EVENT: The Ogier greet the Tuatha'an into the Stedding.
DATE: January 7, 1999
LOGGER: Marith

Small Meadow: Forest Edge, Stedding Maotai(#336RJ$)
	A sense of safety and everlasting peace drifts through the air of the small 
meadow, thick with grasses of all sorts. Toward the east lies the edge of a 
great forest, with tall pines, weeping willows, blackgums, birch, and Great 
Trees that tower high overhead. A small stream travels through the middle of 
the meadow, used as a drinking spot of many of the forest animals.
	The sky bursts with color as the sun slowly sets, retiring to a dark 
backdrop of glistening stars. Somewhere off in the distance the cry of a lone 
wolf can be heard. A cold, winter wind bites at anything within its path. Ice 
and snow appear everywhere, even covering the trees in a thick blanket. The 
small stream appears to be frozen over completely. The meadow opens up into a 
much larger field. If looking closely enough, the faint trail that goes into 
the forest might be noticed.
                                                      
Contents:
Enduna
Andra
Samira

Andra says "Samira let us leave this place."

Andra walks to the east, finding the faint trail.

Samira hurries after Andra and waves. "Be well"

Nita trails a good distance back in the procession, bright eyes gleaming with 
youthful joy as she looks towards the brightly coloured camp and its people.

A red finch touches down near the water and finds a bug to swallow.

Marith comes wandering into the stedding with a delegation of Ogier behind her. 
Her ears twitch back and forth as she moves along, heading toward the tinker 
camp.

A bullfrog lets its mouth fall open and snaps a fly out of the air with its 
tongue.

You stand just beyond the ring of the River Band, a group of wandering 
Tuatha'an. If there is peace in your heart, please come and join us.

You walk into the Tuatha'an Camp.

Inside the Wagon Ring: Tuatha'an Camp, River Band(#437RAFM$)
Arranged in a loose semi-circle around the perimeter of a clearing are several 
box shaped wagons. Each wagon is painted in many colorful and clashing hues, as 
if the family that calls it home has declared that THEIR wagon is the most 
beautiful and eyecatching. Mixed together, all of this color can be hard on the 
eyes of an outsider, but to the Tuatha'an that live here, it is familar and 
comforting.
As the sun slowly finds its bed a chill wind blows through the camp. In the 
center of the camp is a small ring of stones that surrounds the River Band's 
communal campfire. An iron bar rests on four stout legs nestled over the firering. 
No one is seated around the campfire.
No one is in the cooking area.
 
                                                                              
Contents:
Durnik
Thud
Garwyth
Skye
Aedigar
Exlis's Home

Marith carefully makes her way into the Tinker camp. Several of the Ogier 
follow behind her, Gildain close on her heels, ears twitching. He mumbles 
something to Marith as she makes her way inside, leaving the Eldest to bob her 
head once or twice as she pauses to glance around, and take in the sights.

Skye is standing with a group of tuatha'an near the fire, her back to the 
arriving Ogier. She seems to be in an discussion with several of the men and 
women of the band.

The Eldest clears her throat a bit, to perhaps get the attention of a few of 
those present, "Be welcome to Stedding Maotai." She speaks out, her voice 
rumbling clear.

Nita walks from the path.

Aedigar squats across from Skye near a big mastiff so he notices the Ogier 
arrive. He stands up and watches them enter the area.

Skye jumps a little in surprise as she hears the voice of the Ogier. She whirls 
around and her eyes widen as she first looks at human eye level...and then her 
eyes travel...up...

Gildain mumbles quiet words, or as quiet as he can manage to Marith, nodding to 
Skye as he speaks, ".... one told .... about."

Thud is busy behing pet by Aedigar when he jumps and spins around. Upon seeing 
the large and strange creature, he jumps to his feet and barks quizzickly, then 
looks up at Aedigar.

Garwyth grins in amazement and fascination as he sees the Ogier emerge.

Marith nods her head slowly, a smile coming briefly to her lips. She dips her 
head in a brief nod to Skye as she turns about, "Be welcome to Stedding Maotai, 
Madhi Skye. I am Marith, daughter of Paloa daughter of Altar, Eldest of the 
Stedding. Your name sings in my ears."

Nita trails quite some distance back in the procession, bright eyes taking in 
the sight of the brightly coloured wagons, and equally colourful people.

Aedigar pets Thud to calm him down, letting him know the Ogier mean no harm. 
His eyes however manage to see how wide they can get as the take in the sight 
of the Ogier.

Slowly, the Mahdi composes herself. She walks to the Ogier, perhaps standing a 
little further back than she might normally do so for a human so that she can 
look up at the tall woman. "Peace be upon you. Thank you for your welcome." The 
Seeker curtseys respectfully to the Ogier.

Thud quiets, but turns his head quizzickly at the large creature.

"Gildain tells me that you wish to stay at the stedding for a time. You are 
welcome to do so, so long as any other..." Marith pauses a moment, glancing 
about silently, "... guests with you understand the Pact. There is to be no 
violence within the Stedding. Watchman Gildain here will see to that."

A wide grin seems to come to Gildain's lips, and perhaps a challenge to his 
eyes, but it diminishes soon after, as if the thought is the only thrill he'll 
really get.

Skye glances at her people, as if wondering how they would react to the new 
visitor. Then she says, "Your Pact is similar to our customs. We are followers 
of the Way of the Leaf, our lives are devoted to peace and trade." She eyes the 
watchman briefly.

Thud walks slowly up besides the Mahdi as the Eldest speaks. His ears perk as 
far as a Mastiffs would allow, somehow caught curiosly by the rumble of her 
speach.

What appears to be a small smile touches Marith's lips, though to the humans it 
might seem like a large grin, "Then we are understood." Once again she dips her 
head, in a more regal manner, "Again, Welcome to Stedding Maotai. You and yours 
are welcome to come join us at any time. I'm certain some of the children might 
benefit from our storytellers, if they are inclined to tales." Her eyes twinkle 
slightly, glancing about for any of the Tuatha'an children that might be about.

Skye looks at the Ogier curiousily, "May I ask you if you know of the Song, 
Eldest? It is said that the Ogier are wise beyond the learning of most peoples. 
Perhaps you can help us in our search?" There is hope written on the Seeker's 
face, for all that her people have searched for the Song of the Breaking for 
thousands of years.

Garwyth strains forward, hopeful of the words to come.

There is a permanent hint of a smile on Nita's face, standing with an older man 
by her side, exchanging a few words with him.

At Skye's words, a saddened expression touches Marith's features. Her tufted 
ears move back and forth in a slight worried manner, as if not wanting to douse 
her hopes, "Sadly, we have not... though we will strive to search through our 
texts, and allow you the use of our scribes and libraries, if that would help."

Aedigar leans forward, as if hoping the would know.

Garwyth looks disappointed, then his ever-present grin begins to slide back 
into place.

Aedigar sighs softly and settles back into his easy going manner, a smile upon 
his lips.

Thud braves a few steps forward and sniffs at the feet of the Eldest he 
stretches his head far enough to sniff as high as a knee.

Skye sighs and nods. It is the same answer everywhere for her and all her 
peoples. "Then we shall seek still and in seeking find." she recites formally, 
then adds, "And yes, I would be glad to have access to your library."

Aedigar looks as if he wouldn't mind access either. Any new song is interesting 
to him.

A smile forms on Skye's lips. "Perhaps you could stay a short time, Eldest? 
Allow the River Band to show you our hospitality? In song and dance?"

Aedigar's smile widens, if that's possible, at the possiblity of song and 
dance. He tilts his head to one side as he watches the Ogier for their answer.

Marith glances at the other Ogier behind her a moment, then back to Skye, 
nodding her head a bit, "Your hospitality is welcomed and apprecaited. We will 
stay. But... only if we can return the favor later. We will hold a feast in 
honor of your arrival." She glances down at the mastiff, a curious expression 
on her features. She gently reaches forward her hand to pet it, should it allow 
her.

Skye looks back at her people to see their response to the Eldest's request.

Garwyth leaps into the air, spinning before he lands back on his feet. "Never 
let it be said the Traveling People reject the offer of feasting and 
entertainment!"

Thud's tail begins wagging excitedly, the Ogier's scent having earned approval 
as the huge hand pets him.

Gildain gives Garwyth a wary look as he jumps up excitedly. He seems to step 
closer to the Eldest, but at her gaze he moves bask to where he was standing, 
looking faintly chagrined. His ears wilt.

Marith turns her attentions to Garwyth, amusement lighting her eyes, "Then your 
acceptance sings in our ears...." She glances to Skye, smiling lightly.

Garwyth grins.

Aedigar claps his hands together once in joy. He reaches behind his back, 
swinging the case of his fiddle in front of him so he can take it out.

Skye turns back to the Eldest with a smile. "The River Band shall be honored to 
attend your feast later." She looks at her band and calls out loudly, "Let the 
music begin!"

Garwyth's grin almost splits his face. He turns to the gathered Tuatha'an, 
anxious to begin the festivities.

Aedigar starts on Skye's cue, swinging his fiddle to his chin and bring bow to 
strings. He is joined by a others playing flute and drums.

Thud looks up at Marith when she stops petting him, "Woof!"

Garwyth begins a loose skipping dance. Others soon join in.

Erilan walks from the path.

Skye gestures the Eldest to join her on one of the foldable chairs near the 
central fire. She smiles to the other Ogier that followed Marith, as if to 
encourage them to dance.

The smile on Nita's face widens as the music leaps into its thrilling tribulation. Her ears twitch, perking up as she nods approval of the music.

Thud's bark is still echoing when he turns his head about at the sound of 
music. When dancers begin, he runs into the fray, chasing the free-flowing 
skirts of differnent Tinker girls, jumping and trying to land on them. The 
girls giggle and deftly avoid the puncing dog.

Several people emerge from wagons, carrying large multi-colored pillows stuffed 
so full as to almost appear as rainbow colored clouds.

The pillows are brought near the fire, then placed upon the ground to offer 
some comfort to the Ogier guests.

The music flows out into the air, being a light and airy tune that seems to tug 
at the feet of almost anyone listening. Another musician or two join in to 
accompany those already playing and someone even starts singing gaily somewhere 
in the crowd.

Marith moves across the room to take a seat near Skye, her movements slow and 
careful, "This is an... interesting set up you have here...." She looks about, 
her own eyes widened as she takes in all the colorful wagons, mixed with the 
colorful people."

A trio of young tuatha'an girls giggle at the edge of the fire. They tilt their 
heads to listen as the handsome young Aedigar begins to play his fiddle. They 
tap their feet in time with the music and then look at one another before 
stepping into a lively tuatha'an style dance near the fire.

Aedigar seems to really enjoy playing the music, swaying as he is to it and 
tapping his foot in time to the beat. A smile splits his face and every so 
often he laughs expressing his delight as some of the girls take extra notice 
of him.

Skye smiles at the Eldest. "It is home," she replies simply as she takes a 
chair beside her guest.

Others emerge from the cooking area, bearing great pans and large platters 
heaped with foods of various descriptions.

Garwyth slows down his skipping and heads towards the food.

The soft tinkle of bells can be heard as the trio of girls sway and leap in 
front of the fire. Anklets of the brass bells are tied to their feet. There 
moves are graceful as only skilled dancers can be, lithe and airy as they whirl 
in the ancient steps of the dance.

Garwyth descends upon a passing platter, coming up with a large slab of bread 
heaped with a cheese and vegetable mixture.

Erilan watches away from the swirling dance, ears slowly moving up and down 
with the music.

Thud runs around excitedly for a while, then eventually finds a wagon to crawl 
under and place his large head between his paws to watch up at the goings on.

Marith gives a small dip of her head, "Indeed it is..." She looks about. 
Several of the Ogier appear to have gotten out their own wooden flutes and 
joined in with the music making.

Nita smiles at a passing Tuatha'an, accepting a small selection of fruit for 
herself.

Skye watches the girls dance with a soft smile, as if she were remembering the 
days when she also danced with abandon before the fires of her people. She 
looks at Erilan and then gives one of the girls a subtle wink.

The music changes slightly, incorporating the musical jingle of the Tinker 
girls feet. The musicians seem to be rather talented and work well as a group. 
But then, they are Tuatha'an after all.

Marith turns her eyes to Skye, tilting her head a bit, "We Ogier seldom get to 
leave the Stedding. Do you have news of the world outside?"

A dancing girl in a bright red dress and yellow shawl begins to dance toward 
Erilan. She sways seductively before the tall Ogier, giving him a whimsome 
smile. Her arms flow in a pattern before her, as if asking the Ogier to join 
her in the dance without her uttering a single word.

Garwyth plops down on a large purple pillow.

Thud barks up at a passing person and is tossed a biscuit- which he devours 
eagerly.

Tuatha'an roam amongst the guests, offering platters with a variety of fruit 
and vegetable dishes, fresh baked breads and pastries, and flagons of light 
cider.

Skye turns to the Eldest and nods. "Much has happened yes. Although, I am not 
privy to the workings of kings and queens."

Aedigar smiles at the dancing girls and gives a moment pause before looking at 
some of the other musicians. Saying something that is lost in the noise of the 
celebration, a new song is started. This one just as lively.

The other two dancers seem to giggle as their friend continues to dance her 
welcome before Erilan. They, in turn start to dance in earnest in time to the 
music, each one seeking out other guests to put their special attention upon.

Marith gives a slow nod of her head, furrowing her brow a bit as her ears 
twitch back and forth, "Can you give us news of the world.... the Aiel are our 
only guest sometimes, so we do not get to hear what happens. You travel much 
and often, and hear more than we."

Erilan makes an attempt to join in, his shoulders awkwardly bobbing up and down 
in tune with the music. After a time, his dance becomes more fluid, his 
movements exuding peace.

Skye sighs. "We had to flee the eruption of Dragonmount a few weeks ago. The 
volcano ran red and destroyed much. We as well as many people took refuge in 
Tar Valon."

The Tuatha'an girl in the red dress and yellow shawl titters at the Ogier as he 
dances with her awkwardly, but the amusement fades as he starts to move with 
more grace. Giving her friends a smug look at her "prize" she starts to dance 
more seductively with the tall Ogier, her steps light and her movements lithe.

Marith's eyes widen at Skye's words, "Dragonmount erupted....?" There is no 
hiding the surprise upon Marith's features. In fact, the Eldest's jaw appears 
to be dropped.

Skye nods. "It was like the second breaking of the world for us. Many died that 
day. I was grateful that we were so close to the city and could escape the lava 
flows."

The music continues to flow out in an almost continuous wave of sound that 
wraps around everyone there, mingling with the dancers and embracing those who 
choose to sit out. A new singer has replaced the other, this one a lower male 
voice that rings out in the night.

Marith nods her head slowly, her ears twitching back and forth a bit, "Was 
there damage to the city....?" She asks, watching Skye with what now appears to 
be a worried expression.

Skye watches as several of the Ogier and the Tar Valon guests dance around the 
campfire. The tune is lively and the dancers must move quickly to maintain the 
pace. The Mahdi gives Aediger a nod and a wink.

Erilan smiles innocently amoung moves of the dance, oblivious to their 
overtures. He takes in the atmosphere, even attempting to spin all nine and a 
half feet around in circle.

Durnik wanders off elsewhere for a while.

Skye nods to the tall Ogier. "Yes, many of the outer walls were damaged, but 
thankfully, the lava flows did not destroy the city."

Garwyth accepts a skin of wine from a passing reveler.

Relief seems to overcome Marith, "That is good..." She pauses a moment, "Though 
sad to hear that so many died..." Again her ears twitch back and forth, a small 
frown coming to her features.

Aedigar lowers his fiddle as someone else takes up theirs. The new players 
seems good but also a little less talented than Aedigar. Aedigar takes this 
moment to grab a bite to eat, choosing a mutli-grained bread and some cheese 
and vegetables to go with it.

Garwyth nods gleefully to Aedigar as he relaxes.

With nothing better to do Gildain slowly manages to come closer to the tinker 
camp, scuffling his feet. He still seems upset at his rash action, it seems.

Garwyth says "As wonderful as usual, Aedigar."

As the musicians shift, so do the dancers. The first group is covered with perperation as they leave the ring around the fire. Two of them walk beyond the 
wagon ring with a guest in tow. The dancers exchange a look between them, as if 
each is measuring the other for the "catch" she had made.

Aedigar nods in recognition to Garwyth, "Thank you Garwyth, I always try to 
bring out the best in me." Smiling he takes a bite of his food, seeming in a 
slight hurry to finish it for some reason.

Skye smiles at Aedigar. "You are in your usual form tonight, Aedigar. And our 
people and guests are blessed for it."

Garwyth offers the wineskin to Aedigar. "Wet your throat?"

Once Aedigar stops to relax, Thud gets up and makes his way toward him, where 
he lies down next to the fiddler, lying his head on a leg.

Aedigar gives another nod and a small bow as well, "I am honored to you enjoy 
it so." Turning towards Garwyth he nods, "Yes, thank you." He takes the offer 
winesking and has a gulp.

A young girl approaches Aedigar, giggling as she comes. She offers him a 
honeyed pastry.

At the edge of the camp, a lone dancer waits in the lull of the music. She is 
dressed in a gause dress of high quality and she wears strands of beads in her 
hair. A shawl of multicolored fringe hangs from her arms and rustles slightly 
in the breeze. Her feet are bare and they seem to be tapping as she waits and 
watches.

Marith inclines her head, mirroring Skye's on gaze at Aedigar, "Indeed. You 
make fine music..." The Eldest comments, then turns her attention back to Skye, 
watching her a moment, "Is there any other news of the city of Tar Valon?" She 
seems eager to hear word of the outside world.

Aedigar accepts the honeyed pastry with a warm smile after passing the wineskin 
on to another. He makes some soft comment that brings another giggle to her 
mouth. A slow drum beat starts up and Aedigar looks around and notices the 
dancer. Excusing himself from the lovely girl, with a hidden face for some 
reason, he brings his fiddle up and starts a slow melody that whispers out 
among the crowd.

Skye shakes her head. "When we traveled through Andor, the people seemed to be 
at peace. There was much good trade for us there...yet, there seems to be an 
edge. As if people fear...something. I know not what though."

Skye grows quiet as Aediger picks up her fiddle and looks to the edge of the 
camp expectantly.

The girl waits for a few lonely strains of fiddle music to waft over the crowd 
of tuatha'an and guests. Standing as if waiting for a lover, she starts to move 
in time to the slow rhythm of the music. As she makes her way through the 
crowd, a mumer goes through the river band and they fall silent.

A thoughtful expression passes over Marith's features for a few brief moments, 
"There are always troubling times in the world. Even the Stedding has its own 
share of problems." Her ears twitch back and forth, showing off their tufted 
fur, "Yet we still stive on.... we survive."

As the dancer enters the ring, a lone drummer begins to tap in the beat of 
Aediger's fiddle. The girl begins to sway, using her shawl to accent her 
movements. Her bare feet tap to the beat of the drum.

Skye nods and smiles at the Eldest, but her attention is upon the dancer.

Marith turns her own attention toward the dancers, tilting her head a bit as 
she regards them quietly.

The new music is low and slow, seeming to hug the ground and make eddies around 
the shuffling feet of the dancers. Some of the musicians sway slowly to the 
beat, watching the dancers. The drum seems to pulse to the heartbeat of the 
dancers, the fiddle whispering with their breath.

Marith's eyes move back and forth with the dancers as she watches them swaying. 
Her ears twitch a bit as curiousity shows upon her features.

The girl continues on, dancing the steps of the Tuatha'an Tirganza. She slowly 
circles the campfire in time to Aediger's music. Once in awhile she meets the 
gaze of one of the men that sit around the fire, as if judging them, but so 
far, she has selected no one to partner her yet.

Marith's eyes begin to widen, ears twitching a bit more... well... excitedly... 
or is that worriedly? She glances to Skye, clearing her throat a bit. Somewhere 
along those lines, she seems to have started twisting at her cloak.

Many of the Tuatha'an passing platters and skins have begun to halt, to watch 
the unfolding dance.

The dancer begins to dance in front of Aedigar, her eyes meeting those of the 
fiddler. She sways before him, teasing him with her hips.

Aedigar stands on the outskirts of the area where the girls dance, having 
joined the rest of the musicians playing the Tirganza. Clearing his throat as 
he notices he has been picked out by one of the girls he smiles almost shyly at 
her as he meets her eyes.

Garwyth's eyes take in the beautiful sensual girls dancing before them.

Marith turns her attention to Skye, a blush forming on her own cheeks, "This is 
how you humans dance....?" Her brows appear to be raised as far as they can 
reach.

Skye looks at Marith with puzzlement. "Of course, don't the Ogier dance like 
this?"

With a lilting laugh, the dancer spins away from Aedigar and continues in her 
circuit around the fire. A few of the nearby women laugh as the camp watches 
the young wowan with delight.

Marith gives a faint cough, her cheeks red, "Not quite... no..."

Aedigar smiles almost in relief at the departing woman and a few notes sing out 
from his instrument in a musical thank you, blending in nicely with the song.

Skye shakes her head at the Ogier as if she doesn't quite understand the 
Ogier's embarrassment. "It will be interesting to learn more about the culture 
of your people when the table are turned and we attend your feast. I look 
forward to it."

Erilan finds his way toward the food trays, picking out a vegetable here and 
there.

A small rumble seems to escape Marith's lips, though nervous in manner, "We 
Ogier are a rather modest lot, Madhi.... so please forgive us should we 
react.... in such a manner."

The young woman begins to sway until she stops before the tall Ogier, Erilan. 
She begins her spinning, seductive dance before the giant Ogier, meeting his 
eyes with her own.

Aedigar seems to chuckle inwardly at some of the Ogier's reactions, glad he 
isn't on the receiving end at the moment. The song flows on, weaving with the 
dancing in an intricate pattern that is as lovely as it is sensual.

Garwyth grins at the sight of the small woman next to the enormous Ogier.

Erilan smiles to the young lady. He spins before the woman, like a five year 
old would do.

The young woman attempts to dance with the Ogier, but due to his size her 
Tirganza dance falls out of step and so, with a wink at the giant Ogier so show 
there are no hard feelings. She spins away again to seek another.

Erilan whispers to himself, in the rather too loud fashion common among Ogier 
folk, "I never heard of dancing like this."

A sigh goes out among the crowd of Tuatha'an, there is much interest in who the 
young woman will choose and bets are exchanged among the men and women as she 
moves from one man to another.

Garwyth ribs the man next to him, whispering loudly and chuckling.

Marith continues to watch the young tinker woman dancing, the crimson starting 
to grow a bit more upon her cheeks. Even if the dance is harmless, it's hardly 
something she'd be caught doing. She glances to Erilan, as if to examine how 
he's handling things, a brow raising at his words.

Aedigar seems to sense some of the uneasiness of the Ogier and starts winding 
down the song, letting the dancers find one last subject to dance to.

The Tirgaza girl finds herself before Garwyth as the dance begins to wind down 
to a close. She winks at him and offers him a hand, wordlessly asking him to 
join her in the last dance.

Garwyth smiles and accepts her hand, rising from his pillow and moving to dance 
with her.

The men and women of the band laugh as the dancer makes her selection and the 
bets are collected. It is a sign that the festivities are winding down to a 
close.

Aedigar gives a smile somewhere between relief and sorrow as he finds he is not 
the last subject chosen. Oh well, he had his chance.

After a small bit, Marith seems to avert her eyes, allowing the others to 
watch. She, afterall, must live up to her modest fashion. Of course, her ears 
give away her discomfort, unable to hide their twitchy nature.

The young dancer smiles at the tailor, and tugs at his hand to pull him from 
the dancing ring and beyond the shadows.

Garwyth looks back at the Tuatha'an and Ogier before fading into the night with 
his lovely partner.

Aedigar laughs merrily as the song comes to an end. The drums play a few beats 
after Aedigar lowers his fiddle and then fade away into the night.

Skye applaudes the musicians and dancers. "Well done," she says to all, beaming 
a proud smile.

Garwyth enters the wagon.

Marith glances up as Skye applauds, pressing her lips together briefly. She 
then smiles lightly, adding her own applause, "Well done... yes...." Of course, 
her ears still twitch and her cheeks are still crimson.

Aedigar smiles and takes a bow to his admiring audience. Sadly however he 
replaces his instrument in his case and then slings it on his back. Seems this 
young musician wishes to take a break. He wanders into the crowd, seeking out 
an available Ogier to talk to.

Aedigar finds his way to Erilan. Pausing in front of the tall Ogier, Aedigar 
looks up. "Greetings friend. I hope you enjoyed our music." he says with a 
friendly smile.

Gildain appears to have slinked off after the dancing, unable to perhaps take 
some of the movements. This poor, poor Ogier and his modesty!

Erilan nods to Aedigar. "I believe it is very interesting. I am learning very 
much."

Marith shakes her head a bit, glancing back to Skye. She offers a brief smile, 
"That was certainly... interesting." She comments in an offhanded manner.

Erilan says "I hope you are finding the forest a safe and peaceful place."

Skye smiles. "My people live in peace, but we believe in expressing ourselves 
and enjoying our life. The Tirganza is taught to all of our girls and is a 
center to most of our festivals and gatherings."

"I'm glad to hear so. It's always good to learn new things. I'd love to learn 
some of your music if I could." Aedigar says, his musical curiousity urging him 
on.

Erilan smiles gently. "I hope you have the opportunity. There will be singing 
at the festival."

Aedigar says "Ah yes, I look forward to your festival and the singing." Smiling 
he goes on to add, "But then I just enjoy being here at the Stedding. It is so 
peaceful and beautiful here.""

Marith nods her head rather slowly, doing a better job of masking her surprise 
than before, "I see...." She emits a faint smile, turning her eyes to look out 
at all the girls present. She shakes her head a bit, still scandalized no 
doubt; told by the tale of her twitching, tufted ears. "We Ogier dance about 
the trees, to celebrate their lives, and sing songs of the plants and animals."

Skye smiles. "I can think of nothing better to dance to than that. Our people 
should exchange dance steps before we move on....but, in light of this 
conversation, perhaps dances a little less...suggestive...would be better for 
the Ogier." There is a twinkle in Skye's eyes.

Erilan nods to Aedigar. "It is like no where else, a home for the trees. These 
wagons and camp is like nothing else. It must be interesting going from place 
to place, and seeing all countries."

Some new music springs into being. This song being faster than the Tirganza and 
meant for regular dancing and enjoyment. It seems to echo with the essence of 
the wilderness surronding everyone, but with the liveliness of spring instead 
of the slow silence of winter.

Marith stands and stretches a bit, glancing about, "I must apologize, but I 
need to be off for the rest of the evening. I have a long day of meetings 
tomorrow. Feel free, everyone, to wander about the stedding."

Skye yawns, perhaps her age is catching up with her. She smiles as the 
tuatha'an and Tar Valon guests break into dance. She slowly rises and smiles at 
the Ogier Eldest. "My old bones are starting to catch up with me. Please be 
feel welcome to stay as long as you like and we will be seeing you all in the 
Stedding on the morrow."

Aedigar nods in response to Erilan, "Yes, it is very interesting. We get to see 
many different places and people. It's amazing how much things differ from 
place to place, and how much they stay the same."

Skye slowly makes her way through the dancers and walks toward her wagon.

Skye enters the wagon.

Erilan ohs. "This is not my first Stedding. Things are different here, but not 
too much."

Aedigar ohs, "You have been to other Steddings? How interesting. I didn't know 
Ogier traveled much." Glancing at all the disappearing Tinkers and Ogier he 
asks hopefully, "Maybe we could talk some more when it is not so late?"

You walk out of the camp.