjoy the feast in your absense. Thank you for your
time."
Arbeia smiles at Yardie.
Arbeia glances at Yardie and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Speaking quietly to Tiwlip, you ask, "Will The Dance of Unraveling still take place?"
Yardie waves to Arbeia.
Yardie hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.
Tiwlip steps away, her pace quick and her face betraying a small worried frown.
You smile at Yardie.
Yardie bows to Fehala.
Tyteus looks over at you and shakes his head.
Yardie bows to Meril.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Mairanu says, "I admit... I know nothing of the Feast, I was... I didn't grow up
with a lot of other sylvan elves."
You quietly say, "Hmm."
Arbeia glances west.
Meril bows to Yardie.
You hug Yardie, and he wraps you in a warm embrace in return.
Parwyn nods at Fehala.
Serene nods at Mairanu.
Speaking quietly to Yardie, you say, "Good to see you."
You smile at Yardie.
A feast attendant moves food around, making room for more people near the meal.
Speaking to Yardie, Meril says, "A long time for the people is a short time for the trees."
Speaking apologetically to you, Yardie whispers aloud, "Likewise. I'm....sorry if I was disturbing."
Speaking interestedly in Sylvankind to you, Tyteus expresses, "No, she was spent by the Council to ask
for forgiveness considering another would not be present. Odd indeed."
Aihan mutters under his breath.
You notice Silvynn moving stealthily into the area.
Mairanu takes a bite of his crosshatched potato.
Yardie extends a hand to Aihan.
Speaking quietly to Yardie, you say, "Welcome to the Sylvisterai Council in the Wild encampment."
Fehala sits down.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Mairanu says, "She sure was insistent that everyone was JUST FINE."
Arbeia walks over to the glade and settles down.
Silvynn scans his surroundings with the alertness of a seasoned scout.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Mairanu says, "Everything, rather."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Mairanu says, "Both."
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You nod in agreement at Mairanu.
Tyteus agrees with Mairanu.
Silvynn sits down.
Speaking in Sylvankind to Mairanu, Tyteus adds, "All was fine but her."
Meril sits down.
Speaking to you, Yardie says, "Thank you. Err...I'll be quiet. I don't mean to impose."
(Mairanu looks thoughtful for a moment, before taking a bite of his potato.)
Mairanu nods at Tyteus.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Tyteus thoughtfully expresses, "She was tired, extremely."
Parwyn takes a moment to observe Mairanu.
Silvynn takes a moment to observe Yardie.
You quietly ask, "Perhaps we could speak in the common tongue for our guests?"
Yardie and Silvynn shake hands.
A waterfall of smoldering saffron light briefly cascades from a bronze and acacia fetish set with a swirled
lightning glass shard dangling from Arbeia's wrist.
Mairanu says, "Beg your pardon."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Tyteus gently admits, "Just something to take note of."
Aihan whispers something to Fehala.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "Worries are hard to ignore sometimes. It's hard to enjoy festivities
if you're stuck in your own head."
Mairanu takes a bite of his crosshatched potato.
Speaking to Yardie, Silvynn says, "Been a while since I've seen you about."
You smile.
Speaking sincerely to you, Yardie says, "I don't mind. If it's not meant for me to hear, I wouldn't want to
stop you from speaking your native tongue."
Mairanu says, "That's why I try to enjoy festivites with my full heart and worry about things later."
Mairanu smacks his lips.
Silvynn removes a bunch of wild grapes from in his black silk cloak.
Silvynn feeds a forest wolf a bite of his wild grapes.
Curls of cigar smoke linger about Mairanu in a wildflower honey, lavender, and forest herbs-scented
haze.
Twisting off the antler plug of his leather bota, Tyteus tilts it back and takes a quick gulp of the cyser
inside.
Fehala exclaims, "I think we should enjoy the feast with kin-and-kind, and newfound friends. Let our
merriment carry on the spring winds, to lighten the hearts of those who are troubled." Her smile is just
a touch forced even as she gives an encouraging nod, "I am Lantern-Bearer in the Now, that is my name.
There is plenty for sharing. Let us feast!"
Speaking quietly to Yardie, you say, "Not at all...nothing secret. The grounds were opened."
Arbeia agrees with Fehala.
You agree with Fehala.
Mairanu nods firmly.
Parwyn nods slowly at Fehala.
Aihan clenches his jaw.
Yardie nods understandingly to you.
Serene agrees with Fehala.
Arbeia feeds a green-eyed ridge caracal a bite of her roasted goat haunch.
The powerful look leaves a forest wolf.
Parwyn glances at Tyteus.
Speaking quietly to Fehala, you say, "We still have a feast here."
Arbeia feeds a green-eyed ridge caracal the last of her roasted goat haunch.
You nod to the linen cloth.
Arbeia pets the caracal.
Speaking quietly to you, Meril says, "It was good of you to offer her aid, though I think that we are not
trained in the sort of empathic linking that the hierarchs practice. What is known to the outside guilds is
but a shadow of it."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Honeydove says, "As the Last Seedling. I'll say we enjoy this feast and try and
have fun."
You quietly say, "And we still have kith and kin about us."
Arbeia nods.
Speaking hopefully to Aihan, Fehala asks, "Is there more cyser?"
Honeydove pours herself some onion and savory tomato stew.
Tyteus gently introduces, "I am called, Ty'teus - born of the Ki'Tyesteron bloodline. A unique type of
Marksman. Born in Icemule, raised in River's Rest yet a citizen of the Mystical Winds of the Habor. It is a
delight to converse with you all."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "No."
You nod slowly at Meril.
Fehala wrinkles her nose.
Silvynn tilts his head toward Tyteus, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
Fehala turns to face Tyteus.
Speaking quietly to Meril, you say, "Perhaps."
Arbeia shrugs at Yardie.
Obvious paths: west
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely asks, "What happened to the one meant for sharing?"
Arbeia smiles at Tyteus.
Speaking hopefully to Tyteus, Fehala repeats, "Is there more cyser?"
Tyteus stands up.
Tyteus smiles at Fehala.
A thin stream of blue-grey smoke streams from the cigar in Mairanu's hand, drifting upward in a loose
coil.
Speaking to Parwyn, Tyteus says, "Returning."
Tyteus just moved quietly west, with his group following closely.
Silvynn says, "Greetings."
Aihan gazes up into the heavens.
Fehala snaps her fingers.
Aihan rolls his eyes.
You notice Parwyn moving stealthily into the area.
Parwyn sits down.
Speaking to Yardie, Fehala asks, "Did you sense the Awakening?"
You notice Tyteus moving stealthily into the area.
Mairanu introduces, "I am Mairanu, of the Wyrdeep originally, though I now call the Landing my home."
Aihan whispers something to Fehala.
Arbeia says, "Silvynn you must consume this for me."
You quietly say, "So for those who might not know, this sylvan holiday is one where we celebrate our
relationship to nature and the coming of spring."
Tyteus joins Parwyn's group.
Arbeia nods.
Fehala snaps her fingers at Tyteus.
Arbeia nods to you.
Tyteus sits down next to Parwyn.
You quietly say, "It is called Dra'Elstin."
Mairanu says, "Even without knowledge of our customs, I could Feel it."
Arbeia helps herself to a pecan and caramel-topped roll.
(Parwyn takes a few moments to observe anyone who is drinking or eating from the food and drink
provided.)
Arbeia sniffs at her caramel-topped roll.
Speaking to Tyteus, Fehala says, "Ahh, well. Only one hope dashed. The night is still quite young."
You nod at Mairanu.
Arbeia takes a bite of her caramel-topped roll.
Tyteus agrees with Fehala.
Speaking to you, Yardie asks, "What does that mean?"
Vellani nods appreciatively to you.
Meril nods thoughtfully.
Speaking to Fehala, Tyteus admits, "I see new faces here this evening."
Fehala nods at Tyteus.
You quietly say, "Thats a good question."
You chuckle.
Yardie glances at Mairanu.
You quietly say, "As I am just learning about it today as well."
Meril says, "I am Meril, and I hope the festival so far as been filled with light for everyone. I was also
hoping those arrived in the morning would tell more of the awakening and the earlier celebrations."
Arbeia takes a bite of her caramel-topped roll.
Mairanu glances at Yardie.
Mairanu winks.
Speaking slowly to Mairanu, Yardie repeats, "Mr. Mephis...top....he....les?"
Mairanu nods.
Mairanu admits, "It's a mouthful."
Parwyn agrees with Meril.
You quietly say, "But basically, as I understand it...its a convergence where the sylvankind abandon the
constraints of ordinary existence and meet the raw pulse of the just waking natural world."
Silvynn pauses in an observational trance.
Arbeia takes a bite of her caramel-topped roll.
You quietly say, "So for instance, there are various ceremonies that take place today that bring us closer
to nature."
Parwyn nods slowly at Tyteus.
Fehala shifts her weight.
You quietly say, "And nature speaks to us."
Tyteus agrees with you.
Twisting off the antler plug of his leather bota, Tyteus tilts it back and takes a quick gulp of the cyser
inside.
You quietly say, "As it has been really since the morning hours."
You nod.
You quietly say, "My kin here can attest."
You quietly say, "We have all been...called here really."
Parwyn whispers something to Tyteus.
Parwyn smiles at Tyteus.
Arbeia takes a moment to observe you.
Speaking to you, Tyteus expresses, "Please eplain what was missed, for those of us which wanted to be
present yet were not."
Speaking to you, Yardie asks, "By Imaera?"
Parwyn agrees with Tyteus.
Speaking quietly to Yardie, you say, "Perhaps...she is the Mother."
Parwyn tilts her head toward you, examining you intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
You quietly say, "By nature itself."
Speaking to you, Yardie asks, "Mother...of your fellow Sylvan as well, yes?"
Arbeia nods to you.
Mairanu says, "It was like... waking up in a sun-dappled glade, the air redolent with the smell of fresh
earth and dew and grass."
Tyteus smirks at Parwyn.
You quietly say, "In my mind anyway."
You nod at Mairanu.
Fehala says, "Right now we normally hold our words and keep our silence. It is not-- normal --to feast
and speak." She shifts her weight and attempts to hide her unease with another forced smile, "Still, if
our merriment in the moment aids those who need it, then we should feast well and loud."
Arbeia snickers at Silvynn.
You smile at Fehala.
You nod.
Mairanu nods understandingly.
You quietly say, "Indeed."
Serene grins.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "It began after the first birdsong of the morning, with dawn
on the horizon. Winter loosing it's last grasp on the Wild."
You quietly say, "Let us enjoy the bounty before us."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Serene says, "I felt the calling as well. I haven't been this side of the mountain in
ages."
You quietly say, "So we had various celebrations through the day."
Fehala raises an eyebrow.
Tyteus tilts his head toward you, examining you intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
You quietly say, "The Wild Awakening was signaled to us through sings of spring."
You quietly say, "Early this morning."
You quietly say, "Then we held The Rootsong Dirge."
Fehala says, "We could feel it everywhere. In the winds. In the green. In the sky. In the dirt. In the
streams."
You quietly say, "Over by the lake."
Tatterclaws just moved quietly into the area, his group following closely.
Tatterclaws says, "Good evening, all."
Mairanu says, "Good evening, friend."
Fehala smiles at Tatterclaws.
Silvynn nods at Tatterclaws.
You quietly say, "Where we determined our guiding spirit for the season."
Parwyn blinks.
Speaking gently to Tatterclaws, Tyteus concludes, "Good evening."
Speaking to Tatterclaws, Fehala says, "Come! Join us in merriment and feasting. We are breaking the
silence with our words, and planting new seeds of friendship."
Tatterclaws smiles at Tyteus.
Silvynn smiles.
Tatterclaws beams happily at Fehala!
Aihan gently rests his hand on Fehala's shoulder.
You quietly say, "Through visions we saw rise from the ground."
Tatterclaws nods at Fehala.
You quietly say, "And we determined it would be the Fawn."
Aihan whispers something to Fehala.
Speaking to Fehala, Tatterclaws exclaims, "May they grow into great oaks of bonding!"
Speaking to Tatterclaws, Fehala whispers aloud, "Ember Stag speaks of the Root Dirge and the
Awakening earlier."
A barrow crow flaps low, nearly brushing the top of your head.
Tatterclaws nods at Fehala.
Yardie glances at a barrow crow.
A pebble-eyed brownish-purple kingwood mandrake with a wild mane of alabaster wisp lantern hair
toddles over to a ruffled raven, tilting his bulbous head to the side as he observes the raven's
mannerisms. He attempts to mimic the raven, causing her to cant her head to the side.
Speaking to a barrow crow, Yardie exclaims, "Hey!"
You quietly say, "The Veil of Shifting Faces was next."
Arbeia begins chuckling at Yardie!
Tatterclaws smiles at Yardie.
Tatterclaws whistles tunelessly to himself.
Mairanu giggles.
Speaking to Yardie, Tatterclaws says, "She has a mind of her own."
You quietly say, "Where we where given our heart names."
Speaking to Tatterclaws, Yardie says, "And talons."
>'Mine was Ember Stag
You quietly say, "Mine was Ember Stag."
Fehala whispers something to Silvynn.
Parwyn smiles at you.
Mairanu says, "I wish I could have made it."
You point at Fehala.
Tatterclaws says, "Ahhh. I would love a heart name, but I'm only half-blooded, perhaps I wouldn't have
received one anyway."
You quietly say, "Fehala's Lantern Bearer."
Aihan growls ferociously!
Tatterclaws nods in agreement.
Yardie glances at Aihan.
You glance at Aihan.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely exclaims, "We do NOT speak the names of what was!"
Speaking to Aihan, Yardie asks, "You....don't smile or laugh or do humor much, do you?"
Arbeia glances at Yardie.
Arbeia takes a bite of her stuffed fish roll.
Speaking in Elven to Fehala, Parwyn says, "An appropriate token for you."
Fehala whispers something to Silvynn.
You shake your head.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "Mind tradtion, Ember Stag."
Speaking quietly to Aihan, you say, "This is no tradition of mine, it is new."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "Apostate."
Speaking to you, Fehala says, "We leave our names in the Was and Will Be."
Arbeia shrugs at Yardie.
Parwyn raises an eyebrow in Aihan's direction.
Speaking quietly to Aihan, you say, "I was explaining, please do continue though."
Tyteus whispers something to Parwyn.
Yardie says, "A moment."
Blade Yardie just went west.
Parwyn agrees with Tyteus.
Blade Yardie just arrived.
Tatterclaws just moved quietly west, with his group following closely.
Yardie glances at Aihan.
Speaking to Yardie, Fehala says, "Did you hear his name?" She points to Aihan, saying, "You will not be
surprised. It is Grief-Eaten."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "You want me to carry on? If you wish for a sylvisterai to do
so, I shall."
Tyteus glances between Yardie and Aihan.
Aihan turns to face Fehala.
Speaking gently in Sylvankind to Yardie, Tyteus inquires, "I am sorry, your name again?"
Speaking to Fehala, Yardie says, "Grief-eaten? No wonder he doesn't like food."
Yardie blinks at Tyteus.
Speaking gently to Yardie, Tyteus asks, "I am sorry, your name again?"
Arbeia says, "That is Yardie."
Arbeia points at Yardie.
Parwyn whispers something to Tyteus.
Speaking to Tyteus, Yardie says, "I am called Yardie."
Lord Odhren just arrived.
Tyteus nods slowly at Yardie.
Odhren steps through the cascade of flowers and blooms. Nothing special seems to happen.
Speaking to Yardie, Fehala says, "He wears the petals of grief, along with the slivers one feels when they
swallow it."
Speaking to Tyteus, Yardie says, "And it's okay. You can speak in Sylvankind. Er...I can understand...a
bit...for a while."
Speaking to Tyteus, Yardie says, "My mother used to say that if you speak in your own language, you
speak to the heart. I wouldn't wish to deny that."
Speaking to you, Fehala says, "Did you say what you saw in the lake? Of all that was seen and Became,
yours is my favorite."
Speaking to Arbeia, Mairanu says, "Crunchy and delicious, yes? The potatoes are very good."
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "For sylvisterai, this holiday is sacred. One does not simply
change the traditions on a whim or where whimsy takes them."
Speaking to Yardie, Tyteus says, "No, I speak the common tongue. Considering there are those here that
cannot."
Arbeia agrees with Mairanu.
Arbeia says, "All the food is very good."
Yardie nods understandingly at Tyteus.
Tyteus smiles slightly towards Yardie.
Parwyn blinks.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan hoarsely says, "Depsite what the Council suggests."
Yardie blinks at Aihan.
Tyteus nods understandingly at Parwyn.
Speaking to Yardie, Fehala says, "Grief-Eaten does not agree with us sharing words in a feast that should
be silent. He is the ironwood, growing amidst a grove of willows."
Speaking quietly in Elven to Aihan, Parwyn says, "Some tribes have lived in isolation for some time now,
Ai'han, traditions, as much as are, may have shifted for some of them."
Speaking to Parwyn, Fehala reminds, "Grief-Eaten."
Parwyn blushes a glowing shade of red.
Parwyn agrees with Fehala.
Speaking to Fehala, Yardie says, "Well he doesn't eat smiles, that's for certain."
Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Yardie's direction.
Arbeia shakes her head.
You stand back up.
You bob a quick curtsy.
Speaking in Elven to Aihan, Parwyn says, "Apologies, Grief-Eaten."
You quietly say, "Excuse me."