The Wedding of Ebanok

[lass of something much]

thank you for explaining how to push Somebeast on a swing, Kade.

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

*grips the vines tightly and smiles as Kade pushes* How do you like to go up in a swing, up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, till I can see so wide, rivers and trees and cattle and all, over the countryside- till I look down on the garden green, down on the roof so brown- up in the air I go flying again, up in the air and down! *twists around to face Kade and smiles again* The Swing, by Robert Louis Stevenson. Do you like it?

[shisteer of nothing much]

(I like it)

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

( I am in the process of memorising it.)

[lass of something much]

Ahhhhhhhhhh, chips then?

[Booklover]

No thank you. Unless you mean crisps.

[Kade Rivok]

*grips the vines tightly and smiles as Kade pushes* How do you like to go up in a swing, up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, till I can see so wide, rivers and trees and cattle and all, over the countryside- till I look down on the garden green, down on the roof so brown- up in the air I go flying again, up in the air and down! *twists around to face Kade and smiles again* The Swing, by Robert Louis Stevenson. Do you like it?

*Kade ruffles her head fur as she swings in close, smiling warmly.*  I do indeed; it sounds like Mr. Robert is well acquainted with swinging.  Have you written any poems yourself?

[lass of something much]

you really just asked her that?

[shisteer of nothing much]

(Lass, stop trying to ruin honeymoons. Let the couples be happy together and stop questioning their private conversations)

[lass of something much]

Hmm? I'm not!

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

you really just asked her that?

(Yes, you just did.)

*Kade ruffles her head fur as she swings in close, smiling warmly.*  I do indeed; it sounds like Mr. Robert is well acquainted with swinging.  Have you written any poems yourself?

...I may have, but they're not very good. At all. Have you?

[Kade Rivok]

*Continues giving Eb little pushes to keep her swinging going.*  Not really.  I think I may have years ago, but whatever I may have done has been lost to time, I'm afraid.  I'd love to hear something you've written though!

[lass of something much]

and he strikes

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

That's sad. I wrote several very short poems a while ago, but...as I said; they're not very good. I prefer memorising other people's poems, like 'Tyger, tyger' for example. 

[Kade Rivok]

*Gently pokes Eb on the forehead as she swings close.*  I'd still like to hear something you've written, even if you don't think it's particularly good