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Lily Balfour
Entertainer

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Lily
sing me a song of a lass that is gone
“All good,” Lily answers with a light smile when Senu apologizes for not shaking her hand.. “We were all new at one point. And the people here can be kind of clique-ish sometimes. But most make an effort if you do, too.” Gesturing towards her fellow redhead, Lily looks at Melita with an affectionate smile. “Melly is one of the strongest young women I know. I think you’re in good company.” She throws the organizer a quick wink, just in case she can hear her name.

She is, at least, very eager to end the carving portion of this event. Though her hands were recently raw and bloody, her fingernails ragged and tips near frozen off, they are now somewhat back to normal - that is, not a craftswoman or warrior’s hands. Her hands play the piano and serve tea and stroke skin. This work hurts. But! Lily does not complain!

Nodding her assent to being herded this way and that by Melita, the woman grabs leaves the trough and her small sack of hay behind to follow the other to the nearest stream, fill it to a challenging carrying level, and then shuffle back, trying to spill as little as possible. By the end, she’s sweating and straining and (to herself) embarrassingly weak. But such is the effect of the blight. Hopefully no one will hold it against her.
merry of soul, she sailed on a day
over the sea to Skye
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SENU
Senu had expected to be the leader or the teacher in any scenario. All her life she had been an apprentice or a student, learning earnestly from her betters. This had been the first occasion that she found herself teaching or coaching others, and she tried her best to emulate the wisdom and guidance of her teachers and mentors who had taught her so well. The two redheaded women were both more than friendly, and she settled into a comfortable ease.

Soon enough, the trio were down with the work of the troughs, and it was time to proceed onto filling them up with food and water. Grabbing two buckets in each hand, she briskly makes her way down to the stream to fill them up. Being used to be a water-carrier back home, she had learnt a thing or two over the years and applying the same strategy here should be no different.

Arriving at the stream, she would fill both buckets up to the middle mark and carry them back to the troughs.

With the water level at the half, she would not have to worry about spilling any, and the load would be far lighter as well, allowing her to move quicker without struggling, thereby increasing productivity. Reaching the troughs, she would empty its contents into the troughs, and just as enthusiastically as before, heading back with empty buckets to the stream once more. By the time she returned with her second trip, they should have all the water they needed, and could move on with the next task at hand.
Focus on the snake
and you'll miss the scorpion
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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MELITA
Melita, of course, being Melita, had splashed a significant amount of water over herself, cobblestones, and any other dirt or earth that managed to be along her path. Despite carrying two buckets at the same time, she’d still tried to merrily skip along, and with a shake of her head, a toss of her hair, and some well-coated laughter, encouraged by compliments of Lily (strong often didn’t mean wise, which everyone would see now), she refilled them once more. Learning from the first error, and the slight strain in her arms, she maneuvered a bit more slowly, a bit more carefully, until all of them had reached the troughs, pouring the water into the wooden basin. This was still done with some aplomb on Melita’s part, not minding some of the droplets cascading back on her – shuddering only once on the residual cold.

The men were successful in their regards as well, Loren’s rebinding of the sack meant they could continue on their way, and after unloading their wares, the food troughs were full too, bulging with potential food, with the hopes of leading the luxere closer and closer into town. “Excellent!” She quipped, peering into the troughs and melding her hands together.

Then, as if she were enticed by some great, grand melee, she melded her next set of instructions. “Now, I think all we have left to do is sing! Follow me to the woodline, and we’ll see if we can tempt some!” Her smile was bright and effervescent all over again, movements light and bounding, as if the blight hadn’t scorched over her bones and enamel. When they reached the edge, towards forests, groves, and the protection all timber seemed to afford the beatific, glowing creatures, she began to hum. Completely, utterly tone deaf, she prospered a tune instead, allowing others to complete it with lyrics or stanzas. “Think of the happiest thing, and let it fill your heart. Sing about it!”

Melita thought of her sister, of her mother, in grander times, beneath the whirlwind sun and the heat of the desert. She thought of her friends and others she considered family, pressed together, fighting alongside one another despite every adversary hissing in their presence. She thought of silly little Fangorn, nestled by her ankles, and those she cherished along these grounds. Then she closed her eyes, willing the antlers to peek through brush and nettles, willing the rest of them to apply their spirits in tunes and harmonies.

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Woohoo, hopefully the final round! Think happy thoughts and sing a tune!
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
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Love mends even the broken parts
Time to break the silence. ”I’m aware.”Unfortunately for the other man, the summoner wasn’t really interested in listening to fanciful tales. The sea shanties, on the other hand, were an interesting distraction, and despite himself he found himself humming along to the choruses now and then. Then came the comment and nudge about the golem—it was obviously about sex, thanks stranger, the Launceleyn got it—and it was all he could do not to roll his eyes. ”If you think that’s big, you’re in for some surprises.” Indeed, he could summon much larger creatures. Also, yes, it was a dick joke. Thankfully, Loren’s efforts succeeded in fixing the sack. The other man’s efforts to steal some apples didn’t go unnoticed, but the summoner let it happen. The stranger needed to eat as badly as the Launceleyn did.

When they returned, Melita was entirely too cheerful, especially because he was pretty sure the woman still hated him. He trailed behind at the back of the group as they made their way to the trees, then halted as she gave them their instructions. Apparently, they were supposed to improvise. Not particularly skilled or interested in that (and not particularly wanting to stay near Melita, in case), Loren meandered off to one side, as far as he dared. Then he stood there, and tried to think of the things that made him happy.

It was a depressingly short list: Astra topped it, of course. Then Jace, then Beatrix. Finally, books. Great. He was as sad and lonely as he’d always feared. Focusing on his luxere, who had been adoringly by his side this whole time, he gave her an affectionate head rub, then began singing her a nonsense lullaby, hoping she’d enjoy it. She did, of course, but she loved everything he did, and he had no idea if the rest of the herd would like it as well.
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Lily Balfour
Entertainer

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Lily
sing me a song of a lass that is gone
What would make Lily happy right now? The jovial redhead frowns for a moment, genuinely considering the question. She’s not unhappy. But she isn’t happy either. And if you asked Lily what would make her happy, she may not be able to give a definite answer.

Despite all the internal turmoil and uncertainty, there is something that would put a smile on the entertainer’s face: Summer. Sunshine. Heat that finds its way into your core and keeps you warm long after the sun goes down. It seems almost impossible to remember summer now, so stymied are they in the Blight and the darkness and the snow, but Lily grasps out for that memory of dancing in the festival - of Lucas and the heat between them, the heaviness of the air. The words. The touches. The sweet release.

It’s not really about Lucas. It’s about the feeling of being wanted. And the happy sweat.

So she dredges up something from the depths of her memory and sings it loud and proud through the trees.
merry of soul, she sailed on a day
over the sea to Skye
James Aiféala
Thief / Halenani Prostitute

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ain't nobody watching us
"Ohhoy. Colour me intrigued." The thief trilled, letting his eyes roam indiscreetly towards Loren's crotch. Holding out his fingers and closing one eye as if sizing up whatever bulge he could or couldn't see, he waggled his brows at his completely despondent companion.

Well if this group wasn't a right downer. Well no matter. James knew more'n a handful of songs, and as for happy? Well he was alive, wasn't he? Far as the thief was concerned, that was about good enough. His lilting accent and rather interesting tone made him rather easy to listen to as well if only for the sounds, rather than the words themselves.

Opening his mouth and arms the snake burst into song, loud and proud and true. The amount of words he could find that rhymed with cunt was impressive given he didn't look like he'd be able to puzzle his way out of a sack, but on and on he went just the same (debutante being quite surprising one).
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SENU
With the troughs full of both hay and water, it was time to finally move on to the next task, and the joyful and ebullient Melita wasted no time in gathering them together to lead them in the next task, the actual luring of the magical creatures themselves.

Following the group, Senu went and stood next to the other women as Melita explained their task to them. Singing was an interesting thing, and while she wasn’t any professional singer by any means, a few people had once told her that she had a charming voice, but she was really too embarrassed by the thought of singing for others that she had never really done anything about it at all.

It has been quite a while now since she last sang for anyone else but herself. Singing for the Luxeres was a good opportunity to do it again, and Senu kept Melita’s advice in her mind as her lips parted with a song.

It was a song her mother had sung to her often when she was young, and it was one of the only songs she knew.

The song spoke of the great life-giving Nile river, and the god Hapi and the goddess Iset for providing the farmers with the black fertile soil that gave her people the means to farm and sustenance of life. The very same life that transformed an otherwise barren desert into a green flourishing oasis. Senu remembered the sound of her mother’s melodious voice as she sung, her young eyes wide with delight and excitement.
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and you'll miss the scorpion
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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MELITA
Despite misgivings, trials, or tribulations, despite the herald of blight stinging over her veins, or any other modicums not quite reaching their hearts, their songs swell and rise. They were beacons to those pure of heart and mind, ditties and strains (even the ones clearly inappropriate for more innocent ears), reaching across the surface of their world, of their land, of their earth and sky. On their tempestuous eaves, on their mercurial whims, nothing else seemed to matter – precious commodities and stores, ready, willing, and waiting.

Then came the unearthly, ethereal glow, the shimmer amongst snow and powder, across rime and ice. Gentle creatures, imploring from glades and hidden lairs, arriving at the brink of the wood line, staring across the void, before shuffling and heading towards the town, some pausing nearby, perhaps looking for another handout of food, asking for scratches, kind and sweet and innocent.

Melita stoked a sigh of relief, a sensation of triumph that hadn’t been there since long before the blight’s plight on her soul. “Well done everyone!” She whispered, her face enshrined and enshrouded in awe, in reverie, in luminescence. “Thank you for everything you’ve done. Hopefully this will get them to stay for LongNight.” And hopes were such fragile things – but with these ramparts in place, perhaps they had more than luck to see them through the eternal evening.

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All wrapped up! Thank you to everyone for participating!
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun


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