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Briar waves to Sylvi! Wait, that's just one finger. But then a grin.

Colton says "Way ahead of you. I found a spot"

And then the next person is on. Caperioa dancing by an Eshu, performing for Unicorn's Eye

Sylvi spots the grinning one-finger salute and gives a wry grin back.

he's good! But while a style of dance that might stand out for it's 'exotic ' nature and phsyciality, as a follow up to Sylvi it has a hard time getting as good a score. Not that folks know that

Sylvi appreciates the athletic nature of it, though!

Kerri leans over to Olgar. "Okay, you know what? Watching that made up for a LOT of today."

Olgar grins "What, the eshu guy? Trading me in for a younger model already? Geez one halberd to the face and out I go"

Bluebell finds a bouquet of flowers has been brought to her even before she performs! Julius, most likely

Kerri merely swats her husband. As he almost certainly expected.

"I'm proud of her too." Olgar says "Geez fit to bust."

The rabbit pooka buries her face in the flowers to hide a blush.

"DON'T EAT EM, DUMB BUNNY!" Briar yells with a laugh. Bluebell hides her grin in the flowers now, too.

The Riverdancing Clurichaun is technically flawless... but is too rigid, too restrained.

Briar snorts. "Did he forget to use his top half?"

Gwen says "Well, we shouldn't be too harsh. Takes a lot of guts to get up there, but yeah. At this rate Sylvi has it in the bag.. I hope Blue bell can show em"

And a voice says "Now from Silverwolf Barony, Bluebell!"

Sylvi's been enjoying the performances, but Colton can tell she's also mentally calculating her chances compared to the others.

The rabbit pooka sets up her music, and comes out, onto a silent stage, and curls up, covered by a cloak, in the middle. It is silent for a moment.

Bluebell is curled up underneath her cloak, making a small, rounded figure on the dance floor. As the music begins, the pooka slides free of the cloak, showing that she is - no, not naked, but at first glance she seems to be. Her skin-tight outfit is patterned in chocolate and cream to mimic the coloration of her mocha skin and grey-brown ears, and indeed, a pert rabbit tail behind.

Delicate piano, a light and soft spring theme, and flutes accompaniment... her music is pre-recorded, but then again, there's not much chance of having a full orchestra otherwise. Raising her arms in a stretch of awakening, her nose quivers and she creeps forward, one lithe arm first, stretching, testing the ground - ears listening. A stretch, and slender neck inclined, as though to nibble at an invisible patch of clover.

Gwen takes in a breath admiring, and proud at the same time

A start of sound as the music picks up, and she startles with it. Trumpets and horns, the sound heralding the start of a hunt! Eyes widen, body quivers with withheld energy, and she is up! Darting - here, there... long-legged leaps to land on slippered tip-toes, arms outstretched for balance then drawn quickly in to maintain a small footprint. A dance, an acting performance, the skill of a mime, effortlessly painting the surroundings and setting the scene.

Moving along with the twists of the music, she bends, twirling, spinning - even without any fuddle or magic, the scene is visible - the wooded glade, the creature at bay - a trill of notes could be a hunting dog's bay, and her ears go back as she trips! The crowd may gasp, but it was part of the dance, and she is up again, leaping - here over a log, there step-step-stepping, stones over a river, the hunted creature flees.

The music suddenly stops, but for a single note rapidly repeated, echoing the beat of her heart. Visible, chest heaving, cornered, even in an open room - hands bouncing off thin air, but also batter against the walls of the ravine, the blind canyon, the glade too tightly thicketed. Up on one toe, she spins, arms over her head, twirling at incredible speed - and then a sudden STOP, as a cannon roars, and the other music falls silent. She is frozen....

A discordant smattering of notes... with a few final, trembling steps and she droops, drifting to the floor, arms spread out, limp... and a single flower blooms, blood red petals, upon her chest. Petals scatter fall to the floor, pooling around her collapsed form, and the rabbit-girl is still.

Sylvi is lost in watching the performance, completely enrapt in the narrative. She startles at the roar of the cannon, and feels her heart break for the death of the beautiful creature. When the music stops, she realizes she's been sitting there with her mouth open, stunned. She is among the first on their feet when the applause begins.

Nadeen has been watching intently, memorizing every move

And it's a standing ovation!

She delicately rises, tip-toes, and bows deep, ears brushing the floor.

"YEAH!" Gwen yells "Silverwolf!"

Briar is STOMPING and cheering! "DEAD BUNNY, DEAD BUNNY, RAH RAH RAH!" Oh well, the feeling is there.

Siv says "Whelp. " A look to Nadeen, "We lost"

Aiden is awed and drawn also to standing along with the crowd, clapping. "Brava!"

Nadeen snorts "We have our own advantages, but..." A pause "She's amazing yes."

Sylvi turns to look to Colton. "That was amazing."

Indeed, Silverwolf seems to have gained a lot of postive word of mouth from this!

Colton is applauding but agrees "I thought all they had was horses and hounds"

Piper, the bleeding heart vegetarian, is sobbing.

Olgar is loyal "Mm it might be a tie.. but I'd still give it to Sylvi"

She sniffs, "That was so sad!"

Kerri doesn't answer Olgar. She appreciates his loyalty, but...wow....

"Next will be Siv Waveborn, Lady Captain of House Fiona, dancing for Rivervale!"

Siv grins, but those close to her might hear her whisper "i'm following that? oh fuck my life"

Sylvi cheers encouragement. "C'mon, Siv!"

Siv comes out, wearing an outfit suited for gymanstics, and one will soon see why.

Leg to the side, Piper's music seems to set her in motion...oh, there is less story, more improvisation, but she twists, and rolls and shifts, as if ready to climb the notes into the air before sliding down again

Piper plays her heart out!

Fingers dancing on the strings, so in tune with Siv's movements.

As if moving with an invisible lover, she swings about twirling , lips sometimes pursing slightly, chest heaving in slow tempo and picking up , as if Piper's music were carressing her

Sylvi watches, and shakes her head in amazement. She murmurs to Colton, "I should've used the shoes."

Kerri is also very impressed. "She is not holding anything back," she says quietly to Olgar. "Neither is Piper."