#earthrunes

"Bouncy, yes, that's it." She bobs her head a bit to the beat.

A bump back from the Beaumayn, the Satyress winks at folks, And mutters during an intrumental part "You cannot appreciate metallica unntil you've heard it in it's original redneck"

August moves to stand behind Coradel with his arms around her, chin on her shoulder.

As that song ends, she asks for any requests... but if our group wishes to remain that's up to them.

She bobs slightly from side to side as they listen, within August's embrace, a gentle keeping with the beat.

A gentle hand on Jenn's. "Ready to go? I think we're near the hour."

As the song ends, Coradel applauds.

August shifts to do so as well.

She then turns to murmur in August's ear, "We must see the others, the hour must be nearly up."

He nods, and leads her out to find the next applicant.

She follows, her hand in his. "This is wonderful."

A soft grin. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

Jennette nods, "I'm ready" Assurances

And taking her hand they follow the other couple

"Which ones do you like best so far, August?"

"Ahh..." he hesitates "I shouldn't say."

A surprised look. "Why not?"

He sighs. "I don't want to give the appearance of influencing anything unfairly. Earlier this week, I met Gideon at Firnost. When I realized he was practicing for tonight there, I was going to leave so I wouldn't hear him, but then he played that same song and I ... kind of got caught up." A shy smile. "Thinking of you." A small shrug "Anyway."

A shadowed room, not sinister, but relaxed, a wilder satyr male this time, African American, and while a wilder he's getting close to grump. He is into rap and hip hop it seems. While he has some gold chain and baggy clothes, he seems to lack the full boasting machismo that some in that line of music go for... and his voice? Butter and Honey, "My name is Elizja, and if you will allow good folk, I think there's a story that ain't always told in full... we're creatures of mythology, and that's sadness, and that's love, and that's desire and cold and fire and more. Gets us sore. So if you will indulge me?" He waits for the crowd

She encourages with some applause!

Leonora is nearby and mutters "Okay. I think I could bathe in that voice."

Coradel gives August a smile, and an understanding nod. But then the satyr's voice asks, and she answers, "Tell it." She's already curious.

August takes up his position behind Coradel again, holding her.

He sways in the tempo of his voice flow, like a boat rocking along an easy reiver"Sitting on this throne, all alone, my brothers chewing on the meat I get the bone…" His eyes rove over the women in the crowd, admiring
"But you dance and you move and your looking so free. I ask my men who hell could she be? They answer back and say to me… Lord, that there honey is Persephone!
It's winter down here and I have to stay chill, but a man gets tired ruling on a seat of stone! But I'm the judge so I can never bee free. I've got to be mean, I've got to be cold! " Pacing, more energy as if coming awake and realizing what's missing.

The intensity isn't panic, but yearning...yes.

She shifts her weight, listening, a casual arm linked with Jennette's.

She finds herself focusing on his words, drawn in, her hands pressing a bit on August's encircling arms.

Pacing like a panther in the cage...
"But why can't there be some Spring for ME? I see her moving there, sunlight in her hair… and she's beautiful but rude, making me aware of my solitude, thought I was cool with that but it's falling flat and…" Heaven glance
"Persephone! Persephone! Why can't be there Spring for me! I need, I want, I crave a piece of the sun!" Pound to chest, fist trying to contain heart

Resolutes in his deep voice, "Mind's made up, you're the one! So I chase and I court, riding my dark horse.... but your mom won't approve so the story's one of shame! Let THEM Taste the winter while they curse my name! I've bared the weight of loneliness for a thousand years! These dark eyes are empty of tears so …" he turns to each woman in the audience proud, fierce, and grateful
"Persephone, Persephone, half of the wheel you now spend with me! Shame on my name! Let them hate Hades!
But it's worth six month of happiness, while I worship my lady"

Caught up in the verse, the narrative, her breath catches a bit as he makes eye contact.

"Can we keep him?" Leonora says under her breath with a happy sigh

Coradel seems a little...stunned.

It would appear some of his raps and hip hop songs are tales, based in mythology, in folk lore, with a touch of modern pathos. Relating Othello's lament with Gilgamesh's rage, a junkie trying to score on a golden apple. A gang fight between dark and light elves.

August's expression is carefully blank.

"We sure this isn't the bard?" An undertone to Cora.

"It...it might be," she murmurs back to Sparrow...but her attention remains on the satyr's voice.

After another performance or two, Elizja gives the peace sign "Peace out, folks. I'm gonna take a brief break and have some of the fine meals these hard working boggan ladies, and gents, have brought before us. Enjoy the taste, enjoy the talent, you've fed your soul, now please your pallet"

Coradel applauds, watching him leave the performance area, then turns to look at Sparrow. "Wow."

"Not my style of music... but yes, he's very good."

Dame Nansaidh ap Gwydion enters in, "Are you aware there is a Clurichaun doing heavy metal two chambers that way I..." She notices many of the others looking a bit stunned, "Did I miss something?"

"my future ex husband" Leonora sighs

She blinks. "Oh...we need to hear him, yet. August?" She turns to look at him, see if he's ready to go.

August nods gravely.

A brief look of concern at his expression, then she takes his arm to go see the Clurichaun.

August walks more and more slowly as they approach the chamber and the .... volume... increases.

Coradel walks eagerly into the pounding music.

... thus propelling August right behind her.

No need to see the metalhead again... so a trip in the other direction with Jennette.

"Far Away!" A big voice from a little man roars
"In a land caught between time and space
Where the books of life lay
Within this castle of stone
The mountain king roams
All alone in here
But he's not the only one
Lost inside
Forever hidden from the sun"

the irish touch to the music , the bit of folk with the metal... it makes the cover of a Savatage classic stand out