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IC time is: Early Morning < About 7:05 AM >
IC day is: Orithil <Moon-day>
IC date is: 3 Ethuil <Spring>
Moon phase: First Quarter <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 15 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3039>
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RL time: Tue Oct 10 17:41:48 2006
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Garden of the Silver Lights
You stand in the middle of a luscious garden filled with all colors and varieties of plants and flowers, whose sweet scent permeates the air. There are many hummingbirds here flying among the bushes, and even a few scarlet kirinki -- tiny Eressean finches with high piping voices -- are fluttering here and there among the flowers. The garden is walled, for the most part, by a tall green hedge; a number of tall, sturdy wooden trellises on which grow a type of vine adorned with large white flowers encloses the rest.

No trees grow here, and lanterns of different sizes and shapes hang from cunningly wrought sconces, their serene silver light giving a calm peace to the garden, illuminating the small benches that are set amongst the flowerbeds. To the west, grassy steps lead up the silver gates which provide the only obvious exit from the garden. There is a small brook here flowing down from the fountain at the top of the hill, and then running along the curve of the hill and disappearing into a deep green hollow to the east. A long flight of steps leads downward.

Participants:
Curulomion
Galharth
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In the gray hours before dawn one can juts barely be seen haunting the garden, his sable clothing blending with the shadows perfectly. This is Curulomion...it is late for him to be abroad for usually the coming of the day sends him back to his talan for rest and to work in his personal workroom. But for now, like a flitting bat, he prowls the darkness, pausing now and then to look upwards at the stars he so dearly loves. About his neck a crystal pendant...an osprey, a great sea-hawk, in flight and wonderfully detailed with both wings visible, flickers about his neck as it catches the moonlight here and there, revealing that there is //something// there.

Gently caressing a length of cloth, a silvery haired ellon enters the garden with an apparent assumption that he is walks in solitude. His steps fall silently upon the ground. The only sound of his passage though the garden is that of a gentle swish made by the fabric of his clothing.

"A simple dress would offset this fabric....." Galharth whispers aloud as if speaking intimately to the fabric cradled within his hands.

Suddenly he stops and looks up, almost in a state of surprise. "Pardon me," he says with sincerity. "I thought the gardens would be unoccupied at this time."

Curulomion starts, his pendant sparking in the moonlight as he turns his head to look at the other. "As did I. Forgive me, I did not see you come in." He dips his head. "Nor do I know your face though doubtless you have heard of me." It would really help if Curulomion would come out of the shadows. He is a loner yes but he does go abroad in the afternoons at times so his face is known, so unusual it is...and his habit of moving about seemingly wrapped in shadow even during the daylight hours has given him the name 'Mornedhel'. By that he is widely known, especially since during last year's Bardic Congress he had taken second place in the crafters' competition.

"In a lifetime such as ours, we have heard of all, though often focus upon those who might fall within our families or professions." Galharth responds. "I have seen you and heard of you, yes, but sadly, I do not know you well enough to call you friend or know you well. I am Galharth," he says with a bow of his head in a friendly gesture.

Glancing up, a moment of indecision seems to wage within the ellon, and in an instant it is gone. Clearly a decision has been made. "I find interest in the crafting profession. Tell me, would one such as yourself afford me guidance into joining your ranks?"

Curulomion steps forwards. "I am Curulomion, but I am known to many as Mornedhell which is how you probably have come to know of me." One longfingered hand is offered. "I am a jewelsmith so I could perhaps get you into the ranks of the crafters. Perhaps I could help you indeed, Galharth."

"Mornedhell has indeed been heard and respected," Galharth says as he accepts the offered hand. With that gesture, a grateful smile appears upon Galharth's face. "What help you might offer would indeed be welcome, Curulomion. I now practice the skills of a tailor, or initially know as a weaver. Given the chance to master this skill, I would someday like to venture forth to learn some level of your renounced skill as it compliments that of my choosing."

A soft chuckle escapes the ellons lips as he tilts his head slightly. "Perhaps I speak with too much excitement. What is it that should do to obtain your help to join the ranks of Crafter?"

Curulomion looks down at the shorter edhel. "It is not difficult to join our ranks. I cannot help you with your own craft or finding a master among the tailors...I do not know any of them. But I think that I can initiate you into our ranks. It can be done here and now, if you so desire. The night is not yet gone so I am not in a particular hurry to race the sun to get home. If you wish, it can be now."

"Now would be fully acceptable." Galharth says agreeably. "In fact I would be grateful as it would set me along the path of my choosing."

Curulomion turns to fully face Galharth. "Then lay your right hand upon your heart and repeat after me: I, Galharth, do most solemnly swear by my honour and by all that I hold dear to never reveal to anyone not in the crafters' guild what I am taught by my master and by the other crafters. Any secrets taught to me I will keep secret. None shall know of them, not even my family or my closest friends. So do I swear."

Doing as he is bid, Galharth utters the oath. " I, Galharth, do most solemnly swear by my honor and by all that I hold dear to never reveal to anyone not in the crafters' guild what I am taught by my master and by the other crafters. Any secrets taught to me I will keep secret. None shall know of them, not even my family or my closest friends. So do I swear."himr

Glancing around him to assure that their privacy has been maintained. "I thank you," he says simply and quietly. Glancing southwards as if seeking the guild of the crafters a look of expectation washes over his face. "I hope I can prove your deed to be a good one some day," he says. "Should I now go to seek a Master?" he asks.

Curulomion shakes his head. "Not at this hour of the morning but in mid morning or after lunch would be a good time. As for a return for the favour there is something I would ask of you. I happen to have need of a tailor. Perhaps you could assist me in my need."

Standing a bit taller, Galharth nods in agreement to both advice and the request made. "I would be more than honored to offer any assistance that might be needed or wanted," he says happily.

Curulomion dips his head. "I am to marry in a few months. Not right away but after next year's Bardic Congress. I need a full set of clothes made for the occasion...undertunic, tunic, leggings and outer robe. Could you do this for me? I give fair recompense."

Holding his hands up, as if in defense or perhaps objection, Galharth shakes his head. "For an event such as a wedding, no compensation is to be discussed." Rolling his hands over he sweeps his arms wide as if to encompass the greatness of the upcoming event. "It would be an honor if I could offer a the outfit as a gift for participation such a joyous occasion in some small way is nothing less than good fortune."

Glancing at the slip of fabric still held within his right hand, his smile grows wider with inspriation. "A tunic, spun of silk, and awaiting only a hint of dye to match the owner. Perhaps we can meet in the months to come for both a fitting and a discussion on the style you wish to wear."

Curulomion nods. "Let us do so. It shall be white. Much as I dislike white I promised my fiancee I would wear it if she wore something of darker hue to our bethrothal and she did so now I must wear white." He sighs heavily, spreading his hands. "Perhaps you can do something to make it interesting at the lesat. Or maybe make it so pale a gray that it looks white. I do not know. I never did like white."

The smile upon his lips transforms slightly, to that of inspiration. "White as the moon on a night which it shows a full face, and yet within the same white are shadows of character that shadow within the glow of the brilliant white." Holding his head up, as if mentally visualizing the moon, his gaze drops towards Curulomion after a moment. "We have time, and I assure you that we will find some way to assure satisfaction in the garments that you will wear."

Curulomion nods. "Then it is well. I am easiest to find by night and by night I usually am roaming about or in the forges. If you need me you can leave a note at the jewelsmiths' forge and I will get it...or you can leave it at my talan. It is the highest and most remote one in the Aderthad tree so it is not too hard to find. At night I am pretty much at your service. During the day it is harder to get me since I tend to spend the daylight hours working in my talan rather than being out abroad."

Nodding, Galharth quietly steps back. "I will likely seek you out soon. Finely crafted embroidery takes time, and for a white garment time will be needed." Glancing back along the path in which he had so recently passed, he takes another step and pauses. "Should your lady need my skills, please feel free to give her my name along with assurances that the garment constructed with be a gift towards the joyous occasion."himr

Nodding his head once more to acknowledge the respect held for the Journey Craftsman, he turns and departs the Garden.

Curulomion raises his hand in farewell. "Good night and I will do so."