Djellrin had been walking on air ever since word came from Olterian that llhaesa would indeed play at Nenseru Woods. For her part, Hrilleae was excited, though she was amused at the way her husband had gone about their work with childlike wonder and enthusiasm, the two teaming together to organise those who were sympathetic to EREGS.

The first order of business was to actually secure the use of the land at Nenseru. This had fallen into place two days before, after he and Hrilleae ventured up to the property, then met with the family who owned the land – they were enthusiastic supporters of EREGS, and so working out the details was not one of convincing, but of brainstorming the best way to make use of the congregation and juxtaposition of the music maker, the location, those who would attend.

An admissions cost was set. EREGS would handle all property maintenance, security, the overall logistics of moving a crowd in and moving the crown out. All in attendance would be asked to do their part, to do honour to the overall cause.

On the previous day, Hrilleae had secured a contract for ticket distribution, all to be handled electronically. Of the two, Hrilleae was naturally skilled at making connections and building relationships. In the end, the entity handling the tickets would add their own charge to the ticket, but they heavily discounted that cost for the benefit of EREGS. Now the task was in actually spreading the word.

They had decided against public advertising of the concert. That meant no media, no fixed media in public places. It did mean word of mouth, worked through the network, member to member, friend to friend.

Olterian believed they could muster 35,000 concert goers and sympathisers. Nenseru could easily accommodate ten times that number, but the lower number was a good start to moving EREGS forward.

There was one more thing to take place, something Djellrin and Hrilleae Khentavra had not yet shared with Jahrae: three nights hence, they were going to meet with llhaesa; the musician was coming to the Khentavra home for dinner.

Just as Hrilleae thought on the excitement that would generate, in came Jahrae, home from class. “Jahrae, we are going to have a guest for dinner at the end of the week, and we would like you to join with us for the evening.”

Jahrae’s face dropped. “I had plans…” she disappointingly protested. Before she could go further in voicing objection, Hrilleae continued. “We’ve been working on the concert at Nenseru, and the one remaining task is to meet with the artist who is performing. Llhaesa t’yaeli is going to be our guest.”

Without saying another word, Jahrae flew out of the room, all too ready to cancel every last ‘lets get together’ plan she had made.