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The Rain Dance, or the Ngoma ya Mvua as he'd heard people here call it, had so far been an incredible event. Never had Len seen such an incredible civilization in such close proximity to the water, so detached from the rest of the world. The sheer spectacle of it all left him reeling ever since he'd sailed with Medja and the other Empire representatives through the massive sea gate that had brought them here.
The food was delectable, the architecture shockingly similar to that of the Kingdom from which he'd come, and people had welcomed him with open arms in the short time he'd gotten to know them.
It had been a rather embarrassing start; Len had broken into a dance unlike any he'd performed in quite some time upon listening to the wondrous sounds these people produced with their instruments, and it had created a slight air of awkwardness amongst some of the other guests.
After quickly and meekly eating the meal that had been so graciously provided to him, he made himself scarce and spent much of the celebrations apart from the others, exploring the surrounding beauty of the Island Paradise and meeting some of the indigenous peoples it homed, eager to learn of their culture.
Len hadn't forgotten about the promise he'd made to Noelani, however. The breathtaking Princess of the Mchawi had quickly taken an interest in him, an interest which was very much shared. Regrettably, their time had been cut short by her duties, but not before they'd agreed to meet up again later in the evening. B-taa would not have missed it for the world.
A chance to speak again with a woman of such elegance, to learn more of her story, while also sharing tales of his own people's history, that alone would make the journey here worthwhile, not that the incredible hospitality of the Mchawi had not already accomplished that feat.
Still, it was with an eager step that he headed back to that same place which he'd danced and dined, now lit by flames in the waning sunlight. He would need to ask Noelani if there was a place it would be acceptable for him to bathe before the night's end; his armor was becoming uncomfortable, and he knew that his flesh would call for water when he removed it.
Of course, he would need to find her first.
Noelani
The food was delectable, the architecture shockingly similar to that of the Kingdom from which he'd come, and people had welcomed him with open arms in the short time he'd gotten to know them.
It had been a rather embarrassing start; Len had broken into a dance unlike any he'd performed in quite some time upon listening to the wondrous sounds these people produced with their instruments, and it had created a slight air of awkwardness amongst some of the other guests.
After quickly and meekly eating the meal that had been so graciously provided to him, he made himself scarce and spent much of the celebrations apart from the others, exploring the surrounding beauty of the Island Paradise and meeting some of the indigenous peoples it homed, eager to learn of their culture.
Len hadn't forgotten about the promise he'd made to Noelani, however. The breathtaking Princess of the Mchawi had quickly taken an interest in him, an interest which was very much shared. Regrettably, their time had been cut short by her duties, but not before they'd agreed to meet up again later in the evening. B-taa would not have missed it for the world.
A chance to speak again with a woman of such elegance, to learn more of her story, while also sharing tales of his own people's history, that alone would make the journey here worthwhile, not that the incredible hospitality of the Mchawi had not already accomplished that feat.
Still, it was with an eager step that he headed back to that same place which he'd danced and dined, now lit by flames in the waning sunlight. He would need to ask Noelani if there was a place it would be acceptable for him to bathe before the night's end; his armor was becoming uncomfortable, and he knew that his flesh would call for water when he removed it.
Of course, he would need to find her first.
Noelani