#earthrunes

He nods.

"the list... First, Dolly Hornhead... next, Van Irish, then Bach No Bite, The Sampling of Silence, L Iliad Cool J, Esmerald's love child, and Folksy Flanders." The Herald announces.

the performers blink at this more or less, though DJ Careless mouths "Sampling of Silence? Huh. I can work with that"

Coradel's a bit bemused by the names, but nods.

Sparrow sits deep in her chair, green eyes idly seeking out the childlings.

Sparrow notices Shalimar filing his nails... with a bit of glamour about him.

Narrowed eyes and a raised brow.

Coradel doesn't seem to have noticed this.

"Ye mind looking at that list there again, good 'erald"?" Tursday laughs

"I said..." The herald groans "dammit shallimar!" then he says "Stevie Wayne is up first. Then yourself Tursday..." He gets it right this time.

Coradel laughs. "I was wondering why you were making up names, Inish!" Then she looks for Shallimar, and he gets a wink.

The dark-haired Sidhe covers his mouth briefly.

Stevi Wayne takes her spot, and then begins to do a song, and considering what her usual is, it make take them off guard as Whiskey Lullaby fills the chamber.

It's Coradel's first time hearing the sad tune, and her emotions follow its lead while the satyr plays and sings.

Her voice is wind through lonely reeds, and the sting of loss combined. It's sorrow

Another wistful sigh.

And slowly the beautiful song ends, and she bows.

August soberly applauds.

tursday applauds "Taanks for making it so a man has to follow that. Really" A chuckle of admiration mixedwith his statement of realization this will be a challenge

Coradel applauds the satyr, then shifts in her seat as the mood changes.

And Tursday begins to applaud..."Growing up with the wild bears
Breathing the smell of burning wood
Rain and clouds my only friends
Sun and moon and stars my light" as he sings Midsummer night ala Korpiklaani

And Tursday moves with energy and enthusiasm and poor August's ears may get a shaking again

August watches stoically.

Coradel's eyes light up with the energy of Tursday's piece, and her hand beats time on the arm of her chair.

Tursday Finishes, "Thank you and good night"

Coradel applauds again, but doesn't cheer as she did on the dance floor. A somewhat more measured response.

August smiles politely and applauds as well.

Sir Demyan ap Varich takes his turn, and begins Moonlight Sonata

August does have a faint smile on his lips for this performance.

After the heavy metal folk, this is...serenity itself. Beautiful, mesmerizing, and the Varich seems at peace

She listens, then glances over and catches August's expression...and smiles.

DJ Careless begins her music, and samples ...the sound of silence! mixing it with a more modern tune or two... perhaps she took that jester induced jab as inspiration.

This performance, too, gets a small smile out of him.

Coradel listens, intrigued by the patterns.

And she applauds with approval at the end.

August claps as well, softly.

Elizja takes his turn "I'm getting on the inside...took you for a horsey ride, and admit I admit I'm a victim of pride..." so starts a hip hop rap version of the Oddyssey!

He recognizes the story and subject matter, of course. August darts a glance at Coradel.

She has some exposure to the literature, so she sort of gets parts of the rap, but not all...but still, that voice. She listens attentively.

His lyrics are good, his cadence excellent, his voice honey and butter... and his lore...pretty dead on. And when he finishes up some others among the musicians clap

She is clearly impressed by this performance, even if she limits her expression to clapping.

August also applauds. Politely.

Phyzante's turn and goes up and hits them with Shakira's HIps don't lie.

Almost anything remotely interested in women may feel...quite stirred. She is unashamed, and unabashed, and no doubt the best dancer of all the performers.

His grey eyes find the floor patterns quite interesting. Yes, indeed.

Coradel notices this, but refrains from teasing him about it.

She's quite happy to watch.

"I know what i want for next yule" Shalimar mutters as the Eshu finishes up.

August wipes his forehead with a sleeve, and applauds.

She grins at Shalimar's comment, and applauds. To August she murmurs, "Someday, you will watch her."