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With the aid of the stone given to her by her draconic friend, she could see the firey essence of a gryphon before her. Her eyes widened, amazed to meet yet another of their kind again, she bowed her head respectfully towards Wyrrd..."It is a most wonderous pleasure meet you, Lady Wyrrd."

Knowing Wyrrd's lack of fondness for hugs, or personal contact of any kind, Cera merely welcomed her, and introduced herself and Ni 'ari to her while the gryphon served the drinks. Various faeries would come about to offer some fruit, or help them with their plates, but over all, the atmosphere remained warm and friendly.

The minotaur seemed to grow all the merrier as he ate and gulped down the fine brew Wyrrd brought. It was good for the others that Cera had mixed a sedative in his morning tea earlier, so that his urges and rages would not effect his mood for today's festivities. Letting out a thunderous burp, Ni 'ari laughed out as he finished his meal, and pulled out his guitar to strum a few cords as everyone chatted.

"Aye...music has tis odd tendancy of sootin' te beast. Is probably why all te fae here are always hummin'"...she chuckled as she ate and drank next to the minotaur. She wasn't going to worry about him...she could handle his kind 10 times without breaking a sweat if need be. Her firey tails twitched lazily behind her, oddly not scortching the grass they laid upon.

Ritanya listened to the music, lying down upon the cool grass. She smiled, slowly drifitng off as she did so.

((Time to go get ready for work))

Krystic, enjoying the sound of the music, joined into the dance, feeling her spirit soar as it had done so many times at the Sleeping Dragon Inn. Ah, how her memories filled her senses with the sound of each note. Almost as if she and the hind had practiced, they danced intime together, despite Cera's arms being occupied with her fiddle. It did not matter, their figures moved with as much grace and beauty, that the unknowing eye would think them seductive nymphs of the forest, bound to be forever drawn to them for all eternity.

As the music starts to slow a bit, Wyrrd slightly stirs from her day dream, as she starts to sing out a tune the music soon reminds her off, called Stone and Dove. Though she does not dance, her voice rings out loud and soothingly deep in this sad tale of love and loss.
Twas seven years ere long since her I spied upon the shore
Amber were her eyes, god's skin was all she wore
I hid 'neath the dune lest my presence cause her shame
I loved her then, I asked the wind her name.

Go towards the moor breezes whispered to my soul
Find her family home, 'neath the red oak by the knoll
There will she be waiting patiently for love
Present her with a stone and a dove.

Long did I search with my heart aflame,
Pleading, "Heaven, let her feel the same."
Demons were casting to slow my pace,
then I beheld her face.

She asked not my name but she took me by the hand.
"I'll show you where the sky lays its head upon the land."
I offered stone and dove as we came unto that place.
She laid me down; her body was my grace.

Alone, now I stand in this hallowed, sacred grove.
Where are you my love, in this life that we had wove?
I begged you to stay, but the angels took your hand.
My dove sleeps, our stone has turned to sand.
Now my dove sleeps, our stone has turned to sand.
My dove doth sleep, our stone has turned to sand.

Cera smiled as she watched the sun climb slowly into the sky as Wyrrd sang out in a beautiful and clear voice. The hind thinks back through all the memories she was given from her ancestors, and ponders still of the truths those songs held when they were fresh and new. How the times have changed...