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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 16:33:46 GMT
"Oh, I would rather keep my past lovers to myself," Morgause said with a laugh. "As I am sure you would also. So let us speak of something else."
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"I see. Then I will not pressure you further," Viviane murmured. "You are a good man, Merlin, and do not deserve that. I know you have had to do things that you disliked but I know that it was for the good of the kingdom and you did well by our young king."
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 16:39:09 GMT
Taliesin entered the Stone Circle quietly and reverently, his green and teal greatkilt impeccably clean, his hair trimmed for the Beltane celebration. He wore a black leather holster on one side of his belt that held his flute and pipes, and his lute was slung across his back.
Looking around, he swung his lute around his body so he could play it, and began plucking the strings softly, singing a song called "She moved through the fair".
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 16:45:23 GMT
A young man in a druid's robe walked over to the bard.
"Greetings. Have you come to play for us when we dance before the fires tonight?"
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 16:46:45 GMT
"It is the duty of the singer to provide entertainment for those who desire it, and I am more than willing to give such." Taliesin said with a soft smile, stopping his singing at the end of the verse, yet still playing the lute.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 16:54:51 GMT
"Then thank you, we will be pleased to hear you play for the glory of the gods," the druid said. "You are Taliesin are you not?"
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 16:55:44 GMT
"I see that my reputation precedes me," the bard replies, his playing still light and airy.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 17:08:50 GMT
""It does. Some of my fellows are from Lothian and have heard you play. Are you to take part in the celebration after the rites?"
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 17:10:06 GMT
"Would I be a true scotsman if I did not?" Taliesin says, laughing, "The day I turn down a Beltane celebration is the day I am no longer worthy of wearing the plaid."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 17:15:55 GMT
"Ah yes. No doubt there will be a few ladies only too pleased to celebrate with you," the druid said with a laugh. As you can see, we are quite a crowd this evening."
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 17:16:56 GMT
"So I can tell. I didn't think there were so many people that followed our gods left. I thought that Christ and his followers had converted or wiped out most of them."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 17:22:29 GMT
The man laughed loudly.
"Hardly! Cornwall is largely Christian, as is Listeneise and much of Llogyer but the old ways hold fast in the Scottish kingdoms and the Welsh, I'm told, and they have a strong presence here in Dumnonia too."
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 17:25:41 GMT
"And for that, I am glad!" Taliesin said with a wide grin. "Now, brother, if you will excuse me, I am going to introduce myself to some of the ladies who will be partaking in the festival this eve. I will find you again, and we will share a pint." He offered his hand to the druid.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 17:33:00 GMT
The druid shook Taliesin by the hand.
"I will remember that," he said. "Enjoy yourself."
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 17:34:42 GMT
Taliesin laughs as he leaves and responds with, "I could enjoy myself chained up in a dungeon!" before looking around at the ladies of the festival.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 17:39:35 GMT
Many of the women were in conversation with others but some of them wandered about by themselves or were in groups of giggling women. Taliesin would just have to approach somebody, according to his personal tastes.
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