#rivervale_lodge

Near Rivervale, the sound like a hundred angels thrashing their halos in Unison breaks out , as an electric guitar unleashes it's joyous rage, as Satyress in her 80s sets the tool of rock in her hands to announcing to the world that it is in Rivervale to ROCK!

Etsie's old fingers move and shreds the silence to atoms, and the vale echoes!

A thud from Connor's room, and he rattles down the stairs, wide eyed, in his PJs, to STARE

The old woman's fingers will punish her later, but for now, they fly fast and furious along the strings like they were avoiding razor wire through speed alone

Brekke, out on an early patrol, sighs and heads back, readying to encounter Gerd in mid-emotional crisis.

Gerd is actually at the porch gaping in awe, and wishing she had a lighter.

"What the heck...?!" Sylvi appears at the head of the stairs, hair only half-arranged.

The oldest satyress Sylvi has ever seen is bouncing on her hooves, as her electric guitar lets loose something that sounds like a harpy's orgasm!.. but.. in a good way

Kerri hurries through the main room and out to the porch, stopping and staring at their guest. She appreciates the music and the skill, but....

Olgar looks ready to be moved to tears. "Damn, she's good."

"Wow...." Sylvi hurries down the stairs, careless about her appearance for the moment.

And then finally, it finishes, Etsie looks a bit dizzy

Kerri moves to steady her. "Are you all right?"

She finds herself speaking a bit loudly because her ears are still ringing.

"I think so, sounded crisp in the right spots..., was a bit worried at the bridge but I think good. you?" Then she realizes it's not the music the Hearth is asking about "Well, now that you mention it, I feel a bit dizzy and I think my arthritis will be a bitch soon. "

"I'll get you some water," Sylvi volunteers and hurries inside while Kerri helps her to a porch chair.

"That was extremely impressive," the Hearth declares.

The woman sits down. "I can still wield an axe at least" Meaning the instrument.

That gets a wry smile from Kerri. "I can see that."

"I'll say" Olgar says "Geezus, I haven't heard stuff that good in years, not live."

Sylvi comes back out and respectfully offers the satyr a glass of water. "Wow."

Etsie takes the glass, "You are a sweet heart, thank you dear. I'm Etsie by the by."

"Yes, but...." Kerri is interrupted by the approach of the Chieftain from the edge of the treeline.

And she drinks, though her hands shake a bit now, and she has to take the glass in both hands.

She notes everybody on the porch, but zeroes in on Gerd. The eyebrow is fierce.

Gerd looks at the Chief, "You missed it, It was awesome."

"I'm Sylvi," the wilder says respectfully. "It's nice to meet you, Etsie."

"Was it? I heard it clearly from over a mile away." Brekke is frowning.

"Yeah, well, I was dropping by to visit Connor when I heard it," Gerd says

Connor might have both Brown Dog and Oak huddled against him somewhere.

"Chieftain...it wasn't..." Kerri tries to clarify. She pauses and clears her throat. "Etsie was experimenting with the acoustics, apparently."

The old woman looks up from her seat on the porch "Chieftain. Morning."

"Acoustics." Brekke repeats, then looks to the old woman in the porch rocker...and finally registers the guitar and amp.

Connor pets both dogs, soothingly, and whispers to them promises of extra milkbones for all three of them for being good.

"Ah." A pause. "Good morning." A nod. Another pause. "That was you, then?"

"That was almost louder than ME." He comments.

"If Lilly'd've been here, she'd be a million miles away by now."

"Technically it was a Fender stratocaster, but I'm the one who made her share her love a little," A wink

"You've got some great echoes in this region, Chieftain, must have carried a good way" Etsie says with praise

The Chieftain nods, and those who know her know she's choosing her words carefully. "That...was memorable."

He whispers to Gerd, "I think she'll be okay, because she's a first a-Fender."

Sylvi, close enough to overhear, gives Connor a look that's both pained and appreciative.

Gerd whispers "Yeah, and your'e right, we need to warn her about sluagh. I'll do it." She says "Ma'am? You rock , I mean, wow. But.. ah, sometimes we have sluagh visit?"

Brekke nods. "At least two members of the barony are sluagh. There are likely more of whom I am not aware. I do ask that you be considerate of their needs as possible."

The old woman actually looks alarmed, "Oh sweet Hendrix, did I.." She looks around craning her old neck as if expecting to find a sluagh wilder on the floor laid out with bleeding ears. "I am so sorry. I didn't use the gift of pan, but for those keen earred Creepers, well, it's gift of pain isn't it? Oh my. Are there any here now?"

She really looks concerned and seems a distressed old woman rather than the hard core rocker she was a moment ago.

"If there were, I am certain they have since vacated. I believe you meant no harm," Brekke reassures, "and you are undeniably skilled."

"You say you have met Tove. I wonder if you and she might see if your different skills can collaborate."

"Just a guess, but this Tove has access to a sound proofed studio or some such?" A knowing brow, but with good humor

"Hm. I do not know. However...I wonder if we do know fae with such a studio." The Chieftain looks to the Hearth, who might have better connections about such things.