Solstice in Glomdoring: Day 2, Gathering and Raffle

Meshwork of plants.
It is quite mild. A tiny trail, barely two feet high, runs along the ground through the dense foliage. Broad leaves of saplings and ferns twist together into a knot of clutching undergrowth. Vines and brambles are draped across the path, hanging down and across at the worst moments to snatch at anything passing by. The foliage constantly rustles with the movements of small creatures, and the sound of birds is loud and harsh against the wind. Hidden deep within the environment lies a mystic pathway. Amid the twisting plants, the Drums of the Dead wait patiently here to answer the call of Glomdoring. There are 2688 shadows crawling over the drums. A large skeletal tree's remains stand here erect, covered in a large spider web strung between the tree's finger-like branches. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air.
You see exits leading southeast and southwest.

You think to yourself: Please... dear peoples, whomever are listening...

You stare implacably at a shield shrine of Viravain.

You think to yourself: Please let this month's event go O-K....

You have emoted: Gurashi gulps softly, then rubs the end of his beak.

You have emoted: Gurashi clasps his hands together in silent prayer, then drops his arms, exhaling.

The perpetual thrum of the Drums of the Dead vibrates through your body, as if the rhythm of the Wyrd itself were pressing upon you.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at the Drums longingly, resting a hand over his heart.

You think to yourself: Please go well...

You think to yourself: Please see and love Wyrd as much as we do...

You have emoted: Gurashi shuts his eyes, head bobbing forward.

You have emoted: Gurashi straightens a bit, lowering his hands.

You think to yourself: ... hope Lady of Roses likes song.

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly looks nervous, pulling at the awkward collar of his suit before looking to Bizirik. "Just a day left. Ready?" The leothin snorts, tail smacking the ground once.

**some more Festival prep, and running around**

You have emoted: Gurashi listens carefully, closely, to the forest around him, wringing his hands together.

Here, you hear not the beat of the Drums but the whispering of leaves; the scuttling passage of countless insects; the distant rustling of movement in the undergrowth.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances down towards his feet, exhaling softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi studies the ground before him, beginning to walk slowly, antennae raised, listening.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "Are lingering..."

You have emoted: Gurashi tilts his head, taking a step towards the west - no, steps back, towards the east, tilting his head.

Your mandibles twitch slightly as you voice a brief, curious chirr.

You think to yourself: What is this feeling...

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Ah - Miss Lief - is almost time... eh?"

Lief tells you, "Yes!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Ah - are still coming, yes? And Miss Elexia? Anyone else??"

You have emoted: Gurashi stares up hopefully, lost in his thoughts.

Lief tells you, "As far as I know, it will be just us two. I will announce my intention to depart and ask if any others will join then, though."

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Xenthos pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

You crease your brow in a frown.

You beam broadly at Xenthos.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Xenthos, "Many thank yous."

Faintly buzzing, you ask Xenthos, "Are excited?"

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 19th of Shanthin, 548 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 4 days until the New Moon

Holding up a hand, you say, "Hrm."

Xenthos tilts his head and listens intently to you.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at the drums still, chittering to himself softly.

You think to yourself: Cannot wait to sing, oh hope they like it.

(The Crux): You say, "Not long now! But a half of a day before timequake ends and festival starts!! Hope are excited!"

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "The quake will end sooner than that."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh..."

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "Quarter-day now."

(The Crux): You say, "Oh. Well."

(The Crux): You say, "...uhm."

(The Crux): You say, "Will start around weave!"

You huff and puff at Xenthos in outrage.

Xenthos raises an eyebrow at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a sudden chittering laugh.

**thorn beast proceeds to beat me up**

You peer about yourself unscrupulously.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Did not consider the beasts... we can calm them."

You have emoted: Gurashi plucks a few strings on his violin.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "Are coming? is friend coming??"

Black sand pours from the boughs of the dark trees above, winding about your ankles like a serpent as an alien presence makes itself known here.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "Did like everything i--."

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks, then tilts his head upward, chittering excitedly.

Excitedly, you ask, "Hello?"

A thorn beast lashes out at your feet with a barbed tendril, sending you sprawling.

You play a minor third on a subtle violin of dark hues and direct the soothing notes towards a thorn beast.
A thorn beast cocks his head at you and listens intently to the tone.

"Shh!" you say to a thorn beast, putting a finger to your lips.

The scent of cayenne hits your nose strongly as a weirdly echoing voice speaks in a baritone that shakes the ground, leaves falling from trees with each word, "Little one. Until such time as I am needed, I will entertain Myself with needs of My city. But I remember My Liar's will, and will send them along shortly. Ensure that the despised one does not harm them, or I will hold you personally responsible."

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "I am coming, yes, but again, I will likely be a touch late to wait and see if Lady Carakhan will be sending Nalurei to the Pool for me to escort, or if she's going to show up at the party. If she does."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up into the trees, coughing once. "O-O-K! Will take good care of, promise! Thank You very much, Mister-and-Missus Shofets!"

You beam broadly.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at Xenthos, letting out a faint little buzzing noise of excitement.

Black sand begins to swirl here in a vortex, lit from within by flashes of scarlet lightning as an enormous star-shaped figure takes form within. Soon, the storm clears, revealing the Liar where once there was nothing, the scent of honey replacing cayenne as sand falls like soot-covered snow to the ground below.

You blink.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Throwing open his arms, you exclaim, "Friend Liar!!"

LOOK LIAR
Radiant gold and inky black compete for prominence in the thick fur that covers this enormous tae'dae's body, the well-groomed hair shifting like fields of wheat and clouds through the night sky with each movement. Despite their thick limbs and ten feet of height, an aura of well-being and contentment radiates off of their body, only enhanced by the gentle smile that is nearly always present on their muzzle. Glittering mis-matched eyes, one brown and one green, stare with a gentle warmth at the world around them, only inches below a pair of fuzzy round ears that have several notches missing from them. A brilliant red hieroglyph crackles in the centre of their forehead, flaring occasionally with small tendrils of red lightning. They are simply dressed in a pair of linen trousers and a hooded vest of the same material which hangs loose and casually upon their frame. The only decoration to be found upon them are a small number of scales and feathers that have been hand-sewn to cover where their heart lies in their chest.

The Liar beams widely down at you, raising both hands in greeting as they joyfully explain, "Friend Gurashi!"

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "... Gurashi, did something break?"

**WEAVE**

Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to the Liar, "Greetings."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "Am sorry! Friend Liar is here!!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "Understand if are a little late! Do not worry, will save a basket for her!!"0

Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Esei hopefully.

Esei blinks.

Esei bows respectfully to the Liar.

You beam broadly at Esei.

The Liar shakes the hands and nods excitedly, bouncing on the front of their massive foot-paws as they say, "Yes! The Shofet read it out and gave me my present, but...I think an orange thief stole it, because I can't find it anymore! But I did get it, and I'll get it back!" After a moment of the massive smile, they turn to Xenthos and say, "Hello, friend of friends! I think I was told your name, but I don't remember!"

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "The Liar is there? Oh, good, I have a sea lion for them."

You put a jolly tae'dae cookie filled with honey into a ravenwood picnic basket.

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly thrusts a picnic basket forward, offering it to the Liar. "That is Xenthos - and this is Esei." He gestures to each. "And this is for You! Happy Solstice!"

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to the Liar.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "We have met."

You see the following people here:
Esei, Xenthos, Gurashi.

You nod your head emphatically.

You beam broadly.

Nodding happily, the Liar says, "Xenthos! I will remember next ti--."

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily, licking itself on the snout.

Esei blinks.

Esei peers at Bizirik, the leothin unscrupulously.

The Liar looks down at the picnic basket thrust into their hands, tilting their head as they ask, "Another present? I didn't think we were giving them away until next month! Mine's not ready yet!"

A wry smile spreads across Esei's face.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a sudden chittering laugh.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "These are... guest-gifts?"

The Liar frets over everything that might go wrong.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Everyone who attends gets a gift."

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "No! They are just thank-you-gifts!"

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Thank-you-for-coming presents!"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Made everything myself."

You have emoted: Gurashi nods, hands on his hips.

Esei ponders the situation.

Esei shifts their eyes suspiciously from side to side.

The Liar blinks slowly in understanding, "Oooooh, that makes more sense! Wow, really? You must be very good at making things if you made it all by your self! I can only make good flowers. And glass, but that doesn't really count."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist smiles with a wink and says, "To be fair, he did not make the baskets."

The Liar tilts his head curiously.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh! Yeah! Xenthos and Esri made baskets."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "So they helped, but made all of the foods."

You have emoted: Gurashi thwaps himself gently on the head. "Many apologies Xenthos!"

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Xenthos, "Many thank yous for your help by the way!"

Odd-coloured eyes crinkling with delight, the Liar exclaims, "Then you are just as good, to help make things for the party!"

The Liar carefully opens the basket and buries his muzzle in it, sniffing about as their eyes attempt to pierce its interior in vain.

You have emoted: Gurashi bounces in his spot, then looks up to the Liar again, beaming. "Oh am so happy could make it. How have been?? Has been too long." He watches the tae'dae go digging about the basket without a word, letting them rummage.

Ilistala melds into the shadows, quickly disappearing from view.

Lief tells you, "I've not heard anyone else say they will come, but as soon as you are ready, Elexia and I will be there."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "O-K - is running little late! Will shout soon."

Lief tells you, "All right!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Liar is here! Go make sure Binky and them are coming! ...am kidding."

Faintly buzzing, you ask Xenthos, "Ah - can you make a fire?"

Their voice slightly muffled as they investigate the gift, the Liar exclaims, "I have been good! Last month I was helping some of the people who the Shofet is making build some big stuff, by holding heavy things that were too big for them to hold. They gave me lots of treats and honey-milk to drink!"

You boggle at the Liar.

Faintly buzzing, you say to the Liar, "Ohh, that is very kind of them!! Do know what is building? Have heard about construction and you mentioned a couple times..."

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters, tilting his head.

(Market): You say, "Some technical difficulties, but will be beginning month two of Festival in Glomdoring soon! Keep ears out for shout!"

The Liar pulls a jolly tae'dae cookie filled with honey from within the basket with great difficulty, finally succeeding it by impaling it upon one claw and then munching on it happily from the corner of their maw. "Nope! Hhe Shofet doesn'h wanna tehl me!"

You have emoted: Gurashi beams happily, nodding. "Maybe is a good surprise, then!" He claps. "Oh - have a bunch of those if would like another!" He chitters.

You think to yourself: If Liar is here, then maybe so will...

As they continue to chomp at the cookie with delight, the Liar exclaims, "If no one else wants them and you have lots more, yes please! Honey is my favourite!"

Faintly buzzing, you say to the Liar, "Oh, meant to say, is O-K if Orange thief took your apron - decorated it with fruit, so maybe that's why..."

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to the Liar, "Will make you a new one, promise!"

You beam broadly at the Liar.

You hum a happy tune.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "Any reason why not to have people start gathering here?"

Xenthos tilts his head curiously at you.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Was about to ask."

Esei urges you onwards.

Esei strokes Bizirik, the leothin tenderly.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Esei. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

(Glomdoring): You say, "Though the festival is currently, temporarily, experiencing some delay, are welcome to come and gather with at Drums of the Dead! Have a lovely guest from Gaudiguch! Please do remember to be kind and -no influencing-!"


You beam broadly at the Liar.

The Liar stares around at the forest as they continue to eat, seeming especially impressed with the Drums of the Dead and keeping their gaze fixed on it for several long minutes.

Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Rancoura hopefully.

Perking up, you exclaim to the Liar, "Ah! Those are our drums!"

Rancoura inclines her head politely to those around her.

You beam broadly at Rancoura.

Tarken doffs a dapper, fawn-banded black felt hat to Rancoura.

(Glomdoring): Xenthos says, "Come on over. Gurashi has gift-baskets for the first 30 or so attendees."

Esei bows respectfully to Rancoura.

The Liar says, "They are like big ones of the little things you played in the other forest, when you were trying to talk to the pretty elfen lady."

You have emoted: Gurashi gestures to the drums. "Is part of what ...keeps..."

(The Shadow Kindred): Esei says, "Waggle gurashi."

(Glomdoring): Afollia says, "Oh lovely, on our way."

The Liar nods their head sagely as they continue to stare at the Drums of the Dead.

You have emoted: Gurashi trails off, staring at the Liar and clearing his throat. "Oh, uh," He stammers, "E-er, yesshh."

Afollia curtseys gracefully.

You stare blankly into space.

"Hey!" Esri greets warmly.

Esei pats you in a friendly manner.

Esei smirks.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to the Liar, "...right! They are!"

Taking the tiniest of steps, Ulthaed Fangleaf hobbles in from the southeast.

LOOK FANGLEAF
Ashen skin drawn tautly across his aquiline features, this frighteningly emaciated elfen hunches over with the weight of his age. A smoky charcoal cassock clings tightly to his crooked form, a thinly woven cord of indigo hue embroidered across the chest in an artful knot while a sash of the same colour drapes from his waist. He clutches a small journal forcefully in his left hand, clawed fingernails digging deeply into the dark leather. His head is awkwardly tilted as he hawkishly observes his surroundings with penetrating eyes of sharp viridian, his sullen face bearing a perpetual frown.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Tarken.

Esei blinks.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Tarken, "Happy Solstice!"

Esei inclines their head politely to Ulthaed Fangleaf.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Afollia curtseys gracefully.

A thorn beast twists its vines, long tendrils sliding past each other as the creature stretches.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Ulthaed Fangleaf.

Ulthaed Fangleaf stares implacably at you.

Kyalrhin snickers softly to herself.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Happy Solstice Druid Ulthaed Fangleaf."

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Ulthaed Fangleaf, "Happy Solstice!"

"I have come for the ceremony," Ulthaed Fangleaf states coldly, casting the basket aside with an emaciated hand. "Not the pastries."

You stare implacably at Ulthaed Fangleaf.

Whispering, you say to Ulthaed Fangleaf, "Happy Solstice..." <--heartbroken

The Liar turns as the sound behind them picks up, and they turn with a mouth stuffed with cookie and eyes wide at the apparently-sudden appearance of everyone else. They gulp down a mouthful and seem to forget the crumbs decorating their face as they mutter a bashful hello.

Esei pats you in a friendly manner.

Esei smiles softly at the Liar.

Esri hugs you compassionately.

Ulthaed Fangleaf holds his glare upon you for a moment longer before flinching it away, moving to find a spot at the edge of the crowd.

Reyqae tells you, "GURASHI."

You have emoted: Gurashi rests a hand reassuringly on the Liar's arm, beaming.

Esei smiles softly at Vanshi.

Vanshi smiles softly.

You tell the Liar, "Let know if ever gets too loud, O-K! Is O-K to step away and rest, but are among friends! And nobody will be rude."

Kalaneya enters from the southwest, emanating an aura of immense power.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Nascent Vanshi, Attendant to the Wyrd.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Ah, very good."

Reyqae tells you, "I mean... uh... Exemplar? I don't know titles really good. I have a question!"

Immediately perking back up, you exclaim to Vanshi, "Happy Solstice!"

Rancoura clasps her hands, still clad in her dancers' clothes, her skin marked anew with the violet symbols and runes. Offering an incline of her head to Ulthaed Fangleaf as he passes, turns her gaze upon you.

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "Are just about ready to begin?"

You tilt your head curiously at Rancoura.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Can shout to announce for other peoples."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Yes!"

Rancoura tells you, "If you would, Exemplar."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Is a festival happening now, can teleport to!"

You clear your throat.

The Liar tells you, "There are so many people here who I do not know! I hope I do not act silly before I meet them all."

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "We will give out souvenirs in the meantime, while the Lady Haruspex prepares."

Rancoura nods her head at you.

Comprehension flashes across Kalaneya's face.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Nevermind then."

You have emoted: Gurashi rests a hand reassuringly on the Liar's arm, beaming.

You tell the Liar, "Are just new friends that have yet to meet! Know most of them too, and can introduce."

Kalaneya urges you onwards.

Rancoura nods solemnly.

You shout, "Many greetings, dearest friends, allies, and non-enemies of the Basin! Glomdoring's second month of Solstice activities will be beginning shortly! Please head to the Drums for raffle results, Storytelling, Songs, and a Play! What a cultural night! Can teleport to myself, Lady Rancoura, or Lady Kalaneya for quick entrance!!"

**cue sooo much teleporting**

The Liar winces as your voice reverberates up and through the heavens.

You have emoted: Gurashi clears his throat as soon as he's finished, beaming.

Reyqae tells you, "Yes that was my question but I was told that maybe I shouldn't go today because a Lady was coming that might suck my soul and I kinda want to keep mine so can you tell me when it's safe?"

Ulthaed Fangleaf clutches his journal close to his cassock as he observes with a hawkish gaze.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "....eh? Do not think will be any soul sucking..."

Esri gives you a friendly squeeze.

Nao curtseys gracefully.

Kalaneya smiles wryly as her golden eyes glint with amusement.

With a grimace, you say to the Liar, "Many apologies."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Come on over!"

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Lief pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
Elexia arrives, following Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon.

Reyqae tells you, "Really?? Yaaay!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Yeah! Come here."

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Reyqae comes into view.

"Hey!" Esri greets warmly.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to all those gathered, chittering excitedly.

Esei doffs a fearsome dark forestal great helm to Reyqae.

Awkwardly gripping the basket, the Liar says, "It's okay! I was just...not expecting..."

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "A small gift from the Glomdoring, for all who have come."

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "We are beginning. Please teleport to Gurashi."

Lief appears near you, a small, brightly coloured gift box held tightly in both of her arms.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Many greetings."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "- oh forgot to ask - if either you or Elexia are persons with Fae, can please dismiss??"

You tilt your head curiously at Elexia.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon.

Lief tells you, "We are both spiritsingers."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Elexia, "Happy solstice!"

Rancoura inclines her head politely to those around her.

You have emoted: Gurashi grimaces, then chitters at Lief excitedly.

Elexia clasps her hands together and bows as she chimes, "Merry Solstice! Thank you for the invitation."

Vanshi flashes Kalaneya a joyous smile.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Happy Solstice to those new to the forest."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Do mind...? We did for your ceremony - is all that was asked."

Esei purses their lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as they carefully gathers their thoughts.

Nao turns to Kalaneya, offering a small, "Thank you."

Dys's hood shifts as she moves her head slightly and you catch a glimpse of a smile within.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "My thanks, Ma'lanas Runia."

Lief tells you, "... we have no fae, Gurashi, for we are both spiritsingers." <--I am, a dumb

Kalaneya winks conspiratorially at Nao.

Reyqae flaps her wings quickly and begins to hover in the air.

You stare blankly into space.

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

With several beats of her wings, Reyqae alights upon a blackthorn sapling's shoulder.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a sudden chittering laugh.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Lief, "...do not know what means."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Lief, "Many apologies."

You have emoted: Gurashi points awkwardly, knowingly, at both Lief and Elexia, chittering excitedly.

Esri thanks Kalaneya profusely.

You see the following people here:
Rancoura, Tarken, Lief, Nao, Kalaneya, Vanshi, Xenthos, Esei, Elexia, Kyalrhin, Dys, Afollia, Esri, Reyqae, Gurashi.

Looking about, you say, "OH wowee, are so many peoples."

You give a short gasp of elation.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Dys Mzithrei.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Dys, "Happy Solstice!"

Lief bobs her antlered head, her fingers tight upon a small, brightly coloured gift box. After a moment, she gives a start and stares down at its colorful trappings and big, bouncy bow, then offers it forward to you.

Esri nods his head at you.

With a faintly anxious smile, Lief gives a small, brightly coloured gift box to you.

The Liar beams at Kalaneya and offers a soft, but emphatic, "Thank you!"

You blink.

Alarin gives the world a smart salute.

Reyqae tilts her head curiously at the Liar.

With a quick beat of her wings Reyqae rises to circle slowly around the Liar, studying him curiously.
"Hey!" Esri greets warmly.

Kalaneya winks conspiratorially at the Liar.

Elexia considers the Master Ravenwood pin in her hand, lifting up to her eyes to better inspect it. She smiles softly and nods gratefully. "Thank you, it is lovely craftsmanship," she replies to Kalaneya.

You have emoted: Gurashi tilts his head curiously at Lief, mandibles clicking. "Eh?"

Quietly, Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon says to you, "Happy Solstice, friend."

Dys Mzithrei smiles and says to you, "Thank you, Happy Solstice!"

Reyqae breathes a soft "Wahh!" with a wide-eyed look of surprise.

Kalaneya places a hand over her heart, then bows to Elexia in gratitude.

With a clear baritone voice, Alarin, Cleric of the Starlit Dawn says, "I come bearing a gift." <--19 cheesecakes wooo!

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Dark Greetings everyone!"

Alarin's eyes sparkle with amusement.

The Liar shrinks back against the oncoming gaze of Reyqae.

Holding up the box, amazed, you ask Lief, "Oh - is, for me?"

Reyqae beams broadly at the Liar.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Please be kind to Liar!"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "Hi I'm Rey!"

Dys thanks Kalaneya profusely.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "And for all who do not know, there's a different pin every month of the festival! So we hope to see you all back again next month."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Is very new to basin and very skiddish, so be gentle!"

Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

"I was your Secret Solstice gift-giver, remember?" Lief asks you, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You nod your head at Lief.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I am missing this pin, I believe."

Reyqae blinks incredulously at you.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to Reyqae, "NIce you meet you."

Addressing the Liar and Ulthaed, Kalaneya says, "Yes, even you two!"

The corners of Kalaneya's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Laughing awkwardly, you say to Lief, "Have been so busy, forgot..."

With several beats of her wings, Reyqae alights upon a blackthorn sapling's shoulder.

The Liar rubs the back of their head as one enormous paw crushes the ravenwood handle of their picnic basket, "H-hello. I am the Liar."

Esei gives Reyqae a solemn, subtle nod.

You tell the Liar, "Do not worry - Reyqae is extra-friend-shaped! Is very kind."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at the box, then back to Lief, squinting. "Should open it now?"

Esei exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from their lungs.

Reyqae sniffles softly.

Curiously, Nao D'Varden, Lost in Flame asks Kalaneya, "Was there a pin last month?"

Romaan hugs Elexia compassionately.

Dipping her head in greeting, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Romaan, "Well met, Uncle Romaan."

Esri bows respectfully to Romaan.

You see the following people here:
Kyalrhin, Tarken, Lief, Vanshi, Kalaneya, Rancoura, Alarin, Xis, Dys, Xenthos, Afollia, Norra, Reyqae, Nao, Romaan, Esei, Elexia, Esri, Gurashi.

Ulthaed Fangleaf's viridian eyes dart back and forth, attentively taking in all around him even as he stands otherwise as still as a statue.

The Liar notices Xis' entrance and seems to grow more at ease.

Elexia hugs Romaan compassionately.

Esri bows respectfully to Xis.

Quietly smiling, Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon says to you, "If you would like to."

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Grettings everyone."

Elexia smiles softly and folds her hands, the faeling hover just a few feet off of the ground.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to Elexia, "I saw your mother last month."

Romaan hugs Alarin compassionately.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks back to the box, chittering softly, still standing to the Liar's right as he opens and looks at the present within.

You open a small, brightly coloured gift box.

Esei stares implacably at Elexia.

Esei stares implacably at Lief.

Your eyes bug out as you boggle in amazement.

PROBE BOX
This small box has been crafted from smooth pieces of wood and painted
with bright cheerful colours in the pattern of a rainbow. The inside has
been covered with dark purple silk and an additional ribbon of the same
colour and type of fabric has been used to close the box with a very
big, bouncy bow.
It has 23 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 2 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon.
A small, brightly coloured gift box is holding:
"package365639"               a package containing a hanging lantern of stained glass mosaics
"scroll246951"                a scroll of watercolor crocus flowers
"letter349283"                a jolly letter of Solstice tidings

Elexia tilts her head as her pointed ears twitch with interest. "I have seen her here and there, but ah, it has been a season indeed. Is she well?" she asks Romaan.

Esei gives Romaan the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon whispers to you, "The letter first."

Elexia looks up at Esei curiously.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to Elexia, "She is."

You have emoted: Gurashi nods quickly, glancing up at Lief before digging through the box.

Esei shakes their head at Elexia.

Romaan greets the Liar with a sincere smile.

Elexia smiles softly at Romaan, nodding in apparent satisfaction at the answer.

Lief drifts away from you, winging about the Liar, smiling at them with warmth. "Hello, friend. The poppy you gave me was absolutely beautiful."

You read what is written on a jolly letter of Solstice tidings:
Happy Solstice, my dear friend Gurashi,
I really hope you enjoy both of the gifts I've enclosed. While many
different beautiful colors are used in the lantern, you will find the
purple allows light through in the clearest and loveliest way - I don't
think that you will be disappointed by it if you hang it in your home.
Remember the scroll has two sides - the back has the music to play along
if you'd ever like to! I promise this song will not find its way on
stage or into the library unless you let me know it's okay - and you
need to let me know first. I won't ask, since it's your gift, and I hope
you treasure it.
[[A lot of scribbling and cross-hatching blocks out some writing.]] I
have been thinking a lot on Nocht. The more I think, the more I wonder
why He didn't just heal Himself when He had the Eye. [[More ink blots
and stains scratch out other words here, too.]]
I don't know if He feels anything but hatred for my Lady, but I do not
think She hates Him. I think it's very complicated, even more
complicated than we mortals and our hearts can ever imagine. But I don't
think She hates Him.
With great affection,
Your Secret Solstice Gift Giver

Esei exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from their lungs.

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Her eyebrows raising, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Romaan, "Oh, oh Uncle! Congratulations on your wedding!"

You put a jolly letter of Solstice tidings into a small, brightly coloured gift box.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "What next??"

Lief tells you, "Whatever you prefer!"

The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives.
Bowing deeply, and a bit unstably, Ironbeard the Magnanimous pronounces his blessing, "A gift for Reyqae. Oh yes!" <-- IT STARTS. BUCKLE UP KIDS BECAUSE IT ONLY GET WORSE *laughing*

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to Elexia, "Why thank you!"

The Liar smiles at Lief and says, "I am sorry if it fell apart. The flowers here do not last very long once you cut them off, I found out!"

Esei blinks.

Esei stares implacably at Ironbeard the Magnanimous.

Kyalrhin tugs urgently on Ironbeard the Magnanimous's sleeve.

You have emoted: Gurashi chitters softly to himsef as he tucks the letter away, hesitating.

Kalaneya ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Nao chews on their lip, deep in thought.

Esei pats Kyalrhin in a friendly manner.

Kyalrhin flops down onto the ground.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to the Liar, "Well met. I am Sir Romaan."

Norra ponders the Liar thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

You take a scroll of watercolor crocus flowers from a small, brightly coloured gift box.

<-- Ironbeard

**read the scroll/song, which will keep private until am sure can post it... *ugly crying over it tho* **

The Liar exclaims to Romaan, "It's nice to meet you, Mister Sir! I am the Liar!"

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says to Nao, "We remember you being present, yes."

Lief nods her antlered head toward the Liar, her gray eyes twinkling. "Fleeting but beautiful. I treasure the memory always."

<-- Ironbeard...

Romaan congratulates Elexia with some wild clapping.

A deep glower overtakes Ulthaed Fangleaf's features as he watches the sudden onslaught of gift-giving.

Nao offers Kalaneya another soft smile.

Reyqae glances askance.

Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon whispers to Ironbeard the Magnanimous, "It is okay if you'd like to stay."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Kalaneya, "Thank you."

Nao D'Varden, Lost in Flame says to Kalaneya, "Thank you."

<-- Ironbeard....

Esei stares implacably at Ironbeard the Magnanimous.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Of course."

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to Esei, "It is a family thing."

Ironbeard the Magnanimous exclaims, "Ho ho ho! I can't stay, but there were so many of you here, I couldn't resist!" <-- AHHHHH LMAO

<-- Ironbeard!!!

The corners of Lief's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

You have emoted: Gurashi seems a bit lost to those present as he reads the scroll from within his gift, antennae twitching.

Elexia beams broadly at Ironbeard the Magnanimous.

Esei smirks.

Dipping her head, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Very kind of you, Good Dwarf."

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia laughingly says, "Even Ironbeard can't help it!"

Romaan grins and nods at Ironbeard the Magnanimous.

<-- IRONBEEEEAAAARRRRRD

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "We might be a little dwarfed for a few moments i'm afraid...."

Esei blinks.

Norra says to the Liar, "So you're this supposed Liar I heard so much about. You were imprisoned somewhere or something, right?"

Grinning wildly, Ironbeard the Magnanimous says, "Why, am I interrupting?"

Esei shifts their eyes suspiciously from side to side.

<-- FE Beard!!!

Laughing deeply, Ironbeard the Magnanimous proclaims, "Merry Solstice, Kalaneya!"

Nao chews on their lip, deep in thought.

Opening her mouth wide, Reyqae gapes in wonder at Ironbeard the Magnanimous.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rancoura's lips as she glances at Ironbeard the Magnanimous.

Kalaneya chuckles softly with a throaty growl.

Alarin gives Ironbeard the Magnanimous a respectful salute.

Esei stares blankly into space.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "And there he goes."

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to the Liar, "It is indeed my pleasure to finally meet you."

With a clear baritone voice, Alarin, Cleric of the Starlit Dawn says, "...he skipped me."

The Liar blinks and takes a careful step back from Norra, grinning awkwardly and blushing a faint red beneath their fur as they say, "I uh...I d-don't know...aren't the cookies here nice? Friend Gurashi, have you shared more of your baskets and cookies?"

You give a powdery cookie shaped like a snowball to Norra.

Reyqae's ears perk up as her attention turns towards the Liar.

Gently rolling up the scroll, you say to Norra, "Tadaaaa."

You play a minor third on a subtle violin of dark hues and direct the soothing notes towards a thorn beast.
A thorn beast cocks his head at you and listens intently to the tone.

Norra says to you, "Thanks, Gurashi!"

"Shh!" you say to a thorn beast, putting a finger to your lips.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to the Liar, "Cookies!"

Norra consumes a powdery cookie shaped like a snowball leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

The Drums of the Dead begin to thump, their pounding and erratic beats raising a black mist that hangs eerily over the Glomdoring Forest.

Lief winces in pain.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Please do not mind the local flora, are also excited to have so many peoples here."

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Cookies?"

You give a powdery cookie shaped like a snowball to Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening.

You beam broadly at the Liar.

Tridemon peers about himself unscrupulously.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "...please do not mind the thornbeasts."

Esri thanks you profusely.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "It is their way of giving us warm hugs, we believe."

Dys grins, a flash of white teeth visible for a moment within the shadows of her hood.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "The spirit of the season, and all that."

Esei nods solemnly.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks over to Lief, then back to the box, closing it once more.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Is beautiful."

Though pacified, the thornbeast continues to wriggle menacingly to one side. <-- AHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHA

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "As well as attempting to prepare their suppers."

Esei pats a thorn beast in a friendly manner.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard sniffs a thorn beast, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.

The Liar nods their head and stuffs another cookie into their mouth, suddenly too busy chewing to continue speaking.

A vague smile crosses Rancoura's pale lips as she gazes after the thornbeast.

You have emoted: Gurashi throws a look at the nearby thornbeast, tapping his violin in an intimidating gesture.

Lief tells you, "I am so glad that you like it! I really and truly am."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to a thorn beast, "Behave."

A thorn beast melts softly back into the foliage.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says to Rancoura, "Sometimes love hurts, Lady Haruspex."

Kalaneya smiles wryly as her golden eyes glint with amusement.

Rancoura's violet-lazuline eyes glint with a rare amusement.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Loved it."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Was wonderful."

After offering you a warm smile, Lief drifts closer to Elexia, sharing a quiet look with her.

Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted says, "Love is a lie."

Alarin mutters discontentedly.

"Tsk, tsk," Reyqae says to Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted as she waggles a finger at him.

Esei stares implacably at Alarin.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted, "That's not true."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to the Liar, "Would you like a sea lion?"

Reyqae waggles a finger warningly and says, "Tut tut."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Am sorry was so chaotic for a moment! Are many peoples."

With a clear baritone voice, Alarin, Cleric of the Starlit Dawn says, "I didn't say that. HE did!"

Lief tells you, "It is okay!"

Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Reyqae beams broadly at Bizirik, the leothin.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Reyqae. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Reyqae giggles happily.

The corners of Esri's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

You have emoted: Gurashi leans forward, peering at Tridemon from beyond the Liar.

The Liar blinks and points to themselves with a cookie-impaled claw, spitting out a few crumbs as they ask, "M-me?"

Lief tells you, "I was...sad to hear the nymph screaming over it all. Did nobody else hear it?"

Esri nods his head at the Liar.

Rancoura tells you, "Shall we be stoking the fire here?"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "I like you."

The Liar gulps down the mouthful and then asks quietly, "W-what is a sea lion?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Fire?"

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "A cute marine animal."

Esei stares implacably at Tridemon.

Tridemon pats a blubbery sea lion pup in a friendly manner.

Xenthos takes some wood and lights it with a jar of ravenous shadowfire, causing it to erupt into a soothing fire.

Xenthos tells you, "There you are."

Xenthos pats a roaring campfire in a friendly manner.
The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted says, ""Cute" is questionable."

The Liar says, "Marine...?"

Lief's eyes meet a wood nymph bound in shadows's gaze when they lift, her brow knit together with quiet sorrow.

Gently, you say to Tridemon, "Maybe can give to after the party, yes.."

You play a minor third on a subtle violin of dark hues and direct the soothing notes towards a thorn beast.
A thorn beast cocks his head at you and listens intently to the tone.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "From the sea."

A subtle shifting of the shadows draws your eyes to the evanescent form of Nivn'falsia, the ephemeral umbravian, whose lazuline eyes gaze at you contemplatively from the darkness.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to the Liar, "Rather less intimidating than their names suggest, if I recall."

Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted says, "Delicious? Certainly."

"Shh!" you say to a thorn beast, putting a finger to your lips.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "This sea lion is... round and kind of jiggly."

Their lips curling up at the corners with predatory intent, Esei flashes Lief a decidedly feral grin.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted, "Don't you dare!"

Kalaneya nods her head at the Liar.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says to the Liar, "Very true. Rather cute, we believe."

Esei narrows their eyes at Lief in an unnerving manner.

With a clear baritone voice, Alarin, Cleric of the Starlit Dawn says to Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted, "Pink bows. Frilly pink dress."

Tilting their head curiously, the Liar says, "Uh...maybe? I don't know if it comes from water that it will like living in the desert. Or in the Shifting City."

Esei turns their back on Lief and pointedly ignores her.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "It really is cute though!"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "The jiggliest!"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life whispers, "Except for squids, they're more jiggly."

The Liar says, "But...wuldn't it be bad if it couldn't get water because of where I lived? I don't want to hurt it..."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Well, if it doesn't like it, it's perfectly capable of leaving within a month. But if it does like it, I'm sure that the Shofet would be happy to help it stay."

You have emoted: Gurashi slowly looks over towards Rancoura, beyond the fire now roaring at the center of the clearing.

You see the following people here:
Nao, Xis, Lief, Kalaneya, Alarin, Romaan, Dys, Rancoura, Tridemon, Tarken, Esri, Esei, Xenthos, Vanshi, Kyalrhin, Afollia, Norra, Elexia, Reyqae, Gurashi.

Tridemon pats a blubbery sea lion pup in a friendly manner.

You lay out a spread of your finest cuisine and delicacies before your guests. Enjoying the food yourself, you delight even more at the sight of everyone indulging themselves in this epicurian feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but enhances your body as well.

Rancoura tells you, "Shall we begin the raffle draw?"

You nod your head sagely at Rancoura.

You beam broadly.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says to Tridemon, "Would you say perhaps it has the spirit of an explorer? It does seem adventurous."

You play a minor third on a subtle violin of dark hues and direct the soothing notes towards a thorn beast.
A thorn beast cocks his head at you and listens intently to the tone.

Esei pats a thorn beast in a friendly manner.

You beam broadly at a thorn beast.

Norra says to the Liar, "The Shifting City? You live there?"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to the Liar, "You could make a little house-pond for it!"

The Liar says, "I uh...maybe at the end of the party? I would hate to hurt the little squishy thing through the rest of the party."

Lief clasps her hands together over her white-robed lap, quietly gazing about her surroundings, studying the people gathered here, the wyrd about her and the campfire casting its fiery light about. Her gray eyes freeze in place when they rest upon Rancoura, focusing where your attention has fallen.

Elexia wipes her mouth with a cloth, bowing her head to you. "Thank you for the meal," she chimes softly.
The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

The Liar says to Norra, "Soon I will! Once the Shofet finds me a place."

You beam broadly at Elexia.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to Tridemon, "Can I hold it while we wait?"

Reyqae looks at Tridemon hopefully.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances back towards the Liar, mandibles clicking happily before gazing out over those gathered, scanning the entrances hopefully.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Reyqae, "Sure. I actually have two of them..."

Tridemon pets a blubbery sea lion pup ingratiatingly.

Reyqae beams broadly at Tridemon.

Reyqae shouts out a happy "Yay!"

Reyqae snuggles up close to a blubbery sea lion pup, looking happy and content.

The campfire dies down some and smolders more heavily.
The warmth of the merry campfire drains away your tensions and worries.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "How do we fix the fire??"

Xenthos tells you, "I just need to stoke it every so often."

Xenthos stokes the campfire and adds another piece of wood to the flame.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Oh!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Many thank yous!"

Norra says, "It's a nice place. Very interesting to visit. Gurashi, you have any more cookies?"

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to the Liar, "Be sure to tell me if you think of a good name for a sealion during the party!"

You have emoted: Gurashi waves his hands jazzily.

Sensing the regard, Rancoura's shadowflamed, jeweled eyes turn to Lief. The Wyrden Haruspex returns her gaze, her pale visage utterly stoic even as the shades of her irises darken noticeably. The tense moment soon ends, however, as the demidivine turns her attention to other guests.

Ulthaed Fangleaf stares implacably at you.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to Tridemon, "Flipper."

The Liar smiles softly and nods at Tridemon before reaching back into their basket, very intently shuffling within its contents.

Norra says to you, "Thanks! Our city's cook fell asleep some time ago. I ended up losing so much weight."

A thorn beast twists its vines, long tendrils sliding past each other as the creature stretches.

Esei stares implacably at a thorn beast.

Norra consumes a powdery cookie shaped like a snowball leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Esei raises an eyebrow at a thorn beast.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening whispers to you, "Do you have and more cookies."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to Romaan, "Flan."

Elexia places a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. The anxiety of her expression slowly melts away. Her smile becomes firmer, brighter as she chimes more resolutely, "Your cooking, Gurashi, is always a delight. And the Wood... I've never had the opportunity to see it from within. It's... so very different." She nods thoughtfully.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Romaan, "That feels like a dolphin name."

With a clear baritone voice, Alarin, Cleric of the Starlit Dawn says, "Thankfully my mother is a cook or I would probably starve too."

You tell the Liar, "Tridemon is big pranker. Is O-K! Will not really make you keep a seal lion unless decide want one."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Reyqae, "When the thornbeast comes back, give it pancakes."

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening whispers to you, "Do you have and more cookies."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Elexia, "Different, perhaps, but vibrant as you can see."

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up, chittering excitedly at the compliments. "Oh! Am so very grateful!" He chirps in Elexia's direction. "Hope that like - know is uh, different from your woods, but, is beautiful!" He waves his hand to the dark, gnarly trees above. "Is like web!"

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "I have this."

Norra says, "We had pancakes!?"

Looking between her and Lief, you say to Elexia, "Am glad could finally see for self, even though is teeny tiny piece of it."

Lief continues to stare at Rancoura. The springtime blossoms about her antlers begin to shift and change despite her own unchanging expression - pale florals bleeding into angry reds. And then she remembers to breathe, and she shakes herself away from staring as well.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to Norra, "I guess we missed that?"

Looking slightly worried at the situation, Reyqae quickly hides behind Tridemon.

Tridemon ponders a thorn beast thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

With a clear baritone voice, Alarin, Cleric of the Starlit Dawn says to Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted, "No you don't. You ate them all."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "I can get more if you give me a minute."

Reyqae shuffles her feet uneasily.

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly catches Ulthaed Fangleaf's stare, blinking once.

His lips curling up at the corners with predatory intent, Ulthaed Fangleaf flashes you a decidedly feral grin.

Beads of sweat break out on your face.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says to you, "Why are those two staring each other down? Lief didn't even bring the peacock."

Kyalrhin slumps down dejectedly.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rancoura's lips as she glances at Kyalrhin.

A wry smile spreads across Esei's face.

Esei pats you in a friendly manner.

Rancoura moves to the edge of the fire, shadows chasing away the the light of the flames that attempts to illuminate her adumbration-cloaked form. A soft clearing of her throat accompanies a raised hand as she gazes over the gathering, calling for silence.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tridemon, "Please do not try to train our thornbeasts..."

You nod your head emphatically.

You have emoted: Gurashi clears his throat, trailing off into silence and folding his hands before him as he looks to Rancoura.

Evette smiles softly.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Ah, quiet down folks, quiet down."

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted, "I'll fight you!"

"Shh!" you say to Reyqae, putting a finger to your lips.

Esri shakes his head at Tridemon.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says to Kyalrhin, "I'm afraid that is simply a mystery hidden in the Night...."

The Liar tilts their head curiously towards Rancoura, paw pausing mid-cookie-snag.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Ulthaed Fangleaf, "Would that perhaps be more to your tastes than a pastry?"

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "Er."

Kalaneya turns her attention to Rancoura, listening carefully.

The pointed tips of Esei's ears twitch as they tries to listen closely to Rancoura.

Reyqae blinks incredulously at you.

Whispering, you say, "Shhhhh..."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Came out so mean, am sorry!!"

Reyqae tells you, "What did I do?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life, "Oh! Nothing! Was talking while Lady Rancoura was talking, it is O-K! It is O-K, realized sounded liek was yelling at."

Comprehension flashes across Reyqae's face.

Reyqae beams broadly at you.

Reyqae tells you, "It's okay! As long as I'm not in trouble again!"

Reyqae flits about happily.

Nao turns their attention to Rancoura, their head tilting to the side.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Rancoura.

Elexia blinks in surprise as she accepts the bat ring of insidious shadows from Esei. Like with the pin before, she considers its workmanship with a keen eye before nodding in satisfaction. "Another lovely piece," she admires, flashing Esei a calm smile. Out of the corner of her eye, she watches Lief, and the tension returns to her body for a moment. But, she answers you all the same, "Yes, it is good to be here, to see it for myself. And these Drums... They are connected to your Harbinger's Voice, aye? Mahalla, I believe it was?'

Her soft voice easily carrying amongst you, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "We shall begin our first event, though it shall be of greater interest to those of the Glomdoring."

"Murder," Ulthaed Fangleaf asks Xenthos lightly, his eyes darting to him, "or thornbeasts?" He turns his attention then to the proceedings.

Lief reluctantly looks to Rancoura again, her hand reaching out, groping to take Elexia's arm, clearly hoping to grasp it.

Evette sways back and forth.

The Liar slides the cookie into their basket, odd-coloured eyes still focused on Rancoura.

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "Please teleport to us if you wish to join, we are still continuing."

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "And after shall be the story-telling."

(The Crux): You say, "Storytelling that allies may also participate in!"

Rancoura lowers her hand, proceeding to open a silken satchel at her side and drawing from it a number of additional, flattened satchels. To you and Kalaneya she then beckons, a graceful movement inviting them to her side.

Kyalrhin's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Evette reaches over and ruffles Reyqae's hair fondly.

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up at the gesture, antennae raising as he quickly makes his way through the crowd. He joins Rancoura near the front, chittering softly.

Her calm disposition briefly disrupted, Elexia jumps slightly as she sees Lief reach for her. A deep breath steadies her posture once more, and she grasps Lief's hand gently.

Kalaneya glides over to Rancoura, a bright smile on her face.

Norra says, "There's things in the shadows watching me. Feels a lot like Gaudiguch actually."

Reyqae snuggles up close to Evette, looking happy and content.

Dys nods her head at Norra, showing her acceptance.

Esei smirks at Norra.

Kyalrhin looks curiously at the Serenwilders, uttering, "So jumpy." She smirks smugly to herself, thinking of her escapades into the Serenwilde for salamanders.

Nodding, Dys Mzithrei says to Norra, "They can only get you if you think about them too much."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Or not enough."

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 20th of Shanthin, 548 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 3 days until the New Moon

Dys nods her head sagely at Tridemon.

You have emoted: Gurashi once again quickly scans the crowd before quickly holding his focus on Rancoura.

Afollia plays tenderly with a lovely spider on her fingertips before letting it back upon her web as she gazes towards Kyalrhin " Can't imagine why... ".

With a look of shock on her face, Norra says to Dys, "They're reading my thoughts!? I knew it!"

Lief squeezes Elexia's hand - her own grasp is shaky for the slimmest of moments before it steadies, and she calms. Crimson petals bleed from their perch within her antlers, dissipating into motes of essence before they can touch anything - not the foliage, not others, not even her own shoulders.

Unfolding each satchel one by one, their contents evidently quite small and light, Rancoura nods to her companions as they near. "It is time to draw for our raffle contest," she whispers. "Five prizes are there to be won, and thus five names to be drawn." Smoothing out the first of the large pouches, she offers it to you.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "To begin, the drawing for the Jeweller's Hammer."

Rancoura gives a soft black leather satchel to you.

Kyalrhin's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Evette's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Rancoura tells you, "Merely choose a piece of paper from within."

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks as he is handed the pouch, blinking. He looks to the satchel, then back to Rancoura, squinting before flipping open the top.

You have emoted: Gurashi stuffs his hand deep into the bag, narrowly avoiding spilling bits of paper before pulling out the final result.

You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
Evette

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Want me to read it??"

Rancoura nods her head at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at the paper, squinting, before perking up and saying aloud, "Miss Evette!"

Evette beams broadly.

You see the following people here:
Kalaneya, Tridemon, Xis, Vanshi, Romaan, Nao, Alarin, Kyalrhin, Tarken, Razhril, Lief, Dys, Rancoura, Xenthos, Evette, Afollia, Norra, Reyqae, Elexia, Esei, Esri, Gurashi.

Romaan shouts out a happy "Yay!"

You beam broadly.

Rancoura bows her head slightly to Evette in congratulations.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Oh nice, she really needs the hammer."

Romaan claps his hands together merrily.

Rancoura tells you, "And return the satchel to me, if you would?"

You give a soft black leather satchel to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel.

Evette flashes Kyalrhin a joyous smile.

Esri flashes Evette a joyous smile.

Tarken says, "The scourge can always use a hammer, no doubt."

Reyqae congratulates Evette with some wild clapping.

You have emoted: Gurashi passes the bag back over, chittering happily before placing his hands on his hips, a job well done.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to a crumbling loamadore, "What do you think? Is that thornbeast trainable?"

You stare implacably at Tridemon.

Reyqae gives a wobbly pancake kabob to Norra.

Evette grins mischievously at Tarken.

Esei stares implacably at Tridemon.

Reyqae gives a wobbly pancake kabob to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters.

Accepting the satchel and folding it once more before returning it to the pouch at her side, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Prizes shall be distributed once the drawing is complete, as there may be further details to discuss."

Showing that she understands, Evette nods her head slowly.

Separating another satchel from the rest before offering it to Kalaneya, Rancoura whispers, "Our second drawing, for the Gloves of Harvesting. Ma'lanas Runia, if you would?"

Argent moonlight pierces the blue glow of the Flame of dae'Seren upon Elexia, enshrouding her momentarily in a silver mantle.

Ulthaed Fangleaf's eyes flicker abruptly to Elexia, eyeing her Flame with intense scrutiny.

Dys smiles beneath her hood as she nods thanks to her hosts and slips out quietly.

Kalaneya accepts the small satchel from Rancoura with a slight bow. She shakes the little bag around one extra time before picking out a piece of paper.

You see the following people here:
Xis, Lief, Romaan, Tarken, Tridemon, Kyalrhin, Vanshi, Alarin, Xenthos, Evette, Rancoura, Razhril, Elexia, Esei, Esri, Kalaneya, Afollia, Norra, Reyqae, Gurashi.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Dys Mzithrei, "Many thank yous for coming!!!"

Caressing your ear, the voice of Dys whispers, "Thank you! The pin and food are lovely. Sorry I couldn't stay longer."

Kalaneya takes a torn piece of notepad paper from a soft black leather satchel.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "M-Miss Lief! Know must be pretty scary being here, but, are A-O-K! Am so glad that came."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Can tell Elexia that! Am glad are here!"

Kalaneya unfurls the piece of paper and read it, a grin overcoming her expression. "Tylwyth!" she exclaims.

Evette cheers wildly!

Esri shouts out a happy "Yay!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Congratulations."

Romaan shouts out a happy "Yay!"

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

"Oh?" Reyqae exclaims quizzically.

Reyqae claps her hands together merrily.

As the silver glow momentarily envelops Elexia with its light, her eyes catch Ulthaed Fangleaf's withering stare. She considers him carefully, an ancestral spirit snaking their way behind her as she does so. She dips her head politely, firmly, to him.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "The prizes will be distributed after."

The Liar surreptitiously raises another treat to their mouth and begins to slowly crunch and chew on it, watching the drawing with the interest of someone with no idea what is going on.

Kalaneya gives a soft black leather satchel to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel.

Lief tells you, "I am glad that you are glad, Gurashi. It's..."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Intimidating."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Know, is O-K."

Gaze drifting amongst the crowd before determining Tylwyth's absence, Rancoura nods. "Well done to Master Tylwyth all the same." With that, she unfolds a third satchel, offering it to you once more.

You beam broadly.

Rancoura gives a soft black leather satchel to you.

Ulthaed Fangleaf holds Elexia's gaze for a long moment, entirely unblinkingly. Eventually he lets out a single, gruff huff of air and looks away.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Our third drawing is for the quite beneficial tattooist's needle."

You have emoted: Gurashi takes the satchel smoothly, flipping open the top and sticking his hand inside and digging around before Rancoura has even finished reading.

Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Lief tells you, "...What screams in the distance? I heard screaming. Besides the fae."

Evette hides a grin behind her hand.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Oh, uh - is... forest noises. Big cats sometimes make noises like that. Angry birds."

Kyalrhin tilts her head curiously.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Is the song of our forest!"

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "And it is here that we must remark we forgot to enter and have deep regrets."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "And the winner is.. the loamadore."

Kalaneya nods her head sagely.

Tarken smirks at Kalaneya.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to Norra, "Maybe you will have one in a moment or three."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rancoura's lips as she glances at Kalaneya.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Aww."

You have emoted: Gurashi pulls out a piece of paper, squinting at it before holding it over his head.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Kalaneya, "Perhaps we shall hold another for our next Festival."

Lief tells you, "I...see."

You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
Xenthos

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Winner is... Xenthos!"
You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a sudden chittering laugh.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Evette gives Xenthos a wild cheer!

With a flourish of his arm, Eliron bows deeply.

Kalaneya winks conspiratorially at Rancoura.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Wow, Xenthos."

Esei doffs a fearsome dark forestal great helm to Eliron.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Welcome home Minister."

Romaan utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Eliron, "Happy SOlstice!"

Rancoura nods her head at Xenthos.

With a clear baritone voice, Alarin, Cleric of the Starlit Dawn says, "I bet Xenthos already has one."
Kyalrhin's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Eliron.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares smiles and says to Xenthos, "Congratulations, though for what I cannot say."

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins asks Xenthos, "How many does this make?"

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "No... kitty..."

Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares smiles and says, "And greetings, all."

Rancoura inclines her head politely to Eliron.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I suppose not many entered that raffle."

A wry smile spreads across Xenthos's face.

Dipping her head, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Well met."

Evette grins mischievously at Xenthos.

Lief dips her antlered head briefly in greetings and recognition to Eliron.

Romaan mutters discontentedly.

Ulthaed Fangleaf inclines his head politely to Eliron.

You give a soft black leather satchel to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel.

You have emoted: Gurashi rests his hands on his hips again, looking about those gathered, almost visibly buzzing with joy.

From her station beside Rancoura, Kalaneya offers Eliron a cheerful wave in greeting.
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Sometimes hear scary noises at night, yes - is like that, only ... most of the time! Really is fine! Is lovely even!"

Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted exclaims, "Hey, I like free stuff too!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Anyway - is O-K! Are fine. All is well! Have visitors from many places so."

You think to yourself: Is not here yet...

Evette sways back and forth.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances down to his watch, then towards either entrance to the clearing, sighing softly.

Xenthos stokes the campfire and adds another piece of wood to the flame.

Evette tilts her head and listens intently to you.

Lief tells you, "I am not frightened. I am not. I am...observing. I hear these things but briefly, but others live here and hear it constantly."

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "You know dear, last I heard, being pierced by sharp object wasn't quite desirable...but i'm a bit old fashioned."

Another satchel unfolded, Rancoura presents the fourth pouch to Kalaneya, carefully detaching it from the last satchel in her grasp. "Our second to last raffle is for the Commandant's Sash," she whispers, turning to the crowd once more. "I shall note that this was the second-most contested prize, the first being the jeweller's hammer."

Elexia gives Lief's hand a gentle squeeze as her eyes close for a few moments. Her breathing is deep, steady. As she opens them, she hums a soft, barely-perceptiple tune underneath her breath.

Esei tilts their head curiously.

You tell the Liar, "How are doing, Friend? Let know if run out of foods. We had a prize thing and are getting through that before the stories and singing!"

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Ah, how suspenseful."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Rancoura.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard stares hopefully at the satchel.

Kalaneya smiles wryly as her golden eyes glint with amusement.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh my! Who shall win!"

With a clear baritone voice, Alarin, Cleric of the Starlit Dawn says, "I am a tattooist. A lazy one, but one nonetheless!"

The Liar tells you, "I have no idea what is happening, so I am just watching and having fun seeing other people be happy!"

Kalaneya accepts the small satchel from Rancoura with a slight bow. She shakes the little bag around one extra time before picking out a piece of paper.

Reyqae tilts her head curiously.

You tell the Liar, "Is very nice feeling isn't it?"

Kyalrhin blinks incredulously at Ilistala, an enormous leopard.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at the Liar, grinning wide, mandibles clicking.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard steps forward to the satchel, sniffing at it with her nose, and then stares at the paper expectantly.

Kalaneya takes a torn piece of notepad paper from a soft black leather satchel.

The Liar tells you, "Oh yes. There are too many people to watch everything, so it is nice that everyone is looking at the same place."

You tell the Liar, "Know what mean!!"

You tell the Liar, "As long as are having fun! Is most important thing."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "I forgot Ilistala bought a ticket too."

Delicately brushing the fur atop Ilistala's head, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "She did indeed."

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose says to Kyalrhin, "Me too."

Evette reaches over and ruffles Ilistala, an enormous leopard's hair fondly.
A loud rumbling emanates from Ilistala as she rubs against Evette.

Kalaneya edges away slightly from Ilistala with a nervous laugh as she announces the winner, "Sikris! Who is not Ilistala, so we hope this does not ruin our relationship, no."

Evette cheers wildly!

Ilistala, an enormous leopard looks horribly disappointed for a moment, before circling back to Xenthos and settling down at his feet. Then she dismisses the proceedings and begins to groom a paw.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Is its own form of musics... if think about it."

You beam broadly.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "...Ilistalaaaaa."

Kalaneya gives a soft black leather satchel to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel.

Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Congratulations Sikris."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Ilistala, an enormous leopard, "Is O-K. Will buy you sash that can chew on -whenever- want."

Esri's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

A wry smile spreads across Evette's face.

Reyqae flashes you a joyous smile.

You think to yourself: Musics...

You think to yourself: Really is.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Ilistala, an enormous leopard, "Alas, beautiful one. Perhaps your fortune shall turn in the future."

A subtle shifting of the shadows draws your eyes to the evanescent form of Nivn'falsia, the ephemeral umbravian, whose lazuline eyes gaze at you contemplatively from the darkness.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles, petting Ilistala, an enormous leopard reassuringly atop her soft head.
Esri hugs himself compassionately.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Well done to Lady Sikris all the same."

You nod your head at Rancoura.

Esri hugs Ilistala, an enormous leopard compassionately.
A loud rumbling emanates from Ilistala as she rubs against Esri.

Kyalrhin pets Ilistala, an enormous leopard ingratiatingly.
A loud rumbling emanates from Ilistala as she rubs against Kyalrhin.

You think to yourself: Wowee!

You think to yourself: Are so many people! Woweee!!!

You see the following people here:
Xis, Tridemon, Lief, Xenthos, Kalaneya, Vanshi, Evette, Razhril, Tarken, Rancoura, Romaan, Kyalrhin, Afollia, Norra, Alarin, Reyqae, Elexia, Esri, Eliron, Esei, Gurashi.

You think to yourself: Oh - don't forget to herofete after this - oh! Don't forget to make sure everyone has a basket! OH.

You think to yourself: DID GET ONE TO XIS.

Reyqae pets Bizirik, the leothin ingratiatingly.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at Reyqae. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Dusan, the coruscant stares implacably about himself.

Lief tells you, "It is. It is music, and..." Hesitation. In the flesh, you might see her subtly steadying herself, breathing slowly. "...It is important to listen to the Perspective behind music wrought. I mean - to hear its meaning."

Rancoura unfurls the last of the satchels, but does not offer it to you quite yet. "Our last drawing is for a Great Rune of Demesnes," she whispers, grasping the pouch lightly. "An artifact which shall benefit not only the individual, but the Glomdoring and the Crux as a whole."

Tridemon begins to wield a wobbly pancake kabob in his left hand.

Tridemon tosses a wobbly pancake kabob to a thorn beast, and he catches it nimbly.

"Ahah!" Tridemon exclaims triumphantly.

Rancoura gives a soft black leather satchel to you.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Rancoura.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to you, "If you would, Master Gurashi."

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up, doing his best to look as important as he can before he digs through the satchel for the final winner.

You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
Hani

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Aaaaaaaaaaand..."

You have emoted: Gurashi squints at the name, confused. "...iiiinah? What?"

Kyalrhin tilts her head curiously.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at the paper, then flips it around, letting out a soft 'oh'. "Hani!"

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Oh! He is one that could really use it."

Rancoura's violet-lazuline eyes glint with a rare amusement.

Evette cheers wildly!

You give a soft black leather satchel to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel.

You beam broadly at Rancoura.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Reyqae, "The thornbeast now has pancakes."

You have emoted: Gurashi crosses his hands over his chest, looking delighted, albeit embarrassed.

Thaldorn, the Thorn-Fisted says to a thorn beast, "Hand them over."

Kyalrhin pats you in a friendly manner.

Softly again, you say, "Oh."

Reyqae nods her head sagely at Tridemon.

You shake your head.

Stowing the last satchel away, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Well done to Master Hani as well. So concludes our Solstice Festival Raffle -- and our gratitude to all who participated. Proceeds shall, of course, be donated to the commune."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks back to Rancoura, beaming broadly.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to Tridemon, "I think it seemed happy about it."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says to Evette, "That won't quench this hunger for knowledge!"

Bizirik, the leothin yawns noisily, a letting loose a melodic little yowl as it does so before looking at those gathered who might give it attention.

Reyqae's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Lief gazes skyward, brow furrowing quietly. The distraction is brief; she returns her attention quickly to her surroundings, squeezing Elexia's hand as she does.

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose frowns and says to Kyalrhin, "I know."

The Liar's eyes perk up and they clap their paws together with a happy smile. "Good job, everyone!"

You have emoted: Gurashi joins in the Liar's congratulating, clapping as well. "Yeah! Many thank yous for entering!"

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to the Liar, "I can stand here with the best of them."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Mhm, well done on winning your prizes!"

Romaan nods his head sagely at the Liar.

Reyqae snuggles up close to a blubbery sea lion pup, looking happy and content.

Ulthaed Fangleaf brings his freehand onto the hand clasping his journal. It is possible that this single movement is applause. It is also very possible that it is mere coincidence.

Dusan, the coruscant sniffs you, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from you is.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "I need a cookie."

Bizirik, the leothin stretches, then makes its way over to those gathered from Serenwilde, dropping before both faeling and staring up with an eager, blank expression.

You give a powdery cookie shaped like a snowball to Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening.

Reyqae busies herself trying to introduce a blubbery sea lion pup to a playful desert fennec fox.

Rancoura's attention shifts to you, a thoughtfulness in her gaze.

Bizirik, the leothin snorts at Lief.

Dusan, the coruscant licks you.

Rancoura tells you, "Shall I call for the stories, or do we wish to allow a spot of socializing?"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down at the coruscant that licks him, confusion on his face. "Oh, uh," He shies away awkwardly, "Hello, there, Esei's new friend."

Kyalrhin stares implacably at Dusan, the coruscant.

Dusan, the coruscant tilts his head curiously.

"I'm sorry," Lief murmurs to Bizirik, the leothin, a flicker of a smile softening her features. "Duethielle couldn't make this event this time."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Can let people relax for a bit, think!"

As she nods slowly in your direction, you realize Rancoura understands.

Elexia catches Bizirik, the leothin's gaze and offers him a familiar smile as she dips her head.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to a thorn beast, "Were you the one that got pancakes, or was it the other one?"

Bizirik, the leothin lets out a dramatic little sigh, resting its head on the ground, tail slapping the earth once.

Elexia smiles softly at Bizirik, the leothin.
With utter indifference, Bizirik, the leothin cranes its head back, grooming and scratching at its ears with its smaller set of secondary paws before returning to its usual stillness.

Hearing Lief's remark, the Liar attempts - and fails - to subtly whisper, "It's okay, because Binky couldn't neither!"

Reyqae tosses a wobbly pancake kabob to a thorn beast, and he catches it nimbly.

Dusan, the coruscant stares implacably at Reyqae.

Reyqae cheers wildly!

Evette grins mischievously at Reyqae.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances towards Lief as well, before returning to focus on those gathered. His smile returns quickly, chirping at the Liar.

Dusan, the coruscant sniffs Reyqae, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from her is.

Faintly buzzing, you say to the Liar, "Is O-K, because look at how many peoples are here now."

You have emoted: Gurashi gestures at those gathered, looking up at the Liar. "Makes so very happy to see. Are peoples from -four- different places, can believe?"

Rancoura distances herself from the fire, drifting betwixt various individuals before settling herself near the base of the Drums, contemplating them for a moment before she turns to observe the various goings-on.

A thorn beast looks away as if confused, though bits of pancake are obviously visible within the twisted thorns of its body.

The Liar nods their head affirmatively, smiling happily as they turn to let their gaze wander along the many people gathered here.

Esei smirks.

(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "YES."
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "THORNBEAST."
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "THORNBEEEEAASSSTTTTT."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "The thornbeast is now full of pancake."

Lief flashes a rare smile at Elexia. Releasing her hand, she dips down to offer her other to Bizirik, the leothin.

Reyqae grins mischievously at a thorn beast.

Norra says, "We got northerners visiting too? That's unexpected."

Bizirik, the leothin thrums softly at the affection, yawning again.

Nodding to Rancoura, Kalaneya and you, Ulthaed Fangleaf begins the slow and exceedingly laborious process of making his way deeper into the forest.

With excrutiating caution, Ulthaed Fangleaf hobbles southeast.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Norra, "Those who are not enemies of the Glomdoring were invited."

Dusan, the coruscant buries his head in Reyqae's side, apparently begging for treats.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Ah!"

Reyqae giggles happily.

You peer about yourself unscrupulously.

Reyqae gives Dusan, the coruscant a friendly cuddle.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says, "Hi I'm Rey!"

Raising a hand in greeting, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to Norra, "Aye, at least a couple of us! I hail from the Serenwilde."

Evette closes her eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of her surroundings.

Lief gently strokes Bizirik, the leothin's head, listening to her quietly.

You give a jolly tae'dae cookie filled with honey to the Liar.

Faintly buzzing, you say to the Liar, "Here."

The Liar beams broadly.

The foliage rustles to the southwest, as a mass of brambles and thorns tumbles into the room.

Archon Reyqae Indara, Defender of Life says to Dusan, the coruscant, "You look like you would like the squid but I gave it to Gurashi but I can get you one next time!"

Norra says to Elexia, "Oh, hey, did you know that Feyr fellow? He doesn't seem to wake anymore."

Dusan, the coruscant tilts his head curiously at Reyqae.

The Liar digs into yet another cookie, humming a tuneless melody to themself as they chow down.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to a thorn beast, "Will you be coming for the song contest?"

Elexia returns Norra's considering gaze, tilting her head inquisitively. "Ah, yes," she chimes with a nod. "He drifted away for some time, although I have seen him about of late."

You peer at Tridemon unscrupulously.