<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4232147#msg4232147">Quote from: Leorobin on 07-02-2011, 20:42:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kalaj moved in the circle after Apple, relieved that they seemed to be move to allow him in. His sight moved to those in the center, he couldn't quite discern any form, besides that of sticks, in the bundles they held, not that he tried too much. His attention was drawn by the glint of the fire on the steel, his eyes began following the dance that ensued. He wasnot familiar with the sarista costums, both he had seen tantara briefly and he believed he recognized a step of two, but he couldn't be sure. Still the dance itself amused him greatly, his eyes following the movements of both pairs the best he could, mainly watching the way their bodies and blades moved. <br/><br/>The appearance of the groom and bride with a sword drew a slight grin to his face, he wondered if this was a common practice in this type of celebrations, since most seemed to know what to do. Either way his attention remained with the ones that held swords as the music continued. He would clap if the sarista around him did, the grin from before still in his mouth, it was an interesting night indeed...And he hoped it would remain interesting as he glanced around him for Apple, unsure if he had ended close or not.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Apple was close enough, just several steps away. She smiled at him, but didn't make a motion to get close again, instead watching attentively what Kalaj would do. She was talking with a tall Sarista male, and snippets of their conversation could be heard even without moving closer.<br/>"Is cousin here? You ...(unheard, accompanied by pointing a finger at him)... bring her!", Apple says.<br/>The man shrugs, looking apologetic. "Not that I know. She's late, obvi... (several words are lost again over the rumble of the crowd)... making a fool of herself, if her gift to the newlyweds is not good enough! But she's... (unheard again, but accompanied by a sharp gesture with his right hand, as if cutting something, or underscoring a point)!"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4232163#msg4232163">Quote from: MadPanda on 07-02-2011, 20:47:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia seems to sag with relief for a moment, then regards the ceremony with an appreciative eye (at least concerning the bladework).  She also looks around for the female Muse again as if trying to puzzle out how best to approach her again...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>A female Muse is close enough, indeed. And she's looking at Adjia, and smiling as if knowing something that other people don't. Or maybe like cats smile to mouses.<br/>Still, her imp-translator is silent.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Small boys and girls run inside the round clearing where the sword dancers were. They pick up the sheaths and wrappings that they have discarded and hand them to them. The adults put the blades back in their sheaths and handed the whole to the little ones, who ran away.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4241015#msg4241015">Quote from: Petrosity on 09-02-2011, 22:05:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala heard the distant clashing of steel along with the final rhythmic beating of Tantara as she entered the prisoner’s tent. She was a little sadden that she had picked the wrong time to leave the festivities, but she knew she was a having a hard enough time leaving the wedding celebration to take her guard as she had promised. She knew that others wanted to join the festivities as well, and perhaps she would be able to relieve another for a few hours to enjoy themselves. <br/><br/>Upon entering the inner layer of the tent, the prisoner’s sarcastic comment followed by the look of sincerity and empathy made Aevala a sick to her stomach with anger. “Save for the few that were forced to leave by your hand,” replied stoically with a warm smile. “It is sad that they missed the wedding; it was a very beautiful affair. I hope you are enjoying the music. It’s the least we can offer during your stay.” <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Ah, but I know the ones that fell by my righteous hand wouldn't attend", he -almost- laughs, as the last tunes of the tantara music died. "I was asking about some distant cousin, maybe. I saw one on the road, and she was having, shall we say, difficulties getting here in time. I pointed her to some friends of mine - and despite what you think of me, I guarantee she's still alive. Nor is she likely to have suffered too greatly, yet!"<br/>He looks at Aevala with his eyes squinted, but his tone remains even.