©
2003 I. Chishti
Dance all Ye Ellith
Eldarin Calendar
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IC time is: Dawn < About 5:35 AM >
IC day is: Ormenel
IC date is: 26 Echuir
Moon phase: First Quarter
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 3 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor
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RL time: Sat Jan 04 20:51:49 2003
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As the gathering in the Hall of Fire begins to swell, Lothalwen returns to her place near the fire. "I would very much like another song," she tells NiNin, who's not far away. "Something cheering and bright. A song of spring? If you have one, since spring is upon us."
As Thileithel departs, Gaeluial, seated by the fire, finally shakes off the last of the somber mood that poem placed upon him. "Tis a fair night, is it not?" Indeed, the fire cast a cheery light around the hall. He smiles faintly at NiNin, who is seated near him, "A cheerful song would warm everyone's heart, I believe."
Duinlas looks up from his writing and smiles embarassedly, remembering that he isn't alone and should be more attentive. Nodding generally at what is said as he attempts to pretend he had followed along from the start.
There's a rattle from the service cart, though Dairwenraiel makes a big show of looking as if she has no idea how it happened. With failed stealth, she tugs the cart back where it was, then plucks up a bit of bread. A whole new world of challenges is discovered when the elleth finds herself with one less hand to corral her skirts. She settles for a covert parade march of sorts, kicking the hem out of the way of her feet with exaggerated steps.
Silivren walks into the hall and is surprised by the large group of people. "Mae govannen," she says, seeing a few edhil she knows and more she doesn't. She walks to the cart, picks up a peach pie, and sits among the edhil
The doors to the hall of fire open again to admit Tinnuolm who proceeds to waves to the edhil that are around and take a seat with a glass of red wine.
Dawn's colorful approach is matched by light footsteps in the hall and bright, verdant eyes peering in from beyond the door. The coming of spring is foretold in the blush of Amarelei's cheeks, her windswept hair framing delicate features set in an inquisitive face.
Her entrance is tempered in pace and furthered in grace when the young gardener discovers quendi already seated within. Though her gaze flickers over each those present, shyness allows it to rest nowhere for long. Pale, delicate hands clasp self-consciously behind Amarelei's waist, almost as if she seeks to hide them.
Lothalwen eyes the bottles on the cart, now rapidly emptying. She leaves the hall on silent feet so as not to disturb the tale tellers and singers as they spin their magic...and goes to fetch more wine.
Dairwenraiel looks to the lighteNing skies and tugs up her skirts from before her feet, moving out.
Duinlas closes his eyes briefly and then opens them, a smile spreading across his face. His voice comes suddenly like a warm wind from the south, filling the Hall with a pleasant melody along with lyrics.
'O Orofarne, Lassemista, CarNinrie!'
Looking around with a glint of light in his eye his voice rises in timber
'O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay!
O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day,'
Now his voice drops in pitch and bellows low and deep it is comical.
'Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft:
Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft!'
Again his voice rises and his voice becomes somber,
O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey;
Your crown is spilled your voice is stilled for ever and a day.
O Orofarne, Lassemista, CarNinrie!
The music draws Gaeluial out of his silent contemplation, and he raises his glass in toast, "Well sung." He enjoys a good tune as much as the next elf, especially a well sung one. Glancing around, he finds the hall has filled up some, much to his surprise. The morNing has brought in new people with it, and he stands, bowing to the recent arrivals. "Fair morNing to you all."
Duinlas nods at the complement and smiles, drawing a glass of wine for himself.
Duinlas fills his crystal glass with a red wine.
Graceful sidesteps, nearly a shuffle, bring Amarelei past the others to a seat near the fire. Departures, as well as the arrival of Tinnuolm immediately before her, draws a curious glance before firelight reappears in her eyes as the elleth's focus - one that fades only at the rising of song.
As beautiful as the melody is, Amarelei's pursed lips speak of some criticism that remains unspoken. "A lovely tune, aye... but I care not for sadness and melancholy on so fair a day," she intones softly, as if barely contaiNing a smile behind her soft words. A nod and briefly flashed smile is her returned greeting to Gaeluial.
Duinlas bows low and smiles, "Perhaps you would enjoy a more lively tune?"
Silivren smiles at the song. She loves music, whether it comes from herself or others. "Perhaps I could accompany you on the harp," she says to the singer.
Duinlas nods, "Surely, I would be honoured."
Silivren rises, finishing her pie, and sits down by the harp in the corner. Her fingers lightly brush the strings as she tunes it. "What shall we sing?" she asks.
"That I would, and you are kind to offer it!" Amarelei replies with unabashed eagerness, her smile growing brighter as she rises to her feet. "Though with so fine a singer, and so esteemed an accompanist.... I wonder if there are any who would dance?" The young Galthor's smooth alto lilts, almost mischeviously, and her eyes flicker around the room.
Duinlas says, "We must make a cheerful tune, allow me a moment to think. Perhaps while I think, some may choose dance partners."
Tinnuolm however compared to the other arrived elleth just nods her head in adknowedgment of the wonderful music and firelight shine on silver hair. She takes a sip of the red wine and look up again to finally say from her darker courner of the room, "Yes a livly tune would be apreciated." She is quiet then though light blue eyes spakle with amusment.
"A dance?" Gaeluial may not consider himself a good singer, but dancing was an activity he enoyed immensely. Rising to his feet, he places his glass off to one side, "I, for one, would be happy to dance in this fair light."
Silivren says, "And what is your name?" Silivren asks the singer, before they begin. "I would be glad to know what to call such a skilled edhel.""
Duinlas smiles and bows, "Duinlas, I am, and returned to my home I believe I have... now... just a moment..."
A light chuckle speaks of Amarelei's delight to see Gaeluial join her on her feet. Yet eyes of gilded green alight last upon Tinnuolm, the bright spirit of youth in their depths. "And would you appreciate such merriment enough to honor it with a dance, mellon? Or must we entreat you with more of the Miruvorthaer's finer wines for your efforts?" She inquires playfully, a wink marking her jest.
Tinnuolm looks up at the elleth and quickly stand up, "I'd love to onor the song with a dance but who shall dance with me?" StaNing up straight so is quite tall even for an elf and thoose same eyes now laugh as she looks around the room.
Duinlas looks at his accompaNing harpist and smiles softly, "And your name, fair lady, before we begin?"
As Gaeliual stands, a friend runs up, whispering in his ear. Heaving a sigh of disappointment, he shakes his head, "My appologize, but I have a matter to attend to. If I can, I will return later." With footsteps heavy with disappointment, he departs.
"My name is Silivren," she says with a smile. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
"I confess to now wonder the same," Amarelei chimes in after Tinnuolm, brow furrowing thoughtfully as Gaeluial departs. "Though if the edhil leave us without partners, we ellith shall have to make do on our own, shall we not?"
Duinlas nods and looks to Silivren, "When you are ready."
Duinlas says, "Something quick, of course, I'll match you."
The courners of Tinnuolm mouth now twitch upwards and she breaks out to a smile, "Sounds like a plan to me." She holds out her hand upwards for Amarelei to take and bows her head down slightly. She looks up from her positions, "Shall I be your edhil?"
Silivren says, "I am ready. What tune shall we use?""
Duinlas thinks briefly trying to remember the tune, and them hums a light and quick stepped tune softly to Silivren.
Silivren hums the tune back, than begins to play a short introduction. Her skilled fingers move daintily over the strings, picking out a counterpoint to Duinlas's melody.
Duinlas stands and listens to the tune of the harp fill the Hall. Then picking up his voice he begins a quick paced song full of rhyme.
Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together!
The wind's in the tree-top, the wind's in the heather;
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.
"Most noble of you, mellon!" Amarelei chuckles as she takes Tinnuolm's hand, her feet falling into step with the growing melody that Duinlas and Silivren weave. "Ah, but what shall I call you, my dance partner? I am Amarelei, keeper of the Herdir's gardens, but I fear I know not what you are called."
The grin stays on Tinnuolm face as she leads Amarelei in the dance and she quickly answers without losing a beat, "I am called Tinnuolm, apprentice healer and squire of the imladris guards." She moves in tune with the music for though dancing is not a specialty of hers she has done a fair amount of it.
Silivren taps her foot as she plays, getting caught up in the joyful rhythm. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the dancers, amused at the thought of the elleth dancing together.
Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.
Dairwenraiel walks back in with a bit of sweet she's probably pilfered from the kitchen. Her eyebrows raise at the inpromtu dance and the maiden pauses to watch, finishing off her snack.
Mischief remains, though faint, in spoken sentiment and sparkling smile. Indeed Amarelei's feet acquire more of a lift with each note upon the harp, each word proudly sung. "I am honored to make your acquaintance, Tinnuolm," the Galthor echoes with playfully exaggerated formality belied by the twinkle in her eye. With a grace inherent in the race of elves, the ellith pivots around Tinnuolm's lead.
As a flurry of harp notes takes to the air, so does Amarelei float on tiptoe into a balletic spin, bringing her closer to where Dairwenraiel observes. Without giving it a moment's thought - for surely few moments are free in passing - the ellith thrusts out a hand for the young Tellenistril to grab, should she choose to join the merry whirlwind of this comical dance.
Tinnuolm inclines her head slightly the the other elleth and smiles again, the dance getting the best of her and changing her earlier mood of solitude to a livlier one. "As I am honered to make all of yours." She says this loud enough for the whole room to hear and follows Amarelei's leads for the other elleth to join.
Spring green eyes widen as the hand is offered and Dairwenraiel hesitates. With a simple shrug, the maiden grabs the hand with little idea just what goes on. Yet she laughs with honest amusement at the wild fun as she attempt to both follow the pattern and not trip on her skirts.
"Three ellith now dance! How many singers and harpists can claim such in their repertoire?" Amarelei laughs with a bright smile to Duinlas and Silivren, her words then tempered so as not to disturb the music. But her enthusiasm is not easily hidden, for ever do her steps quicken and heighten both, tugging more firmly now at Tinnuolm and Dairwenraiel's hands as the dance opens into a quicker step.
As Silivren becomes more accustomed to the tune, she adds flourishes, changing from counterpoint to melody to descant and back again. Suddenly, her notes become a strong rhythm as another elleth joins the dance. She smiles at Amarelei's comment and continues to play.
Duinlas 's eyes flash with amusement, but not taking his voice from it's task, as another dancer joins the fray and matches the melody of Silivren's harp following her lead without hesitation. His voice floating through the tops of the Hall and bouncing downward again.
Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together!
Light is the day, and the songs rise hither!
Hair is streaming and the dancers are gay;
Keep your faces smiling, young is the day!
Tinnuolm's feet lift lighter and faster as the song goes one. Twirling in the group of elleth she laugher lightly and enjoys the dance emensly.
Dairwenraiel's skirt whirls out at her feet, revealing golden slippers as the hem ripples up from the floor in waves as the triad turn. Her ringing laugh is honest, with no remorse at it's place or volume.
Her own voice is more modest in its fluidity and tone than that of a Linnor, but Amarelei hums a gentle compliment of her own to the tune of the musicians' song. After only a few moments, what is harmonious by nature rises and wavers upon the air as the elleth nearly loses her footing after an attempt at a spin - perhaps one too exuberant for a humble gardener to endeavor. Nevertheless, she stumbles but for a moment, a nervous giggle dismissing her mistake.
Silivren smiles at Amarelei's humming as she continues her accompaNinent. Spurred on by the talent of the dancing ellith, she plays more and more complicated trills and glides. Her fingers swoop on the strings like graceful birds or leaves in the wind.
Duinlas 's voice follows the complicated sound of the harp, sounding at times to be more than a single voice and coming from above and below and around, his feet tapping as he begins dancing in place with the fast-passed tune, his eyes closed tight.
Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Your feet are spinNing and heads in a tither!
Joy we must be making and body we must free!
For on we go now and together move like the sea!
Tinnuolm laughs again at Amarelei's stumble but not in critisium and firms her grip to help keep the elleth on her feet.
Dairwenraiel looks to the singer and thinks he's far to removed from the joy he's created. And what use is dancing by one's self. She release the hand in her left and tugs to lead the dancers towards Duinlas.
Not wanting to see the joyful dance end, Silivren continues into a fast-paced improvisation of the melody. The music soars, seeming to carry the dancers. Tapping her feet, she becomes part of the rhythms and loses herself in her own kind of dance.
Once more nearly stumbling out of her otherwise graceful movements in the process, Amarelei follows Dairwenraiel's lead toward Duinlas. Gold-flecked green eyes open wide as the dance turns in a direction she apparently didn't expect. "At times I think my feet to be more steady in water than on land!" the fishermaiden murmurs, half to herself.
Duinlas finds a lack of hands is a problem, but nonetheless takes a hand each of the new elleth and Amarelei and joins the throng of dancers, spiriting his merry voice above their laughter and smiling widely as he attempts to dance with three at once.
Dance all ye ellith, now we dance together!
Your hair is spinNing and my foot is as a feather!
Laugh loud and laugh long for we are just beginNing!
Later stars shall shine and drinks we shall be sipping!
Tinnuolm smiles at her dance partners and follows the new direction, "I am much better myself on firm ground...I comes from having a forester for a twin." She shakes her head and laughs at the lyrics to the song now, "Truely wonderful!"
Dairwenraiel's spring green eyes twinkle with mischief as well as mirth as she slides a slender arm about Duinlas' waist as the edhel's eyes are shut. With a whirl, the elleth tugs the singer back into a circle as she slips her fingers in his, nodding to Tinnuolm to reach for his other.
Duinlas becomes aware of being moved, and opens his eyes brightly gazing at the elleth he doesn't know the name of, but still his voice is caught in his own song, playing off the melody of Silivren's harp.
From across the cluster of dancers as it begins to resemble a circle, Amarelei casts an impish grin towards Dairwenraiel and Duinlas before eyes alight last upon Silivren. "Ah, but there is yet one apart!" she claims, earthen brown hair streaming wildly over her features, in which the determination of her scheming might be seen.
Silivren smiles gently as she plays. "I would love to join the dance, but I can't play and dance at the same time."
Tinnuolm slips the hand not holding Amarelei's around the other side of Duinlas' waist so the singer is brought into the dancers circle completely. She grins and nods towards the harp player, "Understandable but I'm sure we can think of something..." She looks to the other elleth's for ideas as they continue the twirling dance.
Duinlas grins happily and continues his song, carried away by the dancers' whims!
Now we dance together, let us dance faster!
If our feet stop, it shall be a disaster!
Move us faster, Silivren, make our heads light!
For now we desire the rhythm a new height!
"Fear not, o Harpist fair!" Amarelei calls brightly in a near-chuckle to Silivren, "for we require not your hands to draw you into the web we weave." This said, the young gardener skips around behind the elleth, nudging her gently toward the circle's center, doing her best to pay heed to the delicacy and precision needed to pluck the strings properly.
Silivren laughs out loud at the mention of her in the song. She plays even faster and more rhythmically, gleefully keeping time with the whirling dancers.
Tinnuolm parts her hand from Amarelei's to let the harpest into the center of the cicle then lightly takes the hand again, "Perfect idea Amarelei." The dance continues with the laugher of elleth and the song of Duinlas.
Dairwenraiel delights in the frivolity of the moment, lifting her face up as the group spins so her auburn hair fan out behind. The awkward placement of skirts is replaced with a innate grace with insecurity in elegant bearing forgotten. Another laugh escapes between the elleth's lips as the dancers continue to step out their own pattern of magic.
The matter he had to attend to dealt with, Gaeluial returns to the singing and dancing. His face brightens considerably when he sees the festivities have continued. Springing up near the dancers, he gives a slight bow, "Is there room for another?" His easy smile lights up his face.
Silivren concentrates on her harp strings, trying not become dizzy as the elleth circle her. She laughs as she becomes part of the dance. She nods a greeting to Gaeluial and lifts into a descant, then descends back to the melody, still tapping her foot.
Duinlas breaks his following of the melody with the harp and counters now in a deep and clear voice that rises to the ceiling of the Great hall, the fires seeming to burn bright as the merriment reaches new heights.
Quick is the harp and fast are the feet!
Listen to the dust dance from our meet!
As long as we sing, so shall we dance!
With harp song as bright as a lance!
Duinlas closes his eyes again and is lost in the music.
Once Silivren is successfully ensnared within the whirl of skirts and light-footed dancers, Amarelei reaches for Tinnuolm's hand again. But before she seeks another to close the circle, the young gardener beckons Gaeluial with the flicker of her wrist and an inviting smile. "But should you wish to join at last, do be quick about it! We shall flail beyond control of our feet, should any step misplace to follow it."
Quickly picking up the rhythm, Gaeluial slips into line, taking up the hands as he becomes a part of the ring. "Do not fear, for I am of Ninble feet!" He lets out a merry laugh, and the circle continues, spinNing around Silivren. "I've yet to fall, or cause anyone else too...except perhaps by my dreadful singing."
"Ah! Joy makes our hearts light and our footsteps sure." Dairwenraiel calls in reply to the sky, with her head still thrown back. The elf maiden lifts her head and looks once more at her partners and her rose lips curl into a grin. "Besides, if I fall, I will not do so alone." She punctuates the teasing threat with a tighter hold on the dancers about her.
Duinlas brings his voice up to a clear high tone and sings now with his eyes open, gazing at the throng of spinNing dancers around him.
Long have we danced and we do not tire
Yet our mirth consumes us all as a great fire
Shall We dance until the ending of our day?
Or shall we end now What you say?
Yea, cry we, Yea!
Taking a cue from the music itself, Amarelei turns in a final spin, releasing her hands only to applaud the efforts of her companions. "A morNing well spent, mellyn. As sad as I am to see it end, surely I would have danced all day, had it not. And little would the gardens profit from my absence ere the coming of spring. So do I bid you all farewell!" Thus with a whisper of skirts in a step resembling the dance they created, Amarelei offers a wave ere disappearing into the hallway.
Tinnuolm swirls in the dance but for the first time her steps falter and she tumbles onto her knees though even it looks gracefull on the tall elf. She sits in a laughing heap as she claps. Pulling herself up she shakes her head and says, "Thank you for the dance everyone but I must be off." With that she escapse out of the hall.
Duinlas bows to Silivren, "I have exhausted my lyrics to your melody."
Duinlas bows to the dancers and smiles in mirth.
Dairwenraiel whirls to a stop in place as the dancers break apart. There's almost a sorrowful expression as the music winds to an end, and she arranges her lips into a small pout. As there is a mass exodus, she sees chance at any further such entertainment become more and more fleeting. She dips in a proper if sloppy in it's haste curtsey to the singer and harpist. "Lovely, thank you."
Silivren plays a final flourish and ends the melody on a trill. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks are flushed like she had been dancing herself. "Excellent song, mellon," she says to Duinlas. "And excellent dancing. I regret that I, too, must go and take care of my duties." She curtsies, and leaves the hall.
Dairwenraiel watches everyone leave and rocks a bit from the ball of her feet to the heels. She looks to Duinlas then says quietly. "I think your trilling scared away our revealers." The grin that her lips spreads into matches the teasing mirth in her eyes.
Duinlas chuckles, "I think you have not had enough wine to think that then!"
"It has all ready ended, and I have only just arrived." Gaeluial lets out a laugh, "Though I expect you all have been dancing even while I was pulled away, so its not so sudden for you." He bows to those present, "Thank you for allowing me to join you, if only for a little while."
Duinlas smiles and toasts to the fine elves in the hall, "I am afraid due to the length of the song, I do not know either of your names. Although I am Duinlas, recently returned to my home here." He looks at Gaeluial and Dairwenraeiel
Dairwenraiel replies to Gaeluial. "Pity they scattered like spooked doves." She seems honestly disappointed in that then looks to Duinlas. "Were I to have more wine would I be a more kind judge?" Her nose wrinkles as she continues to tease the edhel. She dips in a swift curtsey, graceful for all her lack of care. "Dairwenraiel."
"And I am Gaeluial." Bowing as he says his name, Gaeluial smiles, "And while I have not the quantity of wine in me as others, I found the singing and playing both excellent." He glances around with a sad sigh, "It would seem, though, that the time for play has ended."
Duinlas offers a glass of Culromen to Dairwenraiel, "Then I shall drink until you spout your priase or I fall to the floor and care no more!" Then turNing to Gaeluial he smiles, "Then join me in drink, and perhaps we shall have more song and dance ere the day is over."
Duinlas takes another sip from his wineglass.
Dairwenraiel laughs then says softly. "Is that how you've gained your skill? By inebriating your audience?" The elleth smiles to Gaeluial. "The time for play never ends, simply the nature of the mirth. Joy can be found even in mundane tasks. Or so I remind myself when I cut wood."
"Well spoken, Dairwenraiel. We must take joy in the tasks of life, or we will grow weary of this world before our time." Gaeluial bows to the young elleth. TurNing to Duinlas, "I would happily drink with you, a chance for rest before I must complete my day's duties." Pouring himself a glass of the red, he sips, then looks pleased, "A most excellent vintage."
Duinlas chuckles, "Then take joy in sipping wine. It is a very simple task."
Dairwenraiel takes the offered glass and gestures to the seats by the fire. "Shall we sit then?" She does not wait for agreement, but moves towards the fire. The action is not one of arrogance, but more logical assumption.
Duinlas sits near the fire, taking two bottles of wine with him, and filling his glass as he walks to the fire.
Crossing the floor, Gaeluial takes up a comfortable seat near the fire. ExamiNing the color of the wine through the light the fire casts, he muses out loud. "Such a simple pleasure, the drinking of wine, and yet the task of making it is so complex." He then laughs, "Oh, to listen to me, one would think I had all ready consumed too much."
Dairwenraiel drops into a seat before the fire on the floor, legs tucked beside her. There's a child's comfort in the position as though chairs still held too much responsibility of bearing. Yet the maiden has enough forethought to carefully arrange her skirts about her.
Duinlas sips his wine from the bottle, staring into the fire, "I wouldn't want to make wine. It is too much labour"
Duinlas laughs, "Oh my. I forgot part of my song anyway!"
"So tell me, Dairwenraiel, how old are you now? Have you given any thought to what you'd like to do, once you come of age?" Gaeluial gives the maiden a kindly smile. "Duinlas, I must agree, I am cut out for different work than wine making, although it may not be less laborous in nature. A toast, though, to the wine makers, for keeping us well stocked!"
Duinlas hefts the bottle and cries, "To the wine makers!"
Walking into the Hall of Fire, NiNin, hums softly, loosing herself silently in the tune, thinking of words that could fit it's melody. Her eyes stop, spotting other quendi here, she curtseys slight to them. "Mae govannen, mellyn," she offers warmly, before she sees Gaeluial, which causes her to laugh, hearing his toast. "Ah, toasting still?" she asks, teasing him.
Duinlas smiles and hefts his other bottle of wine, "Well met indeed! Come join us, we are enjoying the simple tasks in life!" Then with slow afterthought he adds, "And I am Duinlas! Returned here home after some time."
Dairwenraiel snorts at Gaeluial's questions an feigns dramatics. 'Not you as well. Oh the great expectations piled upon my slender shoulders. Aye me!" The maiden shrugs. 'I have spoken with my father and while he's not entirely convinced it is the most...auspicious profession, he is pleased I have made a choice."
Duinlas says, "What is your choice then? For not all of us here have been up to date with your going ons."
"Making a choice is good. I'm quite a bit older than you, and I've just made one myself, I'm joiNing the Istfariath myself." Gaeluial smiles up at NiNin, "Come drink with us! And no, I haven't been toasting and drinking all this time. I've spent some time away, taking care of matters."
Dairwenraiel giggles. "Despite Arglin's best efforts I'm sure. A woodmaster. Tracker specifically." She sips from her glass, a bit of youthful glee at the act as though she were indulging in something previous forbidden. "My mother softly laments my lacking her gift for singing, though she'll never speak the words."
Duinlas nods and mmms quickly, dowNing another glug of wine. Becomine quite happy.
Laughing at Duinlas' warm welcome, NiNin can't help but be drawn over, nodding as for a drink. "Well then, I can not say no, to such simple, yet enjoyable tasks." She looks to the other woman, nodding towards her, walking in on some sort of business, that she has no doubt. "I do hope I am not interuding," she offers, before taking a seat. She chuckles, nodding to Gaeluial that she would take a drink, chuckling to him. "Ahh, but do you have witnesses that can back up what you say?"
Duinlas says, "You only missed a lovely song and dance. By some time now, but it was lovely."
Pointing to Dairwenraiel, Gaeluial nods, "Yes, indeed, for she was here when I returned, and the last of the singing and dancing ended." Casting a glance at the maiden for support, he gives her a wink, "A tracker, tis a noble task, I think. You shall enjoy it, I believe."
"I am sure there will be another song and dance about the hall at some time tonight. It seems the home of such things," she says with a chuckle as she sips her drink. She looks to Dairwenraiel, nodding in agreement. "It is a very noble profression indeed, and a worthwhile one I would think." She chuckles, shaking her head about the gowns though. "I.. would tend to agree with you on such matters as dress. I do not think it would look good, as you climbed a tree."