With a faraway look in her eyes, Fatima fingered the lute. Yual had been here, but he was gone. She'd seen him, surely, but she'd lost him during the momentary distraction by the bard. She glanced at him. He was surrounded by friends it seemed, and looked much happier now. Perhaps this lute was the embodiment of sadness, for her heart started breaking the moment she picked it up.


She had long ago forgotten how to cry, but tears welled in her heart. She began to sink into an empty chair when from the bar she heard, "I WAS FIVE! How would you FEEL?"

Alarmed, she looked at Morden. He calmed her with a barely perceptable wave of his hand. It was okay. The young man softened and looked almost embarassed as he pardoned himself and walked quickly out of the tavern.


Fatima had the urge to follow him.

Ayslyn shook his head, grinning. "No lass, it was a fine tale, and finely told." He watched, out of the corner of his eye, as Shamis left, and Fatima followed. He hoped that the lass would be able to help him.

 

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<Smiling, Raelian averted his gave from the fair lady in front of him and looked up to the clear night sky before turning back to her.

"Nay lady, this place is new to me, but i've been here for several hours. Tis a peaceful and jovial place. I'm afraid that I don't want to leave it" <Raelian flashed a grin as he loked back at the tavern, seeing the many peoples gathered and still laughing and drinking, taking a second look to make sure once again that he was not dreaming.>


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Sipping her ale, Tayana raised an eyebrow at Ayslyn. "Okay, yer turn, ye owe me a new tale, since ye've told me the same one 'bout three times now."

Yual stood there, her cloak and book in his hands, looking around the room. All of a sudden he caught a glimpse of Fatima, her head poking over the sholder of someone he didnt recognize. Yual making his way through the tavern occupiants, one troll in particular impeding his movements. He heard a familiar voice and looked twords the source. "Just what has shorty gotten himself into?" thought Yual, resuming his trek through the array of chairs and tables. Finally he slipped up behind Fatima and bent to whisper in her ear, "e should nae leave these lying about darling."

She took a step towards the door to follow the troubled young man, but stopped suddenly when she felt someone come up behind her. When Fatima heard her love's voice whisper in her ear, her heart leapt for joy! In her haste to turn around and embrace him, she dropped the lute on the floor.

Yual bent to pick her up as she threw her arms around his neck and held him fast. Happiness radiated from the pair in their silent greeting.

Carys smiled shyly at the burly knight.

"aye tis a beautful night," she replied to his looking back out at the sky.

"Go back and enjoy thyself my lord. Ye look as tho ye could still use some cheerin up."


She gazed at him with her sage-green eyes.

"I too wish not to leave, for I have seen a miracle here this day."


She curtseys humbly to him and smiles warmly at him.


"Twas my pleasure to meet thee My Lord. If ye wish to remember my name I am always willing to help with what ever ye stand in need of."


She smiles again and begins to slip past him out the door.

The Highlander glanced around the room and saw faces from all of the realm. All of whom sat and laughed together. Many of them may have been people he had faced in battle yet, for some reason, he had not even the slightest urge to confront them here. He would do nothing to disturb the peace of this place.


Then he saw the cleric Daphnie. He thought of waving her over to him but decided against it. This night was his chance to just sit and listen. For once, he did not have to take part in any of the bantering.


He rather enjoyed that thought.

Raelian gently grabs the girl by the arm to stop her.


"Would'st thou tell me of thy name so that I may remember it?"

She looks up into his eyes and blushes.


"I be sorry my lord." she curtseyes low and humbly.


"I be carys." she pauses for a second


"If'n ye need my proper name and title it be

Carys Ardeth of Greywolfe

High Priestess to the Goddess

from the Order of the Gryphon"


She stood quietly waiting for his response.

For when she told them there was always a reaction and response.