#brightwindsbarony

The call had gone out for bards, of course. A promise of warm fire and plentiful wine. Sparrow is doing her best not to interfere in the kitchen - boggans do fuss so, and she respects their domain. Instead, the Baroness fusses over the craft display tables... tweaking the black cloths and arranging cards just so. A bowl of glass beads stands ready for the "People's Vote", with little boxes placed next to the entries.

DJ Careless, a sluagh girl in her late teens, Dj Careless doesn't have a voice of her own, not that any can hear, so she samples, mixes and plays with sound and then sends it out again in a new form. Extremely tech savvy, she EDMs with the best of them and her preferred music often takes on an ethereal if electronic component. As she preps her gear, music shifts and echoes with practice

Irene is FASCINATED.

(Ryder might very well be, also)

Ryder's jaw is open wide. He may have a crush.. or he would if he had like.. .well wilder hormones

It would appear Ded Romeo, sexy sluagh guy, knows her (They used to date, there was a shadow war, they made peace. Long story)

A special pony appearance - a unicorn with electric blue hair and music notes on its rump. DJ PON-3 is set on a speaker to watch.

"It's amazing, isn't it? So many shiny lights..."

Ryder says "Look at her rig... "

Meanwhile, in another area, at Bix's invitation request....

well, some wilder girls maybe losing their hearts

Spencer is singing

Sparrow is circulating. greeting guests and locals and householders all.

"Look into my eyes – you will see" He pleads with his voice
"What you mean to me
Search your heart, search your soul
And when you find me there, you'll search no more" A promise

"Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true:
Everything I do, I do it for you" Every woman who hears it may feel he's talking to HER

"Look into your heart – you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am, take my life
I would give it all, I would sacrifice" Oh he would , he so would!

"Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more
You know it's true:
Everything I do, I do it for you, oh, yeah" CLio tries not to bite the pencil she's put in her mouth without realizing as she listens

"There's no love like your love
And no other could give more love
There's nowhere unless you're there
All the time, all the way, yeah

Look into your heart, baby...

Oh, you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more" Nothing

"Yeah, I would fight for you, I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you, yeah, I'd die for you

You know it's true:
Everything I do, oh, I do it for you

Everything I do, darling
You will see it's true
You will see it's true
Yeah!
Search your heart and your soul
You can't tell it's not worth dying for
I'll be there
I'd walk the fire for you
I'd die for you
Oh, yeah
I'm going all the time, all the way"

Otha swallows and whispers to Sparrow "he's.. disturbing"

what she means is she's not sure she trusts herself

"He has quite the voice, yes."

"Quite the voice?" Otha says "I just lost money to Bix. He IS as good as Bix said. You know how much I hate losing to Bix?"

"Well then, you'll have to find a way to win next time."

"It's a moral imperative" She agrees then sighs

"It would be no fun if you won all the time, Otha."

"I, for one, would like to test that theory" She counters

Sparrow laughs. "I wish you luck with it!"

From Ethereal to Buttery the music abounds but some of the commoners have gathered around a pooka

Curiosity draws Sparrow that-a-way!

Flute playing, not bad, but clearly meant as a lead in, for then he says "Folks, your attention, your attention, and I promise a song like none have ever heard of , or my nname isn't Hamlin Snitch" He coughs and clears his throat then his accent changes as he sings

Ol' Baron Von Sidhe, he is rich as can be,
He got a big fancy house in Apples
With buckets of loot and big black leather boots
And a fae horse all silvered with dapples.

But we of common kith, it's not just a myth,
We're earth born and wear it quite proudly,
So as he rides by in his carriage so fine
I wave and I call to him loudly-

Refrain:
Was your grandma a piskey, was your grandpa redcap?
Was your uncle an eshu who won't shut his yap?
If you're takin' a mortal, then now you must be
Just the son of a son of a pooka like me!

My Fiona Lady's got a sweet-lovin' way
And she knows that I do adore her,
But her parents so fine, say I'm way out of line,
Only a sidhe lord is meant for her!

So as we said goodbye, with a tear in her eye
They were smiling and glad of the breakin'
But they didn't look so proud when I shouted out loud
'Til the whole floggin' hold was awakened!

Refrain:
Was your grandma a sluagh, was your grandpa a troll?
Was your auntie a satyr, always good for a roll?
If you're takin' a mortal, then know you now be:
Just the son of a son of a pooka like me!

Madam Selkie loves the men from the sea
She says that they're good for business
Her daughters are found in a section of town
Known for a certain rudeness

Then the Lords paid a call, and the Count says, "That's all
It's time for a new profession"
The Seal laughs aloud, and in front of the crowd
Says, "Judge, will you answer this question"

Refrain:
Was your grandma a boggan, was your grandpa a Nocker?
Was your cousin clurichaun, a most famous boxer?
If you're takin' a mortal, then know you now be:
Just the son of a son of a pooka like me!

JUST THE SON OF A SON OF A POOKA LIKE ME!"

It's catchy, and it makes some laugh. But Apples? What? Oh well, Pooka they figure

The Rat pooka bows and moves about like a proud rooster of a fellow

Some commoners look at Sparrow as she comes into view, and worry slips into their eyes.

how will she react to this sort of satire against nobles?

Why, with applause!

And the tension breaks loose. Hamlin Snitch bows to her too

"Welcome to Brightwinds, minstrel! Make sure you take hospitality and warmth on this night!"

"Hamlin Snitch, at your dinner table, Baroness," he assures "Later I can sing a lovely romantic ballad I made a few days ago. I call it 'Eternal flame'"

Her mouth quirks. "I look forward to it."

Hamlin begins his flute rendition of 'Smooth Criminal' while Sparrow notices the crafts booths are set up

Sparrow nods, and keeps an ear as she checks out the tables.

It does look like folks have been taking their beads to vote!

Nessa has to shake herself free of a bit of a daze after Spencer sang, and she didn't understand all of the pooka song, but laughed along.

Some folks are trying Byrndan's Best! A whiskey blend! ANd the sidhe of hte same name's offering

Sparrow begs a taste!

"Of course!" He says

Brynn mutters "If we poison her, we're going to be lynched. Intentional or not"

"Stop being such a fussy falc" His brother says "Enjoy"

Nessa has provided Irene with the nicest winter blooms she could find, chimerical or otherwise, and fragrant herbs that she can weave into crowns or braid into hair along with ribbons. She mentions that maybe once her Ivy has grown a bit more, why it might be convinced to braid itSELF into hair... not like that could possibly go wrong.

Grete does not have any of the special paint on display - feeling a bit proprietary about that, and for all she knows, it could be a very limited supply... but she does have some polished stones, agates and non-precious gems, and even common stones that have been buffed and smoothed to a pleasant shape.

She does not offer them for sale, but if anyone stops and shows interest, they are gifted the one that seems to speak to them best.

Irene wants to touch ALL the stones, but is especially fascinated by how cold the hematite seems.

Morthwyl looks at the stones. The older Gwydion Knight (Still a wilder) admires "What type is this one with the green tint? If i may ask?"