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Rebvyn claps and giggles as they dance and twirl to the upbeat tempo of the music that the travellers play. Slipping her arms around Jasper's neck, she holds him tightly before brushing her lips across his and then dropping her hands to his to keep him dancing.

Rebvyn pouted as she saw there were no elders gathered around the bonfire. Turning to Jasper, she turned her pout into a smile.

"Come, Jasper," she said with a sigh, "Let's continue dancing." With that, she span away laughing, beckoning towards the man.

"Perhaps the elders are gathered around the bonfire," Rebvyn said to Jasper conspiratorrialy. With an imploring look, she began to move towards the large fire.

Damn Reb's poor observational skills! :P

Rebvyn eyed Tabetha warily. Was this some kind of joke that she wasn't in on? It would be just like Tabetha to do something like that. She thought quickly for a moment, and then nodded.

"Very well then," Rebvyn said matter-of-factly, "I shall." Laying her hand on Jasper's wrist, she pulled him off into the crowd. She stood on tiptoes, looking for any gathering of elders.

Perception (1d20+2) = 7 - perhaps there are too many people strolling around!

With a smile and a shrug, Rebvyn nods. She knew that some of the people in the village were, perhaps not intimidated, by the older woman but perhaps more awed. Of course, Rebvyn knew better.

"Okay, Paulus," she chattered brightly, before pulling lightly at Jasper's hand. "We'll catch up with you later." With Jasper in tow, Rebvyn wound her way through the crowd, flashing smiles and shouting greetings over the din to people that she knew. After a few moments, she was at Tabetha's side.

"Good evening, Tabetha," Rebvyn said with a smile, "I see you're enjoying the festivities. Tabetha, we were wondering if you knew anything about the relationship between the mayor and the leader of the gypsies." Rebvyn rattled off the words without pause, looking expectantly at the older woman.

Rebvyn let out a carefree laugh as she span in the arms of Jasper. She noticed the women glaring at them as little as she noticed the stars winking in the sky, lost in her own world. It took several moments before she realised that Paulus and his own dance partner had managed to wind their way over to them.

"Paulus," Rebvyn giggled, placing her hands against Jasper's chest and leaning in towards him as she glanced at her old friend. He was a year older than Rebvyn but their mothers had been old friends and the pair had spent many balmy afternoons as children playing tag or other such childish games.

"Paulus," Rebvyn repeated, "I do hope you aren't causing too much of a stir." A light tone filled her voice, a touch of amusement. Marla was a wonderful young woman and more than deserved Paulus. She was happy for him, as she hoped he was for her. Cocking her head as he asked her whether she knew of any ties linking the mayor and the leader of the gypsies, she shook her head slowly.

"No," she answered, "I'm afraid I don't. Although having said that, I imagine Tabby would know anything that was worth knowing." Many people in the village thought that Rebvyn was too familiar with Lady Tabetha but Rebvyn knew more than most and some of the tales that Tabby had told her about her childhood had turned the tips of her ears red with embarassment. To think that Lady Tabetha had done those things with gentlemen of fine standing... Rebvyn could feel the heat rising in her cheeks again. Attempting to avert anyone noticing, she raised herself up on her tiptoes and looked over the heads of the other villagers for the familiar coutenance of Lady Tabetha. It wasn't hard to locate her, she had an almost regal bearing that no-one else in the village could even come close to.

"Come on," Rebvyn said, trying to speak over the general din of the festival, "We'll ask Tabby and see what she has to say."

Seeing as Reb and Paul are a year apart, and from the same village, I'd think it more than likely the two had played with each other and are more than likely fast friends.

I may have taken some liberties with "Tabby" but I think that a spinster lady who'd been courted for years might have quite a sensuous side that might not be quite right for a married noblewoman. I also love the thought that she sees a lot of herself in Rebvyn and that the two are fast friends.

Rebvyn's eyes brightened at the marvelous spectacle. She was all too aware of the warm body of Jasper standing just behind her right shoulder, also in rapture with the dancing procession. A smile spread across her lips as she felt Jasper begin to walk towards the procession as though in a trance. Turning on her heel, she let her right hand find his left and smiled as dazzling a smile as she could at him.

"Yes, Jasper Symon, I would like to dance with you," she said loudly enough to carry to the group of female villagers who were making their way towards him. Rebvyn wasn't blind, she knew well enough that there was a fair share of single women in Clearbrook who wouldn't mind being in Jasper's arms, Or somewhere else with him, she thought, trying to fight down the flush that seemed intent on reaching her cheeks. After all, Jasper was quite handsome, and as Clearbrook went he was certainly one of the more eligible bachelors. She knew that his father had a soft spot for him; she even thought that if Old Man Symon was single himself, he might try to woo her.

"I... what?" Jasper asked in a confused tone as Rebvyn pulled him along. Fortunately, she had managed to pull him out with earshot of the other women. Jasper was only confused for a moment and soon they were dancing and laughing. Not close enough to cause scandal, of course, but close enough to keep away any of the wandering women who thought they might try their luck.

And thus Rebvyn al Marryn is born. Now, lets get down to some brass tacks!

Kayos, if a character believed that magic was still there, would they have ranks in knowledge (arcana)? I am swinging between not taking it but then thinking it may be to my detriment later on.

I decided not to take it, but as Destined has Kn (history) as a class skill I have decided that she might well be something of a scholar and that she'll pick things up from the stories her father told her.

Well, almost everything is done, I believe, apart from the purchase of equipment but there isn't really much that she'll need just now so I might save some of it.

Also, seeing as magic hasn't "been there" for a while, what are we going to do regards components. If there is no market, I doubt there would be a supply.

I have also given her a tie to the Symons who run the general store, as being employed as an assistant shopkeeper.