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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 4:55 pm
Valelldia stepped out of her wagon and looked up into the clear, dark blue sky, peppered with brilliant spots of white. The stars shone down on the circles of wagons with a passion that could only mean the Meij aproved of her plan to celebrate. The moon was the biggest it had been in a fortnight and the ground and grass was warm and dry as any could even wish. In the nearby distance, the soft lap of waves could be heard pushing their way onto the shore as if they intended to join the festivities. In the back of her head Val remembered the last time she'd set down to plan a Wagon Ordering ceremony, and could also recall the dread she felt at the Meij warnings for the future of the caravan. The whole process promised to whip up into a fever pitch every time she tried to banish the thoughts completely... so she just pushed it slightly aside and let it rest, still haunting the shadows.
She walked up to the communal fire, currently warming a gypsy or two lounging about, and placed several more logs upon the flames. There would be a wonderful bonfire before the night was out, and the caravan would feel refreshed and well rested... ready to move on.
Valelldia sat upon a settled log, the parchment with the names of the wagons in her care on her knees. Then she sent out a thread of invitation- stretching it along the meij. It would tug all those who were a part of this family- and those who were meant to be who were nearby- to the flames.
((1. WhistleStick - fire
2. Spotted Sage - spirit
3. Varekai - light <---I like the fire-spirit-light thing heading up the caravan
4. Honeyed Aria - air, ice <---some air at the beginning might speed our steps
5. Mountain Air - earth, water <---water buoys ice
6. Rhythmique - water
7. Singing Bird - wood
8. Ravenwood - delusion, earth, spirit
9. Lunar Dawn - sound, earth
10. PhoenixSong - fire, air
11. Rusting Canvas - earth
12. Light in the Dark - light, darkness, earth
13. Balormengro - fire
14. Narkri Chooma - earth
15. The Beating Drum - earth
16. Mossy Charm - wood
17. Clair d'Lune - air, darkness
18. Singing Bird - wood
19. Daggerheld - earth
20. The Bubble 'n Boil - fire
21. Sunstorm - earth
22. Daityrvyn - wood
23. Blessed Change - earth
24. Wind Wheels - fire, earth
25. Myriad of Dreams - spirit
26. Forest Spirit - wood
27. Weathered Melody - air, illusion <--to help balance a lot of the earth elements in the middle there
Anyone have major problems with this/want to rearrange things?
Oh, and the wagons I left out of this are:
*Ivy-Twined (sound)
*Satyameva Jayate (sound, fire)
*Serous Pages (water)
*Noem Weatherheart's wagon (ice)
*Jal's wagon (earth, wood) ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:14 pm
Baptiste feels the pulling feeling and looks up from his book. He'd not felt this in some time. A very long time. Peeking his head out the wagon's door, his face splits in a grin. "Come, Tamlin, it's a dance!" Quickly he grabs his tambourine and hand drums out of his delicate instruments chest. He hopes a fiddle would make its way to the fire as well, for a bit of melody, but rhythm is the most important bit for a dance.
He heads out the door to the fire, and sits by the side, leaving a wide enough space for dancers. Grinning from ear to ear, he starts to tap out a soft, idle melody on the drums.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:52 pm
Caroline feels the familiar tug on her heartstings and smiles slowly. She looks over to Voltaire to make sure it isn't just her imagination. "An ordering ceremony?" she asks questioningly. She giggles softly and drops a little kiss on his nose. "Means I'll get to dance again, 'round the fire. Will ye play?"
Meanwhilst, Ro had been in Taniel's wagon with Solas. She'd been trying to clean up the wagon--now that there aren't any Banya other than Vahe around, it isn't such a disaster area. She'd been putting the various charms in order when she feels the call.
Solas quiets down when he feels this odd sensation. He looks down his shirt for a string or something pulling on him. Confused, he looks over to Ro. "Stwing?"
Ro smiles at her brother and scoops him up. She opens the door and waits for Vahe to land on her shoulder before heading out to the fire.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:08 pm
Voltaire wrinkled his nose a tad at Caroline’s kiss upon the nose. It was odd being involved with someone when months before had been just a good friend. Yet they seemed to make each other happy and content and thus the half-elf did not question it at all. He nodded to Caroline’s first question, “Seems to be.” He said patiently and then nodded once more at her second, “You know I would jump at a chance.”
Annjette had gotten a bit of a head start on everyone and was already at the fire. She was happy for her father and for Caroline but having had her father for herself for so long she also had small twinges of jealousy now that he has to divide up his time a little. Still, for now, she bore it well enough and was content to let the feeling of light bitterness remain nothing but a seed in her heart. Quietly she sat with Q upon her lap and quietly petted at the ermine’s damp fur. The silly creature had been up to its antics once more.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:15 pm
Caroline smiles. "Then I'll be off to m' own wagon to get in my costume. I dinna get the chance to wear it often, ye know." She slides away and out of the wagon. She practically skips across the circle, feeling like a giddy girl, and to her own wagon. Quickly she dresses in her brilliant costume, replete with bells and zils and lots of shiny bangles. She does a little twirl in her little mirror before heading out to the fire.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:24 pm
Voltaire meanwhile gathered his instrument, got up and wandered on forth to the fire. He was busily tuning his fiddle once he had arrived and sat down, near Annjette, for she was his daughter despite what happened and he was determined to show that she was still his life despite of the changes.
Annjette merely glanced at her father and favored him with but a half smile but otherwise she said nothing to him for the moment. She had things to think about.
The half-elf returned the smile, in full, before he went along tuning the instrument and gave Caroline a nod as she came to the fire. “Took you long enough,” he called out teasingly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:30 pm
"Oi, you didna have to change!" she teases back.
As soon as Ro and Solas near the fire, Solas wiggles down and runs to Annjette. "Black Pwetties!" He hugs her legs.
Rojiza chases after Solas, making sure he doesn't trip and fall near the fire. She sits on Annjette's other side. She'd rather sit with her than Mother. Caroline had spent ever waking thought on Voltaire lately; had completely forgotten that she has two children. Ro had taken up caring for Solas. Thank the gods she didn't have to teach him to speak.
Caroline swishes her hips to Baptiste's rhythm. "Might I borrow your tambourine?" she inquires. Already her feet and legs long to dance.
"Of course, fair lady," responds Baptiste. He pauses in his drumming for a moment to give her the tambourine. "Tamlin should be here shortly; she'll join you in dancing, I'm sure."
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:44 pm
“True enough,” he replied and then began to start up a tune upon his stringed instrument pretty much falling into a song on his own and left others to follow him or be left behind.
Annjette laughed lightly as Q, warned by the running sound of small feet, scampered up to her shoulder to watch the young by as he ran up and then hugged his mistress’ legs. Quietly Annjette bent to pull Solas unto her lap to give him a proper hug and an affectionate kiss on the forehead. Though he was one of the only young children she ever interacted with, he was her favorite. The swan girl also favored her friend a small sympathetic smile as they were both going through the same change but in different degrees. “Hello, Ro, does the day find you well?” her voice was gentle and quiet.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:50 pm
Delightedly Baptiste switches his drumming to match Voltaire's tune. He gives it a nice, lively, danceable beat.
Caroline finds the rhythm with her body first. Her bare feet slap the ground softly as she steps to and fro in time with the music. Slowly the melody works its way up her body and she feels the dance break free. She's in almost a trance as she begins to move with a grace impossible for her stocky figure. The tambourine begins to shake in her hand as she beats out a chattery rhythm to match everything.
Rojiza nods. She writes on her paper: Peaceful. I spent much of the day in Taniel's wagon, just cleaning and looking after Solas. And you?
Solas settles happily in her lap. He claps chubby hands along with the music, giggling and watching his mother.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:15 pm
it was dark therefore Zak was sleeping. he was curled up under the wagon next to Rana snuffling and running a little in his sleep as if fleeing dire rabbits.
Rana woke up with a start at the sound of a thing that wasn't a sound hit her brain, the shimmer thingy that had made her be a dog from being a not dog or something like it was up. she carefully went and stuck her cold wet nose into Zak's ear awaking him with a damp startle.
gahh stupid dog, what is it?
Rana started at speckle guy seriously speckle guy, I'm a dog she seemed to say dogs don't talk. she perked her ears, they hit the wagon and flattened at the tips. she hustled out and danced around the wagon makeing play bows and whurfing at speckle guy.
Zak buried his head in his hands and went nauarrgh which allowed the music and sounds of general revelry to hit his ears. alright party, I can do party he thought hustling out after his dog fighting over rocks and an achy-ish ribcage.
Zak stood up and brushed as much of the sandy dirt as possible, heard the music and figuring it might come in handy, dug in the back compartment for two spoons and stuck them in his pocket. Rana pranced about and wafted and waved her tail come on speckle guy time to move!
"heel stupid dog"
Rana ran off hopping like a and prancing towards the fire yur stupid speckle guy!
"stupid stupid dog" Zak cursed as he followed her.
humm gypsey party I wonder what's up?, we got fire, we got some music we got dancing... Zak looked a little harder at the dancing blinked rapidly and turned an interesting shade of pink. Zak sat down facing away from the dancing and stared into the fire through his hands.
that was, that was not good, this is a very interesting fire, oh my yes. thought Zak.
Rana saw a lap with a small fat puppy thing in it, she went over to investigate sniffing, salt mud, feathers, and baby-poop on it. very interesting!
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:28 pm
Solas claps his hands and pats the fuzzy thing, nice and gentle, like fuzzy sister had taught him with the birds. "Big bird!" he squeals, delightedly. He leans out of Annjette's lap to hug Rana about the neck, burying his nose in her fur.
Rojiza blushes and tries not to look at Zak. She instead focuses on Solas and the dog. He seems to be enjoying himself, and the dog doesn't seem dangerous....something odd about it, though...
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 12:26 am
Rana smiled a toothsome doggy smile at the puppy thing as it went for her. gently catching it in her teeth by the scruff of its back cloth as it fell off the lap and setting it down in the dirt to be washed.
lick lick lick, these people they just do not keep their puppies cleaned properly do they? lick lick lick silly thing to be covered in tasty food particles. lick lick lick
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 5:05 am
Liza was absent-mindedly steering the carriage while reading a book when she felt the tug of the Meji. Gypsy blood ran so strongly through her veins that she had to actually think before she noticed that she was steering towards something.
"Mmm, a party huh?" she found herself saying without thinking.
When it finally hit her that she was off to a party, she blinked several times and put her book down, realizing that parties meant people, and that people needed to be well fed
"Oh a party!" she cried in disbelief, rushing to the kitchen "So much to do then, so much to do."
By the time she had reached the campfire, Liza had made a large hot batch of sesame cakes, salted home cut sweet potato fries, chocolate croissants with strawberry sauce, chocolate and blueberry muffins, two kegs of hot chocolate, one of punch, one of hootch-punch [clearly labeled], and an assorted platter of fruits and vegetables for good measure.
Once she had tasted everything to make sure it was just right, changed into a fancier frilly dress than what she usually wore and curled her hair, Liza pushed one of the few secret panels in the carriage which at once launched open a large show window and windowsill from the kitchen wall and unfolded a collapsible bench from atop of the former stage platform.
It was a sudden spring-loaded mechanism which, while loud, was not nearly as loud as it had originally been when it used to send out annoying fanfare music. Instead, the whole apparatus unfolded with a quick swoosh and a clap of thunder. She then proceeded to place all of the items atop of the windowsill for people to access as well as a stack of paper plates and plastic cutlery before jumping out the back door and making her way towards the campfire.
"Hello, hello cousins. Fabulous night isn't it?" she said with a relaxing sigh as she took a seat on a log next to where a dog was sniffing and licking a small child.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 11:15 am
Tsura walked slowly towards the fire a smile tugging at her lips. She'd been in the middle of attempting to write in her journal about recent happenings when she'd felt the pull. Berit seemed to feel it too becuase the plucky little quail had been off like a shot and the dark haired woman had barely scooped her up in time to keep her from running too far ahead.
In the woman's arms Berit fussed and pecked at the constricting hands. The flames of the fire crackled so brightly and merrily and she wanted to bask in their heat.
Tsura simply held the crimson bird tight and found a seat around the fire. Spotting Rojiza she smiled at the familiar face " Hello again."
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 11:31 am
Rojiza smiles much more warmly than usual at the woman. She'd given a Banya to this one, she recalls. Anything to distract her from Zak. She pulls out her pad and charcoal.
Hello. Have you given a name to the Banya yet? she offers the pad to Tsura. She isn't much for, er, smalltalk.
Solas giggles madly. The big birdy tickles! He laughs and laughs, and kicks and bats gently at his assailant's big wet nose.
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