Post by Casi on Aug 20, 2015 19:12:58 GMT -8
Wordplay and Wine - Poet's Paradise
A warm glow of a blazing hearth, cups and treats to add into the calming atmosphere begged for a poetry session to take place. Friends, those from lands far and wide, and histories deep rooted gathered together under the roof of the Second Glance Library, to entrance others with their tales of travels and tradition. It was a small group, but those that attend may agree it was worthwhile. As was the agreement, the gracious Bane of the Ugly Duckling Tavern provided various drinks and wines for the event, allowing such to take the form of a grand little party, a welcoming sight to all whom would enter the comfort of the building two days ago.
Aradhelon gave an extravagant and heartfelt love poem, surely it would be good in wooing whomever it was aimed at. The Valesk Voice owner entertained the crowd well with his theatrics and touching prose, ending it off with a lovely proposal. "If she might have me, accept my hand, Content my soul would rest in glee. I hope to earn the gold of your band, And thus the heart and my Jewel's key."
Young Asi was quite gleeful in the event, one could tell how much love he had for the wordplay at the event. Excitement and pride in his eyes, he thought of quite the confusing but all too interesting little poem. "I sit there and stare. It would stare back, if it could. But it's eyes are gone." Perhaps it is a riddle? One is unlikely to know for sure, but that does not stop the intrigue over those words.
It shall be strongly noted that there is no order in greatness to these tales. As captivating as the dancing lights that cloak the night, each and every story holds lessons, holds a small entrance into one's one world, one's one mind. We must cherish those as if they were the most fragile of treasures, for it is through tales that we grow together in our practice. We wish to give a special thank you to these two, for having voice fill our ever-listening ears, as we wish to give a special thank you to those who attended.
A warm glow of a blazing hearth, cups and treats to add into the calming atmosphere begged for a poetry session to take place. Friends, those from lands far and wide, and histories deep rooted gathered together under the roof of the Second Glance Library, to entrance others with their tales of travels and tradition. It was a small group, but those that attend may agree it was worthwhile. As was the agreement, the gracious Bane of the Ugly Duckling Tavern provided various drinks and wines for the event, allowing such to take the form of a grand little party, a welcoming sight to all whom would enter the comfort of the building two days ago.
Aradhelon gave an extravagant and heartfelt love poem, surely it would be good in wooing whomever it was aimed at. The Valesk Voice owner entertained the crowd well with his theatrics and touching prose, ending it off with a lovely proposal. "If she might have me, accept my hand, Content my soul would rest in glee. I hope to earn the gold of your band, And thus the heart and my Jewel's key."
Young Asi was quite gleeful in the event, one could tell how much love he had for the wordplay at the event. Excitement and pride in his eyes, he thought of quite the confusing but all too interesting little poem. "I sit there and stare. It would stare back, if it could. But it's eyes are gone." Perhaps it is a riddle? One is unlikely to know for sure, but that does not stop the intrigue over those words.
It shall be strongly noted that there is no order in greatness to these tales. As captivating as the dancing lights that cloak the night, each and every story holds lessons, holds a small entrance into one's one world, one's one mind. We must cherish those as if they were the most fragile of treasures, for it is through tales that we grow together in our practice. We wish to give a special thank you to these two, for having voice fill our ever-listening ears, as we wish to give a special thank you to those who attended.