[Hall of the Wounded Heart]
The chamber's light is diffused, giving it an illusionary quality.  Sand, tinted a vivid crimson, covers the floor.  On one half of the room, fingers of green sand invade the red, while on the other, the scarlet is offset with stark white.  Two altars sit opposite each other, one white and the other red.  Statuary stands beside both altars, towering up into the shadowy heights of the chamber, while murals decorate the walls behind the sculpture.
Also here: Thaleles, Lord Tolwynn, Lady Azalas, Armaya, Journeyman Grimlorn, Lady Noonee
Obvious exits: south, up

Thaleles says, "I guess it's time to see what Chutnee has managed to get me involved in, now."

Noonee says, "Please take a seat."

Grimlorn sits down.

Thaleles sits down.

You chuckle at Thaleles.

You sit down.

Noonee says, "I would like to thank all for participating in the event, either by competing or serving as audience."

Noonee says, "Serving as judges this afternoon, will be Thaleles and Chutnee."

Noonee points at Thaleles.

Noonee points at you.

Thaleles says, "Naively serving."

Armaya winks at Thaleles.

Grimlorn grins at Thaleles.

Noonee says, "I will go over the contest rules briefly, and then leave it to the dancers and the judges."

Noonee says, "Each dance is not to exceed 12 minutes in length."

Noonee says, "They will be judged in three categories: Presentation, Creativity and Appropriateness."

Noonee says, "Presentation is, of course, how well all flows."

Noonee says, "Creativity is how much imagination and thought goes into your dance."

Noonee says, "Style, if you will."

Tolwynn sits down.

Noonee smiles.

Noonee says, ""And Appropriateness has to do with how well the dance relates to the deity of Ivas as worship."

Noonee smiles.

Noonee says, "Each category has a maximum score of 10 points."

Noonee says, "If a piece goes over time allotment, a half point with be deducted, with an additional half point for each two minutes over the limit."

Noonee says, "But we will not interrupt the dance."

Noonee nods.

Noonee says, "The highest scoring determines the winner."

Noonee says, "And ties will be broken by the Creativity mark."

Noonee pants.

Noonee says, "I hope I explained all so that makes sense to you."

Armaya smiles.

Armaya nods to Noonee.

Azalas nods.

Noonee says, "And now I will take my seat in the back and let the judges set up their scoresheets."

(Noonee moves to the back of the room.)

Noonee sits down.

You say, "If those dancing would call out their names please, so Thaleles and I may mark our scoresheets."

Speaking melodically to you, Armaya says, "Armaya."

(Armaya glances around the room.)

Thaleles asks, "Is that all?"

You nod to Armaya.

Azalas softly says, "Azalas."

Armaya melodically says, "I certainly hope not."

Armaya smiles at Azalas.

You smile at Azalas.

Azalas blushes a bright deep crimson to the tips of her ears.

You ask, "Any other competitors before we begin?"

(Chutnee checks about the faces in the room.)

You turn to face Armaya.

(Armaya slightly lifts one bare shoulder in a negligent shrug.)

Speaking to Armaya, you ask, "Allright then, will ye begin?"

You smile at Armaya.

Armaya melodically says, "Certainly."

(Armaya walks to the middle of the dance floor, facing the judges' panel before dipping at the knees to set her candleholder down.)

Armaya drops a black and gold metal candleholder.

Armaya removes a large green wispy candle from in her short silk bodice.

(Armaya places her candle carefully atop the holder, adjusting it to center exactly.)

Armaya carefully places her wispy candle on a black and gold metal candleholder.

Armaya kneels down.

(Armaya kneels in front of the holder as she lights the candle, staring for a long moment into the flickering flame.)

(Armaya stands in a fluid motion, her skirt swirling about her ankles with a soft jingling of its tiny bells. A thin wisp of green smoke rises from the candle, dissipating gradually as it flows upwards.)

Armaya stands up.

(Armaya surveys the audience, drawing in a deep, calming breath. The muscles in her calves visibly tense, as if in anticipation.)

Armaya removes some finely painted finger cymbals from in her red silk cymbal pouch.

 (Armaya nestles the tiny cymbals in-between the fingers of each hand, the instruments almost completely concealed within her grasp.)

Armaya folds her arms at the waist.

(Armaya slowly lowers her body to a kneeling position, letting her head drop forward at the same leisurely pace, her long, loose hair falling to conceal her face.)

Armaya kneels down.

You lean forward.

(Armaya extends her arms out in front of her to their full length towards the burning candle, one hand atop the other.)

(Armaya reaches, placing her palms down on the floor in front of her and, in a slow, sinuous slide, stretches her body out until her torso is in line with the ground.)

Armaya lies down.

(Armaya pounds the floor with her open palms once, twice, and then a third time...pausing for the span of a heartbeat between each solid smack.)

Armaya softly shakes her cymbals, starting a gentle and lulling rhythm.

(Armaya begins to rock her bare shoulders back and forth with the soft rhythm of the cymbals, her long hair swaying in a silken curtain with each small movement.)

(Armaya's hips join in the slow rocking of her upper body as she begins to slide her hands back along the floor, her shoulders rising as she returns to a kneeling position.)

Armaya moves to a kneeling position.

Armaya removes a delicate opal prayerball from in her short silk bodice.

Armaya taps out a gentle beat with deft wrists, rocking slightly with the music of her cymbals.

(Armaya cups the prayerball in her hands, wrists together as she raises her arms above her head.  Her body straightens,  her eyes following the rise of the small opalescent ball with a reverent expression on her face.)

(Armaya slowly lowers her hands to chest level, leaving the prayerball in her left hand as she stretches her arms out to the side, even with her shoulders.)

A peaceful, flowing rhythm surrounds you as Armaya's supple wrists manipulate her instrument, drawing forth the soft beat.

(Armaya sways from side to side in imitation of the wispy green-tinged smoke rising from the candle before her. Palms turned upward, the prayerball nestled into the curve of her left hand.)

(Armaya bends at the waist again, lowering her head to form a straight line from one outstretched hand to the other. )

Armaya taps out a gentle beat with deft wrists, rocking slightly with the music of her cymbals.

(Armaya's upper body sways in time to the cymbal music as she carefully curves her left arm to roll the prayerball from her palm to her shoulder, turning her elbow inwards to keep it on the right track.)

You tilt your head back.

(Armaya raises and dips her shoulders as the prayerball rolls slowly from one to the other, passing smoothly over the back of her neck and down her right arm to land safely in the palm of her hand.)

The soft, muted tempo of Armaya's music moves like calm river waters, enveloping you in warmth and quietude.

(Armaya snaps her head up, tossing her long hair back from her face to stare once more into the hypnotic candle flame.)

(Armaya's smoldering gaze meets the eyes of her audience with a silent challenge, even as one corner of her lips begin to curve upwards in an alluring smile.)

Armaya taps out a gentle beat with deft wrists, rocking slightly with the music of her cymbals.

(Armaya's body unfolds gracefully as she stands, exchanging the prayerball from one hand to the other with sinuous, intertwining arm movements.)

Armaya stands up.

Armaya raises her chin slightly in a show of defiance.

(Armaya runs her free hand down the front of her thighs, her body swaying gently to the soft music.)

A peaceful, flowing rhythm surrounds you as Armaya's supple wrists manipulate her instrument, drawing forth the soft beat.

Armaya smooths the folds of her layered silk skirt, causing the bells on it to tinkle softly.

(Armaya holds her skirt lightly between the fingers of one hand as she circles her hips seductively, loose strands of hair swishing back and forth over her face as her head turns from side to side, eyes closed.)

(Armaya slowly raises her left arm above her head, bent slightly at the elbow, the prayerball held aloft in her palm.)

Armaya taps out a gentle beat with deft wrists, rocking slightly with the music of her cymbals.

(Armaya extends her right arm towards the audience, cupping her hand in a beckoning gesture.)

You smile quietly to yourself.

(Armaya raises her chin, and, with a careless toss of her hair and a low, husky laugh, quickens the beat of her finger cymbals to a rapid rhythm. The candle flame flickers almost as if in response.)

Armaya plays a quick rhythm on her cymbals, her toes tapping along.

(Armaya raises both hands above her head, cradling the prayerball between them as her feet start to move for the first time, tapping briskly back and forth without traveling any distance across the floor.)

(Armaya moves her hips with her feet, the bells of her skirt jingling as her body rocks in and out of the hazy green smoke.)

With small, deft movements of her wrist and arm, Armaya shapes a rapid beat with her cymbals.

(Armaya holds her arms steady above her head, still slightly bent at the elbow, as she snaps sharp turns at the waist, her head moving in sync with her lower body.)

(Armaya raises her arms a little higher, tilting her head back to gaze into the prayerball.  She circles her hips in a sensuous motion, the soulstone bellygem winking out from above the low waist of her skirt.)

Armaya plays a quick rhythm on her cymbals, her toes tapping along.

(Armaya begins to move in a series of small, gradually widening circles around the burning candle, her bare feet tapping lightly across the floor from toe to heel and back again.)

Armaya sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

You rub your chin thoughtfully.

Armaya takes ahold of her layered silk skirt and turns gracefully, causing the bells on it to chime in time to her movement.

Holding the cymbals lightly in her hand, Armaya builds a rapid rhythm, rising and falling with drama and emotion.

(Armaya's circles grow gradually faster and faster until the dancing becomes spinning, and the spinning becomes whirling. The rapid swirl of her skirts creates enough of a breeze to catch the candle's flame, causing its golden light to waver back and forth.)

(Armaya's feet practically disappear in a blur of motion as she lowers her arms to waist height to keep her balance.)

With small, deft movements of her wrist and arm, Armaya shapes a rapid beat with her cymbals.

(Armaya's hair flies out from her body, mimicking the wide swirl of her multi-hued skirts, the garment's bells jingling a melodic accompaniment to the cymbals' beat.)

(Armaya halts her twirling suddenly, pausing as her body faces the audience, her right leg still poised in mid-air, bent at the knee.)

Armaya pants, trying to catch her breath.

Armaya plays a quick rhythm on her cymbals, her toes tapping along.

(Armaya stretches her right hand towards the audience beseechingly, the prayerball cradled in her palm as she holds it in the path of the rising candle smoke. Her other hand clutches the left side of her skirt, lifted to mid-thigh.)

Swaying slightly, Armaya creates a slow, calm heartbeat with her cymbals as she taps the instrument with her hand.

(Armaya slowly, caressingly, slides her right leg down her left to the floor, toes pointed as they glide along her skin. Her right foot comes to rest slightly in front of her left, toes almost nudging against the still burning candle.)

A low, throbbing beat takes you over, and Armaya begins to elaborate with small flourishes and deft rhythm variations.

Raising her arms slightly, Armaya arches her back and gently lets her head rock back.

(Armaya holds her pose momentarily, and then gradually lowers her head, a provocative gleam in her dark eyes as she undulates her hips, the taut muscles of her stomach rippling around the gold-threaded bellygem positioned to draw attention to her narrow waist.)

(Armaya rests the back of her neck against her folded hands, the prayerball appearing to balance atop her head, held in steepled fingers. She continues the alluring sway of her hips, curling her lip into a wicked invitation.)

A slow, pulsing rhythm unwinds as Armaya plays her cymbals.

Armaya glances at Thaleles, her lips curving up in a slow, coy fashion.

(Armaya positions herself on the balls of her feet, tapping her left leg up and down, her movements growing faster again as she increases the pace of the cymbals to match the tempo of the bells set jingling by her bouncing knee.)

Thaleles blushes a glowing shade of red.

With small, deft movements of her wrist and arm, Armaya shapes a rapid beat with her cymbals.

You smirk.

(Armaya executes a series of frenetic, whirling spins, skirt and hair flying up and out into the air as her dancing feet circle round the flickering candle.)

You glance at Thaleles.

(Armaya moves more and more rapidly, her spinning circles carrying her around the perimeter of the floor before bringing her back to where she started.)

(Armaya tumbles in a heap of silken skirts and silken hair, falling to a floor in a motion of practiced grace that only imitates the appearance of collapsing in exhaustion.)

Armaya falls over.

The air suddenly stills as Armaya halts her whirling rhythm as suddenly as she began, silencing her cymbals.

(Armaya cradles the prayerball in her clasped hands, holding it aloft piously, an oasis amongst chaos.)

(Armaya breathes in deeply then lowers the prayerball as she exhales slowly, leaning forward to extinguish the candle with this long breath. A last wisp of green smoke puffs up from its cooling wick.)

(Armaya folds the prayerball in-between her hands, clasping them at her waist.)

(Armaya pushes herself to her knees.)

Armaya moves to a kneeling position.

(Armaya rises to a standing position, one foot angled in front of the other.)

Armaya stands up.

(Armaya folds her arms behind her back, still balancing the prayerball, and, bending from the waist, executes a dramatic bow before straightening again, her hair whipping back from her face to reveal a wide, satisfied grin.)

Azalas applauds Armaya.

Grimlorn applauds.

Armaya smiles and curtseys to the judges, and then the audience.

Thaleles applauds.

Armaya put some finely painted finger cymbals in her red silk cymbal pouch.

You applaud Armaya.

Tolwynn applauds Armaya.

Armaya melodically says, "Thank you for letting me perform here."

You exclaim, "Wonderfully done!"

Armaya put a delicate opal prayerball in her short silk bodice.

Armaya removes a large green wispy candle from on a black and gold metal candleholder.

Armaya picks up a black and gold metal candleholder.

You say, "Please give the judges a moment to confer."

(Chutnee leans in to Thaleles.)

Armaya put a large green wispy candle in her short silk bodice.

You quietly whisper to Thaleles, "Marks?"

Speaking softly to Armaya, Azalas says, "That was amazing. I cannot follow that... You are incredible."

Thaleles asks, "So, considering this is for Ivas, does attempting to influence the judges count for or against her?"

You chuckle at Thaleles.

You say, "Have to say for."

(Armaya chuckles softly.)

Azalas agrees with you.

You examine your fingernails.

Azalas cackles at Thaleles!

Speaking melodically to Azalas, Armaya says, "Thank you for the kind words, but I'm certain you can."

Azalas shakes her head.

(Armaya walks gracefully back to her seat.)

Azalas softly says, "I'm ashamed to even try."

Armaya sits down near Tolwynn.

Armaya winks at Tolwynn.

Speaking melodically to Azalas, Armaya says, "Dancing comes from the heart and soul...just dance what you feel."

Armaya smiles at Azalas.

Grimlorn says, "Ye be fine Azalas, no worries."

Grimlorn nods to Azalas.

You say, "Nae, I'm sure ye will do more than fine."

You nod.

(Armaya wipes a bit of delicate perspiration from her brow.)

You say, "If ye will forgive me for one moment... Noonee has informed me that the Serenity Chair neglected to give her the medal sack and I must go and retrieve it.  It will be but a brief moment."

You stand back up.

[Chutnee had to exit here to get the medal sack, so brief interlude in the log.]

Azalas smiles softly.

You nod.

You tap a large sack, which is in your right hand.

Armaya smiles at you.

You say, "Please excuse the confusion."

You sit down near Thaleles.

Noonee says, "My fault.  I didn't check on them."

Noonee's cheeks flush a deep shade of dark rose.

Grimlorn smiles.

Armaya smiles at Azalas.

You ask, "Allright, Azalas, will ye favor us with a dance?"

You smile at Azalas.

Azalas gulps.

 (Armaya folds her hands at her knee and looks expectantly at Azalas.)

Azalas softly says, "I hate to follow her... but mine will be short and sweet."

Grimlorn smiles at Azalas.

 (Chutnee smiles encouragingly at Azalas.)

(Azalas sashays out to the middle of the room, more than a little nervous.)

Speaking melodically to Azalas, Armaya says, "It is for the glory of Ivas, not ourselves, so you will be more than fine."

Armaya smiles.

Azalas smiles at Armaya.

Azalas closes her eyes for a moment.

Azalas takes a deep breath.

Azalas slowly empties her lungs.

(Azalas slowly sways back and forth, planting her staff into the ground as a centerpoint from which to balance herself from as her eyes drift closed, her head falling from one shoulder to the other, following the gentle swaying of her body.)

Azalas sways back and forth.

Azalas raps her twisted orase staff on the ground forcefully, calling for attention.

Azalas taps the tip of her twisted orase staff on the ground.

Azalas sways back and forth.

You lean forward.

Azalas closes her eyes for a moment.

Azalas tilts her head back.

Azalas sways back and forth.

(Azalas's foot hooks at the bottom of her staff as her other foot comes up off the ground and catches on the back of her knee, and leaning far outwards, her body swings in a circle around her staff, her hair flying out behind her and sweeping the ground, the fingertips of her free hand reaching down and trailing the ground as she swishes around her staff, pulling herself back up to her staff as she finishes the rotation.)

Azalas shifts her weight.

You hug your knees and sway side to side.

You smile.

(Azalas spins in circles on her tiptoes, her arms stretched far out to the sides as her head falls back, her face gazing up to the heavens as she twirls like a whirling dervish, her skirts and hair flying outwards as she she just keeps going.)

Azalas sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

Azalas spins around, her spidersilk skirt swirling outward.

Azalas sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

Azalas spins around, her spidersilk skirt swirling outward.

Azalas sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

Azalas spins around, her spidersilk skirt swirling outward.

(Azalas's body slows it's twirling, her body once again swaying from side to side languidly, her hair swishing back and forth behind her as she raises her hands above her head and begins to gyrate her hips in circles, first circling them in one direction then the other, slowly bending her knees as she swivels her way lower and lower to the ground, arching her back strategically as she continues to swerve her hips and pushing with her thighs works her way back up to a standing position.)

Azalas sways back and forth.

You smile quietly to yourself.

In the large sack you see a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal and a PanArkatic Fest prize medal.

(Azalas sashays left and right, working her way up to each person in the room, her fingertips resting lightly on their neck as she begins to spin around them, sashaying in circles as she circles around each person, her skirts flowing against their thighs until she comes back in front of them, gazing deeply into each person's eyes before she sashays up and circles the next person, working her way around each and every person in the room before coming back to the center.)

Azalas comes sashaying gracefully up to you.

You smile at Azalas.

Azalas sashays gracefully to stand behind you.

Azalas sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

Azalas spins around, her spidersilk skirt swirling outward.

Azalas comes sashaying gracefully up to you.

Azalas smiles at you.

Azalas sashays up to Grimlorn.

Azalas sashays gracefully to stand behind Grimlorn.

Azalas sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

Azalas spins around, her spidersilk skirt swirling outward.

Azalas sashays up to Grimlorn.

Azalas shifts her eyes to Grimlorn.

Azalas gazes fondly at Grimlorn.

Grimlorn smiles.

Azalas sashays up to Armaya.

You grin impishly.

Armaya winks at Azalas.

Azalas sashays gracefully to stand behind Armaya.

Azalas sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

Azalas spins around, her spidersilk skirt swirling outward.

Azalas sashays up to Armaya.

Azalas smiles at Armaya.

Azalas sashays up to Tolwynn.

Armaya smiles at Azalas.

Azalas sashays gracefully to stand behind Tolwynn.

Azalas sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

Azalas spins around, her spidersilk skirt swirling outward.

Tolwynn flashes a quick grin.

Azalas sashays up to Tolwynn.

Azalas glances at Tolwynn and makes a little purring sound.

Azalas sashays up to Thaleles.

Thaleles raises an eyebrow.

Azalas sashays gracefully to stand behind Thaleles.

Azalas sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

Azalas spins around, her spidersilk skirt swirling outward.

Azalas sashays up to Thaleles.

Noonee grins at you.

Azalas gazes fondly at Thaleles.

Azalas sashays up to Noonee.

Azalas sashays gracefully to stand behind Noonee.

Noonee's cheeks flush a deep shade of dark rose.

Azalas sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

Azalas spins around, her spidersilk skirt swirling outward.

Noonee's cheeks flush a deep shade of dark rose.

Azalas sashays up to Noonee.

Azalas smiles at Noonee.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Azalas sashays about in a circle with her head thrown back and arms wide.

You clasp a hand over your mouth.

Noonee's cheeks flush a deep shade of dark rose.

Azalas spins around, her spidersilk skirt swirling outward.

(Azalas plants her staff in front of her, and kicks her right leg up to ceiling so it extends along her body and up past her head, then reaches up to grasp her ankle and spins in a circle, letting go of her staff to twirl past it and catch it as she comes back around to it, and lowering her leg fully extended out to the side, toes pointed, until she's standing once again on her tiptoes, her body swaying to and fro until she comes to a slow stop, and exhales slowly.)

Azalas sways back and forth.

Azalas slowly empties her lungs.

Azalas smiles softly.

Azalas curtsies.

Azalas arranges the folds of her spidersilk skirt for a graceful effect.

You applaud Azalas.

You exclaim, "Lovely!"

Grimlorn applauds.

Thaleles applauds.

Azalas blushes a florid shade of deep crimson.

Armaya applauds Azalas.

Azalas softly says, "Hardly."

Azalas blushes a bright deep crimson to the tips of her ears.

Grimlorn says, "Aye a good dance."

Armaya melodically says, "It was very nice...an interesting style."

You say, "Truly a fine token to the goddess."

Armaya smiles at Azalas.

Azalas smiles at Armaya.

You say, "Please give the judges a moment to confer."

You nod.

Speaking softly to Armaya, Azalas says, "Short and sweet so you can get your medal quicker."

Azalas cackles!

(Chutnee puts her head together with Thaleles.)

Azalas tickles Armaya.

(Armaya chuckles softly.)

Armaya looks over at Azalas and shakes her head.

You nod to Thaleles.

Speaking softly to Armaya, Azalas says, "Next year, though... I will be prepared for this."

Speaking melodically to Azalas, Armaya says, "I look forward to that."

Thaleles asks, "Next year?"

Armaya nods to Azalas.

Azalas softly says, "Not quite the lecture I was expecting, but definately a good lesson to learn."

Azalas cackles!

Azalas leans against her twisted orase staff, gazing thoughtfully at her surroundings.

You quietly whisper to Thaleles, "Ye announce in reverse order and I'll hand out the medal."

You remove a large sack from in your crimson silk cloak.

In the large sack you see a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal, a PanArkatic Fest prize medal and a PanArkatic Fest prize medal.

(Chutnee checks that for the correct medal.)

About two inches wide at the base, this flat triangular disk of silver is embossed with the raised image of two arms extending outward from the elbows in opposite directions.  The right hand holds in its palm a lustrous white pearl, while the left holds a gleaming black pearl.  Between the outstretched arms, a tiny red garnet has been partially embedded.  The medal is suspended from a short, multi-colored ribbon with a clasp attached to the top edge of the fabric.

Chutnee nods.

You remove a PanArkatic Fest prize medal from in your large sack.

Thaleles asks, "Okay, shall we give out the medals, then?"

You say, "Of course."

You chuckle at Thaleles.

(Armaya moves to stand by Azalas)

Armaya stands up.

Armaya sashays up to Azalas.

(Armaya folds her hands behind her back.)

You clear your throat.

Azalas smiles at Armaya.

You glance at a jade-inlaid wisp of smoke talisman.

You glance at Thaleles.

Thaleles says, "In second place, with a performance that would have definitely still been worthy of commendation during an even larger competition..."

Grimlorn says, "He's bulding anticipation."

Grimlorn winks.

Azalas cackles!

You nod to Grimlorn.

You say, "He's like that."

You grin.

Armaya melodically says, "I appreciate that in a man."

(Armaya grins slowly.)

Azalas agrees with Armaya.

You examine your fingernails.

Azalas makes a purring sound.

Grimlorn chuckles.

Thaleles says, "Azalas, for her performance that, as I understand to be in the nature of Ivas, greatly involved the audience."

Azalas softly says, "Aye."

Grimlorn nods to Armaya.

Armaya applauds Azalas.

You chuckle at Thaleles.

You stand back up.

Azalas smiles at Thaleles.

You stride over to stand before Azalas.

You offer your Fest prize medal to Azalas, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Azalas smiles at you.

Grimlorn applauds Azalas.

Azalas has accepted your offer and is now holding a PanArkatic Fest prize medal.

You say, "Many congratulations."

Azalas softly says, "Thank you."

You say, "And the goddess' notice."

You give Azalas a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Speaking melodically to Azalas, Armaya says, "I learned some new techniques, for certain."

Armaya nods to Azalas.

Armaya grins.

Azalas smiles at Armaya.

You remove a PanArkatic Fest prize medal from in your large sack.

(Chutnee checks that she has taken the correct medal from the sack.)

About two inches wide at the base, this flat triangular disk of gold is embossed with the raised image of two arms extending outward from the elbows in opposite directions.  The right hand holds in its palm a lustrous white pearl, while the left holds a gleaming black pearl.  Between the outstretched arms, a tiny red garnet has been partially embedded.  The medal is suspended from a short, multi-colored ribbon with a clasp attached to the top edge of the fabric.

Chutnee nods.

Grimlorn says, "Well done Azalas."

Azalas smiles softly.

Azalas softly says, "Thank you all."

Azalas flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Thaleles says, "While everyone is likely aware of the winner, she is..."

You chuckle at Thaleles.

Azalas cackles!

Azalas grins at Armaya.

(Armaya tosses her hair back, laughing huskily.)

Azalas applauds Armaya.

Azalas put a PanArkatic Fest prize medal in her black leather backpack.

You exclaim, "Speak it out, elf!"

You elbow Thaleles in the ribs in a playful sort of way.

You chuckle.

Grimlorn says, "I think he's fallen asleep."

Grimlorn glances at Thaleles.

Thaleles says, "Armaya, who made certain to utilize the talents that brought her to Ivas by making eyes at me to influence the scoring."

Azalas softly says, "Daydreaming."

Azalas snickers.

Grimlorn applauds Armaya.

You say, "No, he wanted to be sure and be witty."

Armaya grins.

You wink at Grimlorn.

Grimlorn says, "Well done and well deserved."

You stride over to stand before Armaya.

Azalas snickers.

(Armaya curtseys deeply to the judges.)

You offer your Fest prize medal to Armaya, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Azalas applauds Armaya.

Armaya has accepted your offer and is now holding a PanArkatic Fest prize medal.

You say, "Many congratulations."

Thaleles says, "Congratulations both of you."

Speaking melodically to you, Armaya says, "Thank you, ma'am."

Tolwynn just arrived.

You exclaim, "And the goddess' notice!"

Armaya kisses you tenderly on the cheek.

You kiss Armaya on the cheek.

Armaya sashays up to Thaleles.

Armaya melodically says, "And you sir."

Armaya curtsies to Thaleles.

Azalas grins mischievously.

You exclaim, "Applause for both dancers!"

Thaleles applauds.

Tolwynn applauds.

You say, "They please Ivas much I am sure."

Noonee applauds.

You grin.

(Armaya turns to curtsey to the audience as well.)

Noonee says, "The medals have two faces."

Armaya turns her medal over to reveal the opposite face.

Noonee says, "Be sure to turn them and examine both."

Noonee nods.

Armaya melodically says, "Very nice.."

Armaya smiles.

Azalas removes a PanArkatic Fest prize medal from in her black leather backpack.

Azalas turns her medal over to reveal the opposite face.

Noonee stands up.

Noonee says, "Again I want to thank the dancers."

Noonee nods to Armaya.

Azalas smiles softly.

Noonee nods to Azalas.

Armaya smiles at Noonee.

Noonee says, "And the judges."

Noonee nods to you.

Noonee nods to Thaleles.

(Armaya applauds the judges.)

Noonee exclaims, "And the audience too!"

Noonee nods to Grimlorn.

Noonee nods to Tolwynn.

Grimlorn smiles.

Noonee smiles.

Thaleles says, "This was certainly a unique experience."

Grimlorn nods.

Azalas cackles!

Tolwynn stands up.

Noonee nods to Thaleles.

Speaking melodically to Grimlorn, Armaya says, "Yes, thank you for watching."

Grimlorn struggles to stand, but fails.

Noonee says, "That it was."

Armaya winks at Grimlorn.

Noonee's cheeks flush a deep shade of dark rose.