Assignment #1 results.

[saxikath]

Well, since dharklady said I could, here are the rhymes. ToV players, you might not want to look, to preserve the surprise.

I've added a few explanatory notes for the sake of the non-ToV people.



Barchetta
(Dun Melea)
Dun Melea is roughly similar to Renaissance Italy. A barchetta is a boat. I think of this as a lullaby.

Barchetta, barchetta, where will you take me?
A palace, a palace that shines by the sea.
Barchetta, barchetta, who will I find there?
My true love, my true love, with curly brown hair.
Barchetta, barchetta, who else will I meet?
The baker, the baker, with cakes all so sweet.
Barchetta, barchetta, what gift shall I bring?
A ruby, a ruby, to set in a ring.
Barchetta, barchetta, how long shall we stay?
Forever and ever and ever away.


Chasing the Wind
(Freilan)
Freilan are a wandering, knowledge-seeking people.

I’m chasing the wind all the way to the west
So I can find out where the sun goes to rest.
I’m chasing the north wind that brings in the cold
So I can find out why the Fflor are so bold.
I’m chasing the wind that blows in from the east
So I can find out where the rain is released.
I’m chasing the storms that the south wind blows on
So I can find out where the summer has gone.
I’ll chase all the winds to find out where they go,
And when I come back, I’ll tell you what I know!


The Houses
(Sidhe)
The Houses are the main social unit of Sidhe society.

Here are houses, one, two, three.
Wonder what their names can be?
Here are houses, four, five, six.
Each one has a bag of tricks.

Calenfaroth’s tree is growing.
Lethian is always knowing.
Khelekfia’s heart is beating.
Melsarn’s shooting star is fleeting.
Silimarth is never lying.
Kisair has its hammer flying.

Here are houses, six, five, four,
We won’t say them anymore.
Here are houses, three, two, one,
Now we end what we’ve begun!

(This rhyme is accompanied by hand gestures. On “one, two, three,” the child puts out the thumb, first, and second fingers of the left hand. On “four, five, six,” the child puts out the same fingers of the right hand. As each house is named, one finger is wiggled. On “six, five, four,” the three fingers of the right hand are brought back down; on “three, two, one” the same is true of the left hand.)


Hush! Hush!
(Dun Darmac)
Dun Darmac is vaguely Celtic. Brenin Llwyd, or the Grey King, tried to take over Dun Darmac with an army of undead. He's now a sort of bogeyman figure, though some say he's still around...

Hush! Hush! Quiet be!
What’s that back of yonder tree?
Not a wolf and not a bear,
Not a rabbit nor a hare,
Not a raven, not a hawk,
Not a lizard on a rock.
Hush! Hush! Do you hear?
Brenin Llwyd’s coming near.
Nothing human, nothing sidhe,
Neither dead nor living he.
Grey his cloak and grey his crown,
Grey the bones that tumble down.
Hush! Hush! Say no more!
Lock the gate and bar the door!


I Found a Mark
(Dun Haventhal)
Dun Haventhal is rather like feudal Europe with an active merchant class. A mark is a coin.

Hi, ho, hey!
I found a mark today.
Hey, ho, hi!
What shall I buy?
Ding, dong, dell,
Learn to cast a spell.
Dell, dong, ding,
Buy a pretty ring.
Tap, tip, toop,
Buy a bowl of soup.
Toop, tip, tap,
Stick it in your cap.
Kot, kit, kat,
Buy a feather hat.
Kat, kit, kot,
Buy a cooking pot.
Clink, clank, clunk,
Lock it in a trunk.
Clunk, clank, clink,
Buy us all a drink!


Marching Song
(Taerus)
Taer is kind of like the Roman Empire.

Marching, marching,
Marching up and down.
We are marching,
Marching through the town.

Marching, marching,
Marching to the drums.
We are marching
Till the fighting comes!

Marching, marching,
Marching left and right.
We are marching,
Marching day and night.

Marching, marching,
Marching on our way.
We are marching
Off to save the day!


Seasons
(Itan)
Itan is the analogue to the Far East. The last line of each stanza here is based on the names of three months in the Jhoril calendar.

Crystal, hard and clear,
Runs to fill the riverbanks.
Dawning frost will melt.

Sheets of falling rain
Over soft green blanket’s folds,
Wakens growing clouds.

Scarlet lances fly,
Dance before the cooling wind,
Flame the waiting earth.

Ground gives up its gifts.
Candle lights the fading sky.
Harvest, chill, twilight.

Comments

[chenoameg.livejournal.com]

These are wonderful!

[magickcat.livejournal.com]

These are made of awesome, just like you!