#fenixtj

Selkie are mostly an Irish legend, but legends and kith spread. So perhaps it shouldn't be surprised that a dark skinned woman of African descent is the last troubadour (that they know of) with seal skin boots and those webbed fingers.

She's not practicing, but rather looking around, wandering, admiring

BIG EYES. Tug-tug-tug on Jessica's hand. "I think she's a selkie!"

The selkie bends down to take a sniff from one of the magical flowers...unaware that it could be spying on her face.

"We have another in the area." Jessica confirms quietly. "Shall we meet?"

"This place is beautiful, isn't it? "the selkie says with a smile upon seeing them.

"Do selkies and mermaids get along?"

"Very beautiful, guapo, yes! Hello!"

The woman turns "We tend to find most Mer VERY full of themselves," She admits "But we get along mostly. It's a big ocean, after all." She bends down, not to bow but to get on the little girl's level "now there are other sea kith, Morgened.. they are the sirens of the deep... and often mistaken for Mermaids. "

Jessica nods to the selkie and watches.

"Sirens sing, I know that! Why do all sea-fae sing?"

"Sound carries very well under water, and the shore where the waves and water spill against the sand and rock is very beautiful and romantic too...and it inspires. But in truth, not all sae fae sing. They're as varied as anyone else. They mer warriors whose only dance is the dance of the spear. They are selkies who paint in pigments capturing that moment just before dawn when when the ocean shimmers black on purple ... "

"They learnt it from the whales, I think." Salma whispers to Ellie.

A soft laugh. Did she hear Salma's whisper? "But many do sing true. Still, the world is a varied magical thing is it not? So many songs, so many colors, so many things to do "

"Ohhh.."

"We have a beach. It's too far to walk, but it's not too far with a car."

"One reason this appeals. We Selkies are creatures of the shore." She nods "My name is Neema by the way, who are you and your friends?" Neema doesn't know who they are?

Jessica seems to be allowing Ellie to conduct the interview.

A curtsy. "I am the Countess Eleanor Hyacinth de Violette, and this is my companion Salma the Clever, and this is the Countess Jessica King, the Flamefree and ruler of Fenix."

Neema's liquid eyes widen with surprise. Then a laugh "Oh my, then I have been chattering away in a most uncourtly fashion. As court is not in, I hope you will both forgive me. You have a lovely name, Eleanor Hyacinth de Violette, and Salma , it is always a pleasure to meet a Clever girl for they are often heroes in hiding. And, Jessica, your hold is magnificent" She offers out a hand for any and all of them to shake.

"This is not the most formal court." Ellie observes.

"Whew" Neema says "Then you're saying I have a chance" Selkie are said to be romantic, and sad, but Neema's voice seems full of happiness

Jessica shakes.

The web fingers are lost in the huge blue grip, "Let me know when you want to hear me sing, but, do you prefer Countess, Freeholder, or just Jessica? "

"I prefer Jessica."

Salma blushed and tugged her ears down to hide behind at the praise.

"Before I forget, if you wish, other Troubadours have gone to a local Fae tattoo artist for ideas on auditions pieces and styles."

She does not seem entirely comfortable with this but somewhat resigned.

"What a coincidence, I like Jessica better anyway" Neema smiles "Though I suppose when Court is in session we will both have to be more formal. But when I can I tend to be relaxed..." Then the news has her surprised "Why would I go to a tattoo artist for ideas on piecees and styles? I mean, what makes him so in the know?"

Salma's eyes flick to Jessica, and she hides a smile behind her hands.

"The other Troubadors have the advantage, it's only fair to let all have it." Stoicly.

"Yes, I suppose, but how does this artist have the advantage to give?" Neema inquires "is he an oracle?"

"Of a sort."

A giggle.

"I seeee.." Neema says in an interested note "Well, would you like to hear me sing? Jessica? Now I mean?"

Salma's eyes widen, and she looks interested. "I didn't get to hear the other ones, earlier, I was locked up in a tower."

"You mean the library."

"But you've met Phoebe, and there's a steampunk nocker, and a handsome satyr who cannot speak but his flute does, and a Gwydion dame with a lute..."

"I know a favorite song I learned when I was very young, not old and wrinkled like i am now" Says the woman still a wilder albeit late, "I think you might like it, Salma...maybe Jessica and Eleanor as well. Give me a moment... I must ask the wind to give me my breath back"

And she steps back, dramatically making a gesture as if imploring an invisible someone... but her eyes shine with that amusement showing the fun is not left...

Jessica seems well disposed to hear the tune.

"We come from the fire
Livin' in the fire
Go back to the fire
Turn the world around" She moves as she sings, dancing, and yet not losing that powerful voice. Her foot stomping as she makes her moves a circle.. providing a beat.

Ellie watches and listens, quite curious.

Salma appreciates the percussion, and has to work to not let her feet tap along as well.

"We come from the water
Livin' in the water
Go back to the water
Turn the world around" A wave of webbed fingers miming the crest of waves.

"We come from the mountain
Livin' on the mountain
Go back to the mountain
Turn the world around" Shapes with her hands like a rising peak, feet stomping now and then

Ellie bounces in time to the music.

"Oh, " Neema declares in song "oh so is life
Oh, oh so is life
Oh, oh so is life
Oh, oh so is life"

She picks up her foot speed, and takes the hands of each childling "Do you know who I am
Do I know who you are
See we one another clearly
Do we know who we are?"

Dancing? Ellie like dancing!

Approving nod as Ellie dances