Lion Head Mesa (ap) passim

Ruenna settled near the bedside as Crowfeather bid her, although she did still have a rather "hovering" bearing about her, as if she was ready to jump up to assist Crowfeather at any moment. 

"The party? Oh.." A look of wonder crossed the Redfern's features. "..It's like something from a fantasy." 

Ruenna's starry-eyed description contrasted enough with Germanicus's more restrained evaluation that Ruenna was tickled. Perhaps Germanicus was not so easily impressed, since he lived here all the time. Rue supposed that anyone could get used to almost anything, with enough time and exposure. 

"There are fruits being offered with a strange bitter-sweet taste, and an equally strange affect on attitude and disposition." Ruenna had not yet tried enough to feel the effects herself, but she had seen enough of he party understand, at least partly, the way the fruits seemed to influence those who consumed them. 

"Are these fruits available here year-round, or are they just brought out for special occasions?" Ruenna asked the question that was very likely on the mind of every guest, in one form or another. Is it like this all the time in Akashingo?