Solstice in Glomdoring: Day 3, Dinner, Dancing and Tinsel

[[IMMEDIATELY after last log lol]]

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Now that Feoragan is not killing them off, the spiders can feed."

Corissai nods his head.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a soft gasp, then looks to the spiders as they begin to occupy the space where peoples once stood. "Felt bad! Was going to let them join party too..."

You have emoted: Gurashi stares down at the tarantula in its soup path thoughtfully.

Comprehension flashes across Corissai's face.

Corissai closes his eyes and tilts his head to the sky. A wave of cold floods out from him, leeching the warmth from your surroundings.

Kalaneya's head pulses briefly with an amused coppery glow.

Esei leans on you seeking consolation.

Corissai splays his hands, shutting his eyes and murmuring a chill phrase under his breath. The snowfall increases around him, swiftly building a mound of frost upon the ground from which an abominable snowman suddenly bursts, glowering darkly.

With several beats of his wings, Corissai alights upon an abominable snowman's shoulder.

A number of other smaller spiders begin to follow the tarantula in its path through the bowl of soup. Some of the smaller ones perish, but they then serve as fresh dressings for the others.

Esei blinks.

(The Shadow Kindred): Esei says, "...what."
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "Yes."

You blink.

Esei stares implacably about themself.

Corissai's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Would someone perhaps like to teach dancing while we wait? I'm afraid I could certainly use a lovely refresher course."

Elexia continues to play, the ethereal, featureless shape behind her twisting about her form as she does so. She blinks in surprise as the spiders' mad quest for soup, her violin suddenly screeching with her surprise before she corrects herself.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "I do feel we had quite a few lovely styles too."

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

You have emoted: Gurashi watches the spiders, becoming increasingly concerned. "...are other bowls of soup," It encourages to the arachnids.

A single, solitary spider moves into the adjacent bowl. <--whoever's sassy ass is responsible for this spider, you. I like you.

You chitter at Elexia with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Staring at the hungry spiders, Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "A new recipe occurs to me."

Happily, you say to Elexia, "They like my food! -Finally-!"

Esei stares implacably at a bowl of chicken and dumpling soup.

Esei picks up a bowl of chicken and dumpling soup.

Kalaneya inhales sharply, transmitting a vibrant major chord with the glassy overtones of ringing laughter.

Esei eats a bowl of chicken and dumpling soup with obvious gusto.

Afollia lays back besides a ravenwood, a smile on the lips.

Twisting her mouth in a perplexed expression, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to you, "It seems so! They've eight eyes for the sopu alone!"

Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon laughingly says, "The soup, even!"

Corissai looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Corissai leaves to the northeast.

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

Kalaneya prods a larger spider towards a chocolate peppermint cookie as if it were a safer, less watery fate.

You have emoted: Gurashi laughs at Elexia's comment, looking completely pleased. After observing the unusual spider behavior, he turns to look to Afollia. "Dance lessons...?"

You hear a rustling and turn to see Corissai emerging from the undergrowth.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "I brought them some more spidery foods."

Corissai drops a platter of stuffed wasp.

Esei stares implacably at Corissai.

With several beats of his wings, Corissai alights upon an abominable snowman's shoulder.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Corissai offer the dishes to the spiders, making his way over to Afollia and offering a shrug. "Ehm, am not like, a -great- dancer... but, have legs, and have danced a couple different times, and no one has caught on fire, so..."

Afollia lifts pleasant eyes towards Gurashi as she continues " Yes, lovely dance lessons. Perhaps even with certain styles favored over others, each movement slipping to the beat of the hungering darkness."

Esei stares implacably at you.

Offered alternatives and encouraged towards them, the spiders - joined by even more, including some translucent - begin to descend hungrily upon the other foodstuffs.

Corissai flaps his wings quickly and begins to hover in the air.

Corissai beams broadly.

Kalaneya kneels to examine the platter, then turns her face back to Corissai, her crimson glower clearly indicating displeasure.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "I'd like to lend a bit of a hand, if I can. Seems it's a bit animated." <--8000 people dying in a TQ

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "However.... the prospect of dance lessons is incredibly tempting."

Kalaneya swiftly rips a page from a rustic blackthorn notepad.

Kalaneya gives a torn piece of notepad paper to Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances towards the feasting bugs, still looking quite pleased, if not also a bit alarmed. He offers a hand to Afollia. "Know how to dance, uh, fast, and slow, and not so slow but not fast either."

With the talk of dance lessons, Elexia ends her tune for the time being. The ancestral spirit hovering about her flickers in and out of phase, before finally vanishing. She cocks her head curiously, seeming apprehensive.

Faintly buzzing, you chitter, "Elexia."

Kalaneya shakes her head discontentedly, her bark cracking, making a vague, "Tsk, tsk, tsk." sound.

Elexia looks up at you curiously.

Perking up, you ask Elexia, "Do know any dances?"

Esei rubs the thumb on the same hand as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree, apparently deep in thought.

Corissai hovers over the marching spiders, out of reach.

Corissai drops a bag of meat scraps.

With a rueful, hesistant smile, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Aye, but... I think on this occasion, perhaps it is best I follow, at least for the time being..."

You think to yourself: Are not as big as the spiders that saw last month...

You tilt your head curiously at Elexia.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Elexia, "Oh. O-K. Can also teach you the fast, the slow, and the not-fast-or-slow dances."

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk murmurs, "Oracular..."

You have emoted: Gurashi chirps, as if every problem is now solved.

Corissai tells you, "I'm so happy the little ones joined us."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd, "Yes! Have never seen so many like this!!"

You think to yourself: Are cute, though!

You think to yourself: Oh, and like the food - am so happy.

You think to yourself: Thought spiders only ate bugs... no!

You think to yourself: Spiders! Eat! Chocolate!

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says to you, "It's a little late, but do you think a big blazing bonfire would be a nice thing to have here?"

You have emoted: Gurashi beams to himself, lost in thought for a moment.

Corissai looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "If can make one - yes!"

Kalaneya gives Corissai a thumbs up.

Afollia steps forward, her footsteps pressing upon the moist forest floor. Skirting the spiders feeding ground with respect as she slips her hand within Gurashi's. Eyes gazing into the wyrden Kephera's as she entwines with her voice " Lead the way dear wyrden host...teach and I shall learn ".

Corissai carefully breaks apart a few large chunks of wood into smaller pieces, neatly piling them into a pyramid on the ground. Chanting reverentially, he lights the tinder with a soot-blackened tinderbox and you watch as a ceremonial fire crackles into life.

You chirp happily at Corissai.

Bizirik, the leothin watches the spiders with fascination, delicately stalking beside them as they feast, nostrils flaring.

Corissai closes his eyes and begins to rock ever so slightly back and forth as he hums in a deep, reverberating tone.

Geran flies up to a nearby branch to observe.

You have emoted: Gurashi nods to Afollia, then pauses, looking up. "Oh - can anyone else do the musics? Well," He pauses, regarding his lute before setting it down. "Do not need the musics. Beats are musics."

Corissai's feet tap the earth of their own accord as his eyes remain closed. He inhales slowly before settling once more, a look of peace upon his features.

Raising her bow, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "I shall provide music, whatever manner you require!"

You give a short gasp of elation.

Kalaneya nods her head at Elexia.

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses, looking up. "Uhhhh..."

You have emoted: Gurashi chirrs.

Corissai lifts his head and opens his eyes, looking slightly dazed.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "How about the Solstice classic 'Dwarf on a Mission'?"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to those gathered, shrugging. "Pick something! Am going to do the fast one first."

Faintly buzzing, you ask Corissai, "...dwarf on... a mission?"

You tilt your head curiously.

You have emoted: Gurashi takes Afollia's hand in his, chittering softly while considering the potential musical choice.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "The tune of Ironbeard. We've all heard it so many times."

Corissai nods his head sagely.

Kalaneya points to Corissai, then points to Elexia, then back again. She nods excitedly at Elexia.

Afollia turns towards Elexia as her soft voice responds " Would you have a tune that speaks to the winds, beats to the fire and rides like the heards?"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Dear me, Herds, i'm afraid I misspoke."

At first, Elexia appears confused by Corissai's suggestion. When he clarifies, her eyes alight with understanding and she nods. Then her pointed ears twitch, hearing Afollia. "I could play both, first one, then the other," she chimes with a nod as she sets her chin against the chin rest and raises bow to strings once more.

You have emoted: Gurashi pauses to look towards the entrances of the clearing, as if expecting someone, quickly dropping once he sees the barren corridor.

Without further delay, Elexia begins moving her bow across the strings in a joyous, quick motion, notes laden with Solstice merriment floating throughout the dark wood as she taps her foot so quickly she nearly hops about in place.

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up, looking to Afollia as he takes a step back. "O-K! First, have legs. Good! Need those for this dance."

You nod your head sagely at Afollia.

Kalaneya begins to tap her gnarled stone fingers against the crystals over her shoulders in time with Elexia's tune, creating a faint jingling noise, like distant bells.

Afollia eyes sparkle with delight as she takes a step back as well, her heel touching the forest floor & toes in the air. Eyes fixated on Gurashi as she replies " A lovely beginning ".

You have emoted: Gurashi guides Afollia with him, watching his feet to make sure he doesn't risk stepping on the merian. "O-K, is always going to be your right foot and am going to bring back left. Then is turn and do again, and then is a twirly thing, and--" He continues to narrate as he demonstrates, the instructions bare minimum but well meaning.

You see the following people here:
Kalaneya, Corissai, Geran, Afollia, Elexia, Esei, Esri, Gurashi.

Corissai flaps his wings quickly and begins to hover in the air.

A merry hum leaves Elexia's lips as the tune dances high, low, and all about in a cascade of upbeat notes. The faeling spins about in her place, fingers flicking for a moment to two as glamours of red and green sparks flair in the air.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd murmurs, "I'll just make sure that blizzard is still suitably arctic."

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "I hope Frost Spite comes to visit this year."

You have recognised Elexia for: It's so hard to pick someone to recognize! I've had so many great people, but Elexia coming to Glomdoring knowing she'd be the only SWer was super brave, and she's been a WONDERFUL addition to the party! Thank you!

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd, "Many thank yous!!"

You have emoted: Gurashi sweeps passed those few still gathered, weaving between Esri and the tree Geran is rested in. "And then is like, kind of bit of running a little bit," he explains, rambling on but seeming as upbeat as the tune offered.

A brilliant gold pulses through Kalaneya's form as she watches the red and green sparks arc through the air, clearly pleased with the display. She beings to whistle through her crystalline pipes in harmony with Elexia.

Afollia slips her palmed hand in Gurashi's grip as she brushes some leaves with her step. Her eyes swirling with delight as her hips move to the beat, stilling on each new instruction and adjusting her poise. Her lips part for a moment as she responds " Simply delightful ...teacher...do continue ".

Geran smiles warmly down at the dance lesson below.

You have emoted: Gurashi hums along to the music, anticipating the upcoming notes between verbal lessons. "And then, is the same thing from the beginning, only instead of doing the," He makes a small but dramatic sweep, "You step back and bow to each other, like," He finally breaks hands with Afollia, bowing.

Although the song is short, usually meant to only herald the great giving dwarf's entrance, Elexia elects to loop its end back around to the beginning. As she encore begins she furrows her brow in concentration the fingers which hold her bow twitching. She stares at a spot in front of her intently, and from the ground erupt the same sparks as before - only this time, they hold the vague shape of one of Ironbeard's gnomish helpers. The lights dance just long enough for the gnome to give a ghostly wave before they disperse in a colourful burst.

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

You give a short gasp of elation.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "How lovely, very masterfully done, k'liane."

Perking up, you exclaim to Elexia, "Wowee! How did do that!"

<-- Ironbeard! For me!!

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up to Kalaneya, chittering excitedly, as if expecting--.

Corissai utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

You give a short gasp of elation.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Hooray!"

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Thank you!"

<-- YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, YOU BETTER NOT CRY

Elexia's eyes widen as she exclaims, "The very Dwarf of the hour!"

Corissai vanishes before your eyes, scattered by the forest breeze.

You beam broadly.

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

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Elexia, "See, if play the song he comes!!"

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

A bright cobalt beam passes across Kalaneya's face as the spectral gnome appears in the grove. She slows her rhythmic tapping soften its tone as the dance reaches its end and the gnome fades away.

Elexia gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

<-- YOU BETTER NOT POUT I AM TELLING YOU WHY

Kalaneya nods her head at Elexia.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says to Ironbeard the Magnanimous, "Thank you dear."

Without ceasing her tune, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to you, "He cannot resist, certainly! Oh, your question! I have studied glamours since I was but a sapling."

Afollia quickly unwraps a crystal anniversary present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and grins enormously upon receiving a righteous bong pipe and 6 Wakabidrome Tickets. <-- giggles

Esei smirks.

Kalaneya turns toward Afollia as her face pulses briefly with an amused, coppery glow.

Afollia peers suspiciously at the offending pipe...

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up to Elexia, chittering happily. "Oh!" He pauses at the thought, "did not do the Glamours. Wanted a bat more," He confesses.

You have emoted: Gurashi wipes at his face, sniffing once and looking up.

Esei tilts their head curiously at you.

Elexia flashes you a grin reminiscent of a pixie's. "I was almost swayed to Ecology for much the same reason. But the possibilities of glamours for a performance were too much for me to ignore!" she chirps.

You have emoted: Gurashi catches Esei's stare and beams broader.

Esei raises an eyebrow at you.

You chirp happily at Elexia.

You think to yourself: Am so happy!

Faintly buzzing, you say to Elexia, "Ah - can understand."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Elexia, "Can see why would pick one over the other ... ahh, many thank yous for your music! Can't believe it worked in bringing Mister Ironbeard."
Ironbeard the Magnanimous exclaims, "No need to thaNq me! Thank the Godsh for Their gift of life!"

Corissai blinks.

You have emoted: Gurashi jumps, not realizing the dwarf is still present.

Esei smirks.

Afollia just shakes her head helplessly at a pipe, shrugs and places it in her pack to deal with later.

You have emoted: Gurashi holds very still, then laughs.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "I didn't realise you were still here, Lord Ironbeard."

Elexia gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Kalaneya inhales sharply, transmitting a vibrant major chord with the glassy overtones of ringing laughter.

Corissai tosses a crumbling labyrinth cheesecake to Ironbeard the Magnanimous, and he catches it nimbly.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Cake for all!"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "He is checking in on status of party! Everyone else left, because, of the timequaking, and the gnomes..."

Talking from his position in the branches, Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "It was certainly a unique gift."

"Am I?" Ironbeard the Magnanimous gasps in alarm, turning his right hand as if looking for a watch. In the process, he dumps the entire contents of his tankard out over a group of spiders questing for cookies. "Ack!"

You give a horrified gasp.

Feoragan arrives, following Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist.
Ilistala emerges from the shadows, curiously looking around.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at the now ale-sloshed spiders in mute horror.

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "Oh dear. Drunken spiders?"

Kalaneya covers her face with her hands, mortified.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "Oh.... that's not going to end well."

Corissai splays his hands, shutting his eyes and murmuring a chill phrase under his breath. The snowfall increases around him, swiftly building a mound of frost upon the ground from which an abominable snowman suddenly bursts, glowering darkly.

Plaintively, one of the spiders manages to pull its way out of the mess of ale and many-legged corpses.

You have emoted: Gurashi grimaces, crouching down over the spiders and examining them. "Oh, gosh, are O-K," He whispers, offering a hand to the survivor.

Esei leans down to catch the little spider.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "Feasting on soup was odd, for them, but I'm not sure how I feel about getting the spiders drunk."

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Afollia kneels gently besides the spiders extending a palmed hand for safety.

Alarmed by the sudden presence of large hands, the spider skitters away into the undergrowth.

You blink.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "Oops!"

You have emoted: Gurashi grimaces, looking to Afollia. "We scared them! Many apologies."

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

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "So it seems, poor little ones."

Bizirik, the leothin stares off in the direction Ironbeard ambled, staring longingly after the dwarf and his drink.

You see the following people here:
Kalaneya, Xenthos, Corissai, Geran, Elexia, Afollia, Esei, Esri, Feoragan, Gurashi.

Finger extended, Esei pokes Bizirik, the leothin.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to those having just returned, perking up. "How did it go?"

Esri flashes Afollia a joyous smile.

Romaan enters from the northwest, emanating an aura of immense power.

Romaan hugs Elexia compassionately.

Elexia hugs Romaan compassionately.

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

Esei pets a furry tarantula ingratiatingly.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to Elexia, "Good to see you again, too."

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to Romaan, "You seem to be many Uncle."

Feoragan stares implacably at a furry tarantula.

Esei narrows their eyes at Feoragan in an unnerving manner.

Kalaneya perks up and raises an index finger, as if a thought has just come to mind. She waves at you and strides over to you.

Kalaneya gives a torn piece of notepad paper to you.

Kalaneya nods her head at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up to Kalaneya, taking the paper and rising up slowly.

Geran raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
Gurashi, do read this for me -- "Thank you all again for coming! Today's special souvenir is a very cheerful solstice bat pin, designed by our very own Gurashi!"
Afollia ponders the situation.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh!"

Shadows part as Rancoura manifests within them, smoothing a palm down the front of her ribbon-wrapped gown. Shadowflames still flare restlessly within her gaze, but her movements are calm and steady is she rejoins the gatherings.

Elexia blinks in surprise and looks about her for the source of the speaking spider. She shakes her head to you, shrugging her shoulders in confusion.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Odd she's not awake, someone else must be amusing themselves..."

Esei bows respectfully to Rancoura.

Rancoura inclines her head politely to Esei.

Corissai bows respectfully to Rancoura.

You have emoted: Gurashi clears his throat, speaking up over the crowd. "Oh, hello! Please excuse me," He waves for attention.

Rancoura inclines her head politely to Corissai.

Afollia curtseys gracefully before Rancoura.

Esei tilts their head and listens intently to you.

Romaan tilts his head and listens intently to you.

Elexia's pointed ears perk as she turns to face you.

Rancoura inclines her head politely to those around her.

Reading aloud still, you say, "Miss Kalaneya would like you all to know that... Thank you all for coming to-day. Today's special souvenir is a special solstice bat pin, designed by our very own, Gurashi." He blinks. "Oh, that is me."

Corissai's eyes sparkle with amusement.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rancoura's lips.

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

Kyalrhin smirks.

Elexia hides a grin behind her hand.

Esei smiles wryly at you.

Kalaneya gives a torn piece of notepad paper to you.

You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
"Unfortunately, in the pursuit of his creative vision, he decided that infernobeetles were absolutely necessary and so we have a very limited stock for now! If you do not receive one now, we will make sure that you do soon!"

Taking the second piece of paper as it is handed to him, you say, "Unfortunately, in pursuit of his creative vision..."

Still reading, you say, "Has decided that inferno bettles were absolutely necessary, and so we have ...a very limited stock... for now..."

You peer at Kalaneya unscrupulously.

A wry smile spreads across Esei's face.

Kalaneya turns her featureless gaze upon you, twinkling mischievously with a conspiratorial claret glimmer.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares up at Kalaneya, squinting, before continuing to read the page. "If do not receive one now, we will make sure that you get one soon!"

You have emoted: Gurashi lowers the note, nodding.

You chirp happily at Kalaneya.

With great pomp and circumstance, Kalaneya gives a charming solstice bat pin to you.
You give a short gasp of elation.

You have emoted: Gurashi takes the pin, holding it close to his face and chittering excitedly.

You slip into a charming solstice bat pin.

LOOK PIN <-- I designed this whee!
No bigger than the average human thumb, this little metal pin has been
shaped to resemble one of the Glomdoring's great bats wearing a colorful
little scarf around its neck. Its wings are spread in flight, the
obsidian body decorated with patches of golden topaz around the belly. A
carefully laid loop of garnet forms the scarf, shining in any available
light. The back of the pin has a small metal prong attached, a little
butterfly clutch keeping the pin from coming loose and causing undue
damage.

Elexia gratefully accepts the solstice pin with a dip of her head.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia, "Please let know if one is available for Miss Elexia too!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia, "If not she can have mine!"

Kalaneya tells you, "We have provided Elexia with one! We've only 4 left, and certainly a few of our Gaudiguchian friends need one."

Squeaking ominously, Duskflower Feoragan, Splendour of Nightfall exclaims, "Thank you!"

Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "This is a lovely little thing, Gurashi."
Rancoura accepts the pin from Kalaneya with a delicate nod of gratitude, fastening it
to the scarf about her waist, next to a pin depicting an ebon rose dusted with snow.

You beam broadly.

You have emoted: Gurashi clasps his hands together happily.

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out a happy, whistling sigh. "Ahh, many thank yous!"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to Rancoura, catching note of both pins and chittering excitedly as he looks back to the lucidian. "Many thank yous Miss Kalaneya, will not request inferno beetles ever -ever- again."

You nod your head sagely at Kalaneya.

Kyalrhin ponders the situation.

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

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

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Are there other sources of obsidian?"

Relief in the form of a slow flush of orange overcomes Kalaneya as she politely inclines her head at you.

You chitter at Kalaneya with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

You see the following people here:
Xenthos, Rancoura, Romaan, Corissai, Kalaneya, Kyalrhin, Afollia, Elexia, Esri, Esei, Feoragan, Geran, Evette, Gurashi.

Utterly entranced, Romaan emits a long "Ooooh."

Evette nods her head emphatically.

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose says to Romaan, "I thought so too."

You have emoted: Gurashi plants his smaller set of his hands on his hips. "We are still awaiting return of Alary and Ashira, because were -dancing-." He gestures wildly. "But then, timequake."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "But, have been teaching dancing while all were busy!"

You have emoted: Gurashi bounces excitedly in his spot.

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 21st of Roarkian, 548 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 9 days until the New Moon

A flame-tongued savage in lustrous steel turns its attention towards you as its ears perk up in interest.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "We probably would have been fine ignoring that timequake..."

You sense the sweeping gaze of Ashira looking upon you.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says, "Credits are credits."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember, "We are ready for you!"

You have emoted: Gurashi hums softly, suddenly looking up.

Ashira tells you, "Me? For what!"

You think to yourself: Is so nice to hear forest full of music.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember, "Are you and Alary done dancing?!"

Kalaneya nods emphatically to you, pointing one finger towards you and one finger towards Afollia, then pointing both fingers at each other.

Ashira tells you, "Alary had to rest for a bit."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember, "Oh! O-K!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Ashira Ysav'rai, the Glowing Ember, "Many thank yous again for coming!"

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly gasps. "...Alary had to rest!" He says, boggling, then laughing.

Evette contemplates Romaan and wrinkles her nose in distaste.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Kalaneya, tilting his head, then perking up. "Oh, yeah, was showing Miss Afollia how to do the fast dance." He looks to Evette and Romaan, perking up. "Now is slow dance."

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Elexia looks at you and comprehension flashes across her face.

Showing that she understands, Elexia nods her head slowly.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks over to Elexia, chittering and bobbing his head.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up to Kalaneya as well, beaming.

Elexia takes up her violin once more, this time playing a slow, romantic melody as she sways slightly from side-to-side.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Rancoura purses her lips, deep in thought as she contemplates a snowflake patterned scroll.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks back at Evette and Romaan. "You two! Have had a chance to dance yet? Are -married- now." He asks excitedly.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "That sounds like a lovely idea."

Romaan smiles at Elexia as she play and he takes Evette's hands and leads her out to dance.

You nod your head at Afollia.

Evette leans her head on Romaan's shoulders, smiling softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi perks up, quickly crossing the clearing to gather his lute - now dusty with snowflakes - from its resting spot on the ground. He blows on it, brushing away any errant moisture before joining the other musician, perking up.

Esei nudges Geran suggestively.

Romaan pulls Evette close as they sway in time with the music.

Trying to sound normal, but definitely not,, you say to Afollia, "Should practice slow dancing with Mister Geran."

Elexia flashes Romaan and Evette a soft smile before closing her eyes. As she sways one way, her wings fold closed, only to open as she sways the other. The pace of her music is leisurely, rich and indulgent.

Geran flys gracefully down to beside Afollia.

Whispering loudly, you say to Afollia, "Is like fast dancing, but, isn't. Do not worry totally have instructions."

Geran nods his head at you.

You have emoted: Gurashi steps back as Geran floats down, twisting away innocently and playing on his lute with Elexia's violin.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "Not had much opportunity to practice, but... no time like the present."

Quickly, while still pretending not to pay attention, you say to Geran, "No time like present!"

You hum a happy tune.

Kalaneya sings a few low, hollow-sounding notes, adding a warmth and smoothness to the clarity of Elexia's violin melody and the muted staccato of your lute.

Afollia eyes flutter enchantingly towards her fiancee as she replies towards Gurashi " Yes I certainly should ". Turning towards Geran she replies " You'll join me won't you dearest ? Our lovely teacher shall guide our steps within the darkness ".

Evette whispers something into Romaan's ear as the two sway back and forth slowly.
Romaan whispers quietly into Evette's ear as they continue to move slowly around the area in time with the music.

Evette hides a grin behind her hand.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says to Afollia, "Of course."

A tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast waddles in, appearing very irritated at the tinsel ensnaring it.

You have emoted: Gurashi nods to Kalaneya, beaming as the lucidian's notes join the existing music. He peers through the crowd, eyes darting between duos of people suspiciously.

Rancoura raises an eyebrow at a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast.

A tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast stares implacably about himself.

Evette blinks incredulously at a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast.

LOOK BEAST
This creature appears to have been woven together from the brambles and vines of the forest - as well as strings of shimmering tinsel. It is about the size of a big cat, and the weaving of its roots and tinsel gives it the impression of four legs and a head. Sharp thorns form a serrated maw, whilst longer twigs create the impression of sharp claws. Loose tendrils are tangled up within the shimmering, unnatural threads and certainly in no state to strike or spear its enemies. Indeed, you can see bits of pancake sticking out of its thorns, the beast appearing to have settled on easier prey. Where eyes should be, a dark, black mist swirls, almost glowing with twisted energy - and tinsel.
A tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast is quite powerful.

Romaan smiles softly at Evette.

(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "LOL."
(The Shadow Kindred): Kalaneya says, "BEST TIMING."
(The Shadow Kindred): Kalaneya says, "This is almost ARF ARF ARF level."

Esei blinks.

Esei stares implacably at a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast.

Geran takes Afollia by the hand, and lead the way slightly closer towards you and waits expectantly.

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to play, startled by the sound of the thorn beast nearby. His music falters temporarily, ready to calm the beast, but stops, seeing the thorny vines behaving, resuming his tune.

Primordial Scourge Evette D'Rose says to a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast, "Want some candles too, you could look like a Solstice tree.."

Kyalrhin blinks incredulously at a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "Can... they be tamed?"

A tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast opens its mouth allowing a piece of a pancake to fall out as it notices the sudden attention upon it.

Kyalrhin ponders a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Kalaneya points at Kyalrhin, then at the thornbeast, then back and forth between them, her enthusiastic nodding clearly an encouragement.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says, "Where is Tridemon when you need more pancakes."

You have emoted: Gurashi also looks between Kyalrhin and the a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast, eyes widening more with concern than excitement.

Corissai snaps several icicles off of some low branches, and cautiously approaches the thornbeast to hang the glittering shards in the dense thicket of its form.

Afollia steps forward and gently undoes the offensive tinsel from the thorns & vines of the beast's back. " There you are dear one..."

Geran raises an eyebrow at a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast.

An exasperated sigh, loud enough to echo across the Glomdoring Forest, radiates from Dominique's voice.

Elexia opens her mouth in shock at the thorn beast's entrance, her fingers almost fumbling with the music as she gapes. When she sees that a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast means no immediate harm, she slowly closes her mouth. She no longer sways so idly and dreamily however, interest keeping a watchful gaze about her.

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to play, stepping between both the dancing couples.

Kyalrhin draws out some meat scraps from her rift, dangling it enticingly before the tinsel-snared thornbeast.

Evette nods at Romaan as she steps away from dancing. Shuffling through her pack she grabs a purple candle from it and places it snugly on a branch.

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says to a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast, "I have a lovely stable you'd quite enjoy..."

You have emoted: Gurashi glances up, blinking.

A tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast peers at Kyalrhin unscrupulously.

Xenthos lifts up a wizzer image box and points it at a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast, pulling a lever on the side of the contraption. It begins to click and whirr, and a bulb rises up from the contraption. With a bright flash, you find yourself blinded momentarily. As your vision recovers, you notice a piece of paper floating into Xenthos's hands from the machine.

Xenthos gives a sketch of a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast to you.

Kyalrhin smiles wryly at Xenthos.

Evette glides back up to Romaan and resumes dancing.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to the couples as he plays, doing his best to ignore the nearby distractions. "O-K, so, for every step that you take, partner has to take equal step back..." Another distracting sound, and he plays a sour note, grimacing.

A tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast sniffs you, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from you is.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard sniffs a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.

Kyalrhin gives a pained sigh.

Romaan slips his arms around Evette and gazes deeply into her eyes. Moving as one, they slowly move around the dance area.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to both couples apologetically, suddenly aware of the creature very near to it.

Corissai closes his eyes and tilts his head to the sky. Nothing seems to happen.
Faintly buzzing, you say to a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast, "Oh."

Faintly buzzing, you say to a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast, "Hello there."

You stare implacably at a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast.

A tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast suddenly lunges forward with a growl and sinks his teeth firmly into you.

"Eep!", Elexia screams in fright.

Dominique Nightshade steps forward from the northeast, her unseeing eyes a pool of black shadows as she moves.

With a yelp, you exclaim, "Ooer--ow!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says to you, "I believe your teaching may have just been vetod dear."

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "But I had... the scraps... why Gurashi..."

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says to Afollia, "And here I was just starting to figure out what I was doing."

Rancoura inclines her head politely to Dominique Nightshade.

You have emoted: Gurashi thrusts out his bitten arm, eyes wide in a panic.

LOOK DOMINIQUE
Dominique Nightshade is a female shadow faeling with hair of dark tresses and skin the colour of pale cream. Although her beauty is paramount in her features, which glimmer with an unnatural youth, her eyes are void of sight, which is evident in the milky white that covers her pupils. The black dress that adorns her form is loose-fitting now, as if she has endured much in her time with the wyrd, and she carries herself with a grim determination that threatens to mar her immense beauty.

Evette curtseys gracefully before Dominique Nightshade.

A tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast starts at the shouting, scurrying off back into the forest as it trips several times upon the tinsel.

Afollia curtseys gracefully before Dominique Nightshade.

Trying to shake the tinsel from its body, a thorn beast melts gracelessly into the foliage.

Dominique Nightshade narrows her unseeing eyes, frustration etched across her features.

Kyalrhin gives a pained sigh.

You have emoted: Gurashi grimaces, holding his arm and watching the beast scramble off, leaving tinsel in its wake.

Geran bows respectfully to Dominique Nightshade.

Gaze drawn away from the thorn beast, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Dominique Nightshade, "Lady Dominique. Tidings."

Kyalrhin greets Dominique Nightshade with a sincere smile.

Dominique Nightshade says, "Long has Glomdoring been the Heart of Darkness within the Basin of Life."

Esri flashes Afollia a joyous smile.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Dominique Nightshade, "Odd attire for a thornbeast."

Loudly, and suddenly, you say, "It -BIT- me."

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says to Geran, "The forest always comes first dearest."

Evette peers at you unscrupulously.

Flicking a stray strand of hair behind her, Dominique Nightshade utters, "Indeed, quite odd -- odd enough, in fact, that they have disrupted my plans."

Squeaking ominously, Duskflower Feoragan, Splendour of Nightfall asks, "Your plans to decorate all the Thornbeasts?"

Elexia hops into the air, fluttering over to you. "Are you alright?" she asks as she looks at your arm with concern.

Eclipsed by the blizzard, Nascent Corissai, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "The storm is here!"

Narrowing her eyes again, Dominique Nightshade says, "No, Duskflower. I do not intend to bedeck the thornbeasts with my tinsel."

Kalaneya grasps your arm and runs her gnarled hand over your carapace, noting only small dings and scratches.

Afollia steps back besides a nearby ravenwood, guiding Geran with her as she listens.

You have emoted: Gurashi examines his arm, the thornbeast 'bite' more surface damage than anything else. "Do not see blood. Am A-O-K," he whispers, lifting his head to look at Dominique Nightshade.

Dominique Nightshade says, "In the spirit of the festivities, I intended to provide the Glomdoring with ... well, a feast of my own."

Feoragan nods his head emphatically.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Dominique Nightshade.

Irritation rife in her voice, Dominique Nightshade says, "However, as you can see, this will not come to pass."

Romaan dances Evette twoward the exit and with a slight bow the gathered people, slips away with her.

Geran follows Afollia out of the way, and rests gently at her side.

A tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast sniffs Dominique Nightshade, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from her is.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins, "Many thank yous for coming!!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins, "Sorry that did not get to slow dance - owe you and Miss Evette one!!"

The bright, bell-like voice of Romaan rings in your ear, "Thank you for putting this togeher."

You have emoted: Gurashi watches the a tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast as it reenters, instinctively drawing his arm in.

Corissai closes his eyes and tilts his head to the sky. The air around him becomes slightly calmer.

Kalaneya furtively signals to Esei, waving them over, pointing at your injury.

Esei blinks.

More emphatically, Kalaneya signals to Esei, waving them over, pointing at your injury.

Shadows build around her as she recounts the series of events that have led her to this. Dominique Nightshade glowers in the direction of the thornbeast and sighs again. "Be that as it may, I will attempt to move forward with my plans -- but I cannot run around the forest myself."

Esei lays a hand on your forehead, and your body tingles with a healing warmth.

You chitter at Esei with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Esei pats you in a friendly manner.

Kyalrhin tilts her head curiously.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I see."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Dominique Nightshade.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "So we are to fetch the feast from the beasts?"

Xenthos tilts his head curiously.

Imploringly, Dominique Nightshade says, "Will you help me? Will you go and collect the tinself from these wretched beasts and bring it back to me?"

Squeaking ominously, Duskflower Feoragan, Splendour of Nightfall whispers, "But they look cute in the tinsel."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist looks skeptical and says, "I can give it a try, I suppose."

A tinsel-ensnared thorn beast of the feast stares at those around it with sudden concern, eyes filled with fear - and tinsel. <-- *dying*

Muttering in a barely audible whisper, Kyalrhin Ysav'rai says, "They don't seem to care for meat scraps. How do you get the tinsel off of them?"

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says to Dominique Nightshade, "I doubt any here would refuse such a request."

Shrugging dismissively, Dominique Nightshade says, "I care not for what they've stolen from the wyrden kitchens. I would, however, like the tinsel."

Feoragan peers about himself unscrupulously.

A fuzzy spider drops in from above on a silken string.
A fuzzy spider's eyes bug out of its head at Elexia in wonder.
A fuzzy spider exclaims to Elexia, "Scitter, scatter, heads on a platter -- boil the curds and whey!"
A fuzzy spider shoots out of the room on a silken string.

At the arrival of the spider, Elexia jumps slightly before peering forward intently. Alas, before she can learn anything more about the toy, it is gone.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Certainly a little bit of tending to clean up after the thornbeasts wouldn't hurt. I'd be delighted to lady Dominique."

You have emoted: Gurashi stares after the thornbeasts, then gasps.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Dominique Nightshade, "What did they steal from kitchens?!!"

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at Dominique Nightshade, suddenly quite concerned.

(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "My kitchens!!"

You flail about helplessly.

Geran smiles softly at you.

Dominique Nightshade says to you, "I would imagine pancakes were on the menu. I could not know, however."

You have emoted: Gurashi narrows his eyes, unsure at the statement.

Afollia beckons to Geran.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "Pruning we shall go, then."

You have emoted: Gurashi considers Dominique Nightshade, then looks to Elexia, gently ushering the faeling aside.

Squeaking ominously, Duskflower Feoragan, Splendour of Nightfall asks, "Just to be sure, we're not murdering them, right?"

Muttering, mostly to herself, Dominique Nightshade says, "What a horrid end to my surprise. Thornbeasts -- tinselbeasts -- beasts from Nil itself."

(Glomdoring): Xenthos says, "It seems you just pull the tinsel off the beasts."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Ah! Am so sorry - am thinking... will have to be helping our friend here with forest business! A-am not kicking out, maybe party will continue afterwards, and if does can let know but..."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks over his shoulder back at Dominique Nightshade, then back to Elexia, shrugging.

Comprehension flashes across Elexia's face.

Squeaking ominously, Duskflower Feoragan, Splendour of Nightfall exclaims, "Off to go tame a tinselbeast!"

Elexia nods her head at you.

Kyalrhin pats you in a friendly manner.

Feoragan beams broadly.

You smile softly at Elexia.

Rancoura exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Many thank yous for your wonderful musics! And help!!"

The bright, bell-like voice of Elexia rings in your ear, "No, no, of course! It has been many days now, and I am longing for my own Wood's embrace as well. But thank you for your invitation, I... I genuinely enjoyed myself." <-- <3!

Glowering in a way unbefitting of her status, Dominique Nightshade says, "May Mother Night guide you toward what was stolen, and may the next Solstice Festival -- if we are to ever have another -- not be so horridly disrupted by these creatures."

Her lips lifting into a faint smile as she retrieves the tinsel, Dominique Nightshade says, "Ah, thank you."

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "...an interesting turn of events, I would say."

You beam broadly at Elexia.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon, "Am so glad."

Elexia clasps her hands together and bows, chiming, "I shall take leave to my own Wood. May your Great Spirits bless you, and thank you for the invitation."

Kalaneya clasps her hands together and bows stiffly to Elexia with deep gratitude.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Elexia, "Have safe travels! many thank yous!"

Kalaneya bids Elexia farewell with a ponderous wave of her gnarled fingers.

Clapping her hands, Dominique Nightshade says, "Thank you for your quick work, Spirit Warden. The rest of you -- there is quite a bit more lost in the woods."

You have emoted: Gurashi waves enthusiastically at Elexia, bidding her farewell.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "O-K!"

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "Tinsel! Brace yourself!"

Dominique Nightshade says, "I'll return to my meditations and await the rest."

(Glomdoring): Afollia says, "Just a lovely reminder to all, as we wander the forest, it's not a bad idea to carry a shadowweb that Brennan might grant to restore the drum's power."

(Glomdoring): Afollia says, "This is a lovely occasion to do this while we search."

(Glomdoring): You say, "Oh - and, many thank yous so much for all attending our Festivities this season!"

(Glomdoring): You say, "Was such a pleasure to have..."

You think to yourself: How wonderful!

(Glomdoring): Afollia says, "Thank you to all our hosts for the lovely celebration."

(The Crux): You say, "Many thank yous to all of friends and allies that came to our festivals! Was such a wonderful time!"

You think to yourself: Am so grateful!