Time Stamp 90th day of Fall 513, Amethyst Clan Pavilions. Around 20th bell.
The fires amid the tent city of Endrykas twinkle brightly against the dark of the sea of grass. The smoke of the fires burning acrid of what was the usual fuel for fires for people amid the plains areas, with no easy supply of fire wood. The night air crackled with the flames but also with voices of those that chose to extend their time of levity, in song, dance and story telling.
Amid the pavilions, all tinged with the purple of the Amethyst clan color for here was where that clan set up their families for the night, were a group of Drykas. Some were Windchasers, and among those was a sight that was still new. A red headed former dancer with a soft smile on her face. Her blue eyes watching the dancers with only a small amount of wistfulness within their depths, though her hands clapped along with the music being played by another family using wooden flutes and drum beats.
The music was not what she was used to dancing to in the city, but it was pleasing to her ear, and it took a bit more of her will power then she wanted to admit to not jumping up and joining the fun amongst the dancers. Instead she drew a light blanket around her shoulders, though there really wasn't too bad of a chill in the air. At least, not compared to what she expected her parents were having to ward off with their own fires in Syliras.
No, she enjoyed the music firmly pushing the thoughts of her parents from her mind. "Let us hear a story!" She calls out, in common for her Pavi was still poor at very best but the best way to learn a language was to immerse herself in it.
The fires amid the tent city of Endrykas twinkle brightly against the dark of the sea of grass. The smoke of the fires burning acrid of what was the usual fuel for fires for people amid the plains areas, with no easy supply of fire wood. The night air crackled with the flames but also with voices of those that chose to extend their time of levity, in song, dance and story telling.
Amid the pavilions, all tinged with the purple of the Amethyst clan color for here was where that clan set up their families for the night, were a group of Drykas. Some were Windchasers, and among those was a sight that was still new. A red headed former dancer with a soft smile on her face. Her blue eyes watching the dancers with only a small amount of wistfulness within their depths, though her hands clapped along with the music being played by another family using wooden flutes and drum beats.
The music was not what she was used to dancing to in the city, but it was pleasing to her ear, and it took a bit more of her will power then she wanted to admit to not jumping up and joining the fun amongst the dancers. Instead she drew a light blanket around her shoulders, though there really wasn't too bad of a chill in the air. At least, not compared to what she expected her parents were having to ward off with their own fires in Syliras.
No, she enjoyed the music firmly pushing the thoughts of her parents from her mind. "Let us hear a story!" She calls out, in common for her Pavi was still poor at very best but the best way to learn a language was to immerse herself in it.
