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>>She wove through the crowd like quicksilver, never touching so much as a corner of clothing from a attender, nor a fallen leaf upon the ground. But still, somehow the woman manage to gather a bit of attention around herself. It was painfully obvious to the sharp senses of the were's that she was not one of them, but baffling to each one that they couldn't place how. Looking the world like a human, yet if her demeanor wasn't opposite of one her scent was. Perhaps with her pale complection, this crowd would think her a vamp. A trail of younger pups followed behind her, curiously staring. Majority of the castle members were at least partly werewolf, and the clan of silverfangs was surely all Were. She was a phenomenon to the younglings, whom most never saw anyone outside their own tribe. The commotion only brought in more stares, bringing her face to a low burn in embarrassment. This was a mistake. She should have never...There. Her heart dropped as she noticed not ten feet away, Silverfang stood. Surrounded by a handful of others already holding her obvious frayed attention. And there was that noted male from earlier, just walking up to her. This close, she could see his unshaven chin, and the unkept shaggy hair that threatened to enstrangle anything which came near. She quickly pulled her gaze away, realizing she was staring. Why out of all the others did she focus on him? Not once, but twice? Niana focused on Ontaros this time, and moved towards him<< Sir Ontaros? >>She softly spoke as she drew near<< When do you want me on stage?

eek >>Energy alert! The females crimson eyes widened at the happy -and loud- pronouncing of her name. After retreating into her cautious side, the sudden excitement bursting towards her was a surprising shock in the least. She allowed a smile to dance on her lips for the first time in what seemed like days as his arm draped across her shoulders<< I just wish there was some way to scatter the pups sneaking behind me everywhere. >>Who in the name of Oculupse was "Master Tiberias"?<< Maybe if I toss some candy at them from the food stand they'll dissapate. >>But when Ontaros merrily skipped off...she stood there. With the one known person gone, it left the woman alone. There was just one flaw of hers that even Niana would admit about herself<< sweatdrop >>The female smoothed the stomach of her dress, though it had not a wrinkle. She was terribly, unexplainably shy until addressed<<

Tiberias felt the mood plummet. With Ontaros gone the glue that held this gathering together was falling apart. It was time to make some very uneducated guesses. Turning to Lavandris he asked << Finish this cheese, I am going to find something else. >> With what he hoped was a gruf, but friendly nod he tosses an apple at the dark, scarred man. He walked over to the girl picking up a fallen log as he went. He set it next to his cart like a chair. Smiling gently Tiberias motions the girl to it and hands her a small delicate pastry. << Don't worry he'll be back. >> Tiberias groans as he leans across the cart to grab his mug, and takes a long gulp of beer. This could be a long night.

Ontaros comes back and there is something much different about him than before... He now had nearly ten PAIRS of hands and in each hand was some sort of food and tankards and even a few bottles and his ussual friendly grin. He went through the group handing everyone thier mug and it immidiately fills with mead. He then starts breaking up bread, cheese, and some sort of smoked meat. With food flying accurately in all directions to open hands he stops and thinks a moment and his face lights up. Leafy stumps come up out of the ground and grow into familiar shapes, stopping at three feet tall, distinctly resembling arm chairs. All of Ontaros's extra limbs suddenly disappear and he flops down into his new wooden chair seeming content.

Lavandris finds himself suddenly holding an armful of food, and gives a bemused blink. He feels Ontaros' stump-chair grow almost directly beneath him, and nearly falls backwards into it. So much for his promise not to be surprised by anything. He notices everyone else is seated, as well, though much more gracefully, and proceeds to tuck in. However much he enjoyed the finer aspects of dinning, casual meals are just as enjoyable, perhaps even more so. As he ripped off a chunk of bread and sank his fangs into Tiberias' cheese, he knew this was going to be one of those "more so" occasions. He watched as Silverfang left, and glanced about at the group seated in their impromptu picnic circle. "Motley" was the word for this group, he supposed, and he grins as he continues eating, inwardly excited for the festival to be underway.

A chilly breeze caressed the face of the traveler as he flew above the majestic lands of the SpellJammer. His dark hair moved with wind and his ends flickered. Trying to hold on to his mount and covering his face with his cloak, he could only watch as clouds and wind were cutting at his face. Only his mighty dragon could see their destination of where they would land next. Kanhotu put a tight grip on his leather bound book, tattered and torn from all the years keeping it around, Kanhotu could only hold on to the last known reminisce of his teachings. Finally insight a large mass of people some village amount's size. The sounds of laughter, entertainment, and enjoyment was heard by both Kanhotu and his minion of air. He signaled his great wrym to lower and dismounted some many yards from the festival. He placed his right hand on the dragon and in a quick breeze of air, it vanished and became another part of the passing breeze. Kanhotu turned back to the lights and laughter. He lingered forward in his dark robes and was about to interact with the first person in over a year.

Ontaros smiles to Harabec "I'm glad you think so, I simply aim to please, that is all my friend." He nods matter of factly to the man and leans back into his chair with some comfort. "Is there anything else I can do to make you all more comfortable while we get this celebration going?"

>>a ripple of silence runs through the crowd as slowly the noise of conversation hushes to a mumble then stops. Out of one of the huts had emerged SilverFang and Ash. Ash was bare chested with brown and green pants. In the silence Ash said a few words, completly in were. He was greeting his guests, thanking them for coming, and saying the rite would now begin. With Silvers hand in his, he leads her to the bon fire, his wife handing him a torch as he passes.
Upon reaching the giant, waiting pile of wood he thrusts it inside. Drums start up from an unknown location and he starts to move, SilverFang follows him, moving to the right they dance and twirl about one another. The catching light sparkling over Silver's dress making ligh patters as shadows flickered across Ash. They twined as earth and moon, in the eternal dance around the sun.
As the finished their round, coming back to the start. Ash takes SilverFang into his arms and the drums stop<<
And now let the festivities truely begin!
>>A call goes through the crowd, some yelling, some laughing, a few whistles and some howls. Not all of the group is even in humanoid form.
Conversation resumes at a more picked up pace, the drums start back up and other insturments join in. Meats are brought out to join the fruits, breads and cheese already out<<