Téngshisóu’s Wedding

"I'm not a man fond of saying too much, so I will say little. Téngshisóu’s Wedding is my pride and sometimes I wish to recapture the magic of a much younger man."

— Ógóochóisa Nyoshégaoshu

  One of the few non-Ganréod plays in the Chershe Theatre cannon is that of Téngshisóu’s Wedding - a contemporary epic written by the still living Ógóochóisa Nyoshégaoshu of Tarcos.  

Plot

Téngshisóu and Garzod have practically been betrothed since they came into this world. But they're both now creeping towards 30 and are not wed yet. Why? Well, every single time the Bride Service contract expires, it seems something else occurs to make them restart the process again. And thus, Téngshisóu devises a plan to get married at last.  

The Outsider's Play

Often played in larger towns, such as the playwright's native Tarcos, Téngshisóu’s Wedding has been nicknamed "The Outsider's Play" as it often shown to foreigners who come to visit: whether as missionaries, spokesmen of the nations surrounding or particularly dedicated scholars. This is for many reasons, mainly that most Ganréod plays are embedded in too many layers of cultural context. And reactions to The Wedding are easy then to apply to the nature in which the Chershe treat them.   Also, it's just a fun play to perform. It involves a lot of dancing and full stages inside the sheyema. It's busy, and it is a good bonding experience for the whole company. The only downside: it's one of the largest plays in the canon.  

Musings on the Matter

Written in Venad Sistolfyi's Journals, kept in Uganic for his personal reflection   Apparently, according to everyone, I'm in the vast majority of foreigners that got shown Téngshisóu’s Wedding as a litmus test. It unsettles me these days - it has since I was married - but now I have 4 girls to at least observe; I worry more.   The upbeat dances and general hope of the story possibly make it worse for my anxious heart. Sometimes, when I cannot sleep and watch my wife lying all delicate in bed, I wonder of my fate more than I ever did as soldier, labourer and missionary. What of my little Echa, my only great achievement on this earth? Will this come to be her some day; having to fight the Gods themselves because of some slight I've accidentally incurred.   And I should probably go outside, feel the biting wind on my face. Make Ie throw snow at me or something of the works. Otherwise, I feel my musings might result in a sobbing fit, and I'm not partial to sobbing fits.