Songs from the Grove
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_The singing from the grove can be heard nearly every night now, save on nights with the new moon and with nearly each night, the singing is more clear and more enchanting.
It seems Dondiah has been singing Eilistraees praises and the songs have turned from purely worshiping the goddesses devine goodness, to tales of love and kindness in which the goddess herself was directly involved.
The stories involve drow or half drow as the main characters and many elves, half-elves and humans have been seen going in and out with her to keep watch while she is in such a vulnerable state of worship._
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Dondiah approaches the box and looks to the rope, light blue eyes following the thick vine up into the dense foilage above and smiles.
That night she sings about the kindness of both strangers and friends and how Eiliestraee blesses those with such goodness in their hearts.
Some of the food is eaten and the blanket has been used, but folded neatly. Two bowls are used, but appear to have been rinsed in the stream.
A couple of gold is with the things and a note.
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The tough, springy, and terrifically strong boughs of a phandar tree sprout in great numbers from the massive knobbly central trunk down which a rope hangs. The tree’s mottled green triangular leaves arranged in egg-shaped groupings shade the glade and see it gently dappled with moonlight.
A window in the two storey tree house supported by the platforms and slings chiseled and notched into the phandar is sometimes left open to the beauty of the musical worship.
In the storage area by the tent there seems always to be an ample stock of wood for the fires; slender sticks with many-pointed leaves of an eerie, gleaming blue hue, which on burning produce beautiful leaping blue flames.
The increased frequency of the revels finds one evening a crudely made little silver-coloured sword atop one of the storage crates in clear invitation to the Moon Singer to help herself to the teas, food, crockery and blankets within.
