#goldfinchfreehold

"Ha. A 'recordkeeper' for the recording studio, hm? Might not be a bad idea."

"We'll see who wants to volunteer for that one. " A nod "Money is on aboggan"

"Oh, they're probably already freaking out that aren't keeping a diary or something."

She takes a seat on one of the lounging cushions and hugs her knees.

The old satyress smiles "You okay?"

She doesn't answer right away, then shrugs. "Play something?"

She starts to strum "I get knocked down" by Chumbawomba, which to a grump is a recent song

"Sing along kid" And she belts it out

"I only know some parts," she hesitates, but soon she's following Etsie's lead and leaving the rest of the world outside as she joins in the singing.

At least she knows the Chorus... "I get knocked down, but i get up again, ain't never gonna keep me down!" And the more she sings along, the more the wilder believes it, and the flame dances with sparks that resemble high kicks of a cheerleader pro

(Fade to lighter moods)