Oirhandir grinned. Where to start? But he knew nothing of his delectable companion's tastes. "Well, I haven't seen anything of the south fields save for a booth run by gentleman who sells musical instruments, and one of our kind named Falander who sells the most delicious pastries", he began. "Falander I met on the journey here. The north field is much like this, just with different sellers, and the west field holds the Freefolk camp. I've met one of them named Rinaldo, and he is very hospitable. What sort of things would you like to see, my dear?" Oirhandir gazed into Scarlet's eyes as he offered her his arm.
A cool breeze blew down the lane where Lord Valdor's booth stood, and warm sunlight fell between puffy clouds sliding languidly across the sky. It was the perfect day to go for a stroll, to enjoy the sights and sounds of the festival.
[sblock]Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Tho' you're thinkin' that you're leavin' there too soon,
You're leavin' there too soon.
There's a girl just down the aisle,
oh, to turn and see her smile.
You can hear the words she wrote
As you read the hidden note.
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Tho' you're thinkin' that you're leavin' there too soon,
You're leavin' there too soon.[/sblock]