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Jancis · **11-25-2014, 03:53 PM**

"In these colder months, we find rest to the land and reflection in ourselves to see what we have sown. I am honored to announce some people who have written songs and stories to put those feelings and experiences into words. That we might remember Nophica."

Jancis motioned up to the highest tier of the natural stage, there stood prepared for performance Master Bard Nathan Telluride and the Lady Coraliza Velia.

"A few words to set the mood before the lady and I begin...."

Nathan Telluride bows at the waist, and readies his lute. Coraliza Velia smiled softly as she brought her harp into position.

"Nophica is not just a goddess of Autumn. She brings to fruition the care and energy of the spring, and her harvests are not just the grains, but the people...

"...and so Coraliza and I sing of the greater harvest - souls that meet in spring and find their harvests of joy come the clearing of the fields."Â

Tuning the lute, Nathan begins to strum a rolling melody. Coraliza follows his cue, her fingers plucking gently at the strings of her harp.

â™ª Do you think of me when the sunset shines, upon the fields of amber? â™ª

â™ª Will you speak my name, as the Harvest Moon falls upon the waves of grain? â™ª

â™ª Will you walk the rows, step between the stalks, within the fields of amber? â™ª

â™ª Will you catch me then, when my hair comes down among the waves of grain? â™ª

â™ª Will you wait for me under falling leaves, among the fields of amber? â™ª

â™ª Will you join me there, under autumn sky for a walk in waves of grain? â™ª

â™ª Feel the evening wind carrying the clouds above the fields of amber? Feel the pulses rise, at the moment eyes meet in the waves of grain? â™ª

â™ª Never make a promise that cannot be kept lest more than themselves be broken; But let summer fade, and winter wait while we walk through fields of amber, while we walk through fields of grain. â™ª

â™ª Many moons will pass once the harvest ends, that clear the fields of amber; there will children run, and the elders gaze, over what were fields of grain. â™ª

â™ª Yet remember then that autumn wind even when the fields are empty; what we gathered then, under setting sun, out among the fields of grain. â™ª

â™ª Out among the fields of grain. â™ª â™ª Out among the fields of grain. â™ª

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Both bow to one another, then to the pilgrims, greeted by applause and putting a pleasant warm mood to the whole crowd.

Celebration of The Matron [Open to Pilgrims! OOC comments Welcome!]

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