[Aylwen Dreamsong]

"Well, the tribe I am from was rather absorbed in the stars, I suppose you could say," Kellan began her explanation thoughtfully, slightly unsure of her own words. "Our star-gazers would use the sky as a reference of sorts, to study the patterns of the earth. Weather and changing seasons were always determined by the man who watched the skies. We believed that we could gain success in agricultural matters through the positions of the stars. There are some, I will confess, who stake their lives on the movements of the stars and other pictures in the sky, thinking that the fate could be said in these white lights in the skies."

"Are you one of those people?" Rochadan asked gently. Kellan knew he must have had more important things to attend to, but she appreciated his interest.

"I will not profess to know the future," Kellan answered truthfully, her dark eyes sparkling with inner laughter and outer exuberance. "However, with the ideas of my tribe, in the far South, I could say which days are bad and which are good. Some days, they would say, are good for starting a task; others are good for finishing. Some days were just plain bad to do anything. Different ideas were held for when children were born and how they would be when they grew up. I am certain there were more theories for the stars than there were days in a year..."

Kellan paused, and for a moment there was silence between her and Rochadan.

"What about you, sir?" She inquired politely. "If you have nothing pressing to attend to, I would like to know more about you, or if it pleases you more, about the Vineyard Tavern. Or, if you have other tasks, which I am sure you do, I would be fine with parting and going inside until the sun sets."